5 Mark this, ye wicked Fools, left I HAVE Mercy, Lord, on me, as thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppreft with Loads of Guilt, thy wonted Mercy find. 2 Wash off my foul Offence, and cleanse me from my Sin; For I confefs my Crime, and fee how great my Guilt has been. 3 Against thee, Lord, alone, and only in thy Sight, Have I tranfgrefs'd; and tho' condemn'd, muft own thy Judgments right. 4 Make me to hear with Joy thy kind forgiving Voice; That fo the Bones which thou haft broke, may with fresh Strength rejoice. 5 Blot out my crying Sins, nor me in Anger view; Create in me a Heart that's clean, an upright Mind renew. PSALM LI. P. 2. WITHDRAW not, Lord, thy Help, nor caft me from thy Sight; Nor Nor let thy Holy Spirit take it's everlasting Flight. 2 The Joy thy Favour gives let me again obtain; And let thy Spirit's firm Support to Sinners will impart; 4 Do thou unlock my Lips, with Sorrow clos'd, and Shame; So fhall my Mouth thy wond'rous Praise to all the World proclaim. PSALM LVII. BE thou, O God, exalted high; And, as thy Glory fills the Sky, So let it be on Earth display'd, 'Till thou art here, as there, obey'd. 20 God, my Heart is fix'd, 'tis bent It's thankful Tribute to prefent; And, with my Heart, my Voice I'll raise To thee, my God, in Songs of Praise. 3 Awake, my Glory; Harp and Lute, No longer let your Strings be mute; And I, my tuneful Part to take, Will with the early Dawn awake. 4 Thy Praises, Lord, I will refound To all the lift'ning Nations round: Thy Mercy highest Heav'n tranfcends; Thy Truth beyond the Clouds extends. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high; 3 IN N God, ye People, always truft; 2 The Vulgar fickle are and frail; 4 IOGOD, my gracious God, to thee For For thee my thirfty Soul does pant; My fainting Flesh implores thy Grace, Within this dry and barren Place, Where I refreshing Waters want. 2 O! to my longing Eyes once more, That View of glorious Pow'r restore, Which thy majeftic House displays: Because to me thy wond'rous Love, Than Life itself does dearer prove, My Lips fhall always fpeak thy Praife. 3 My Life, while I that Life enjoy, In bieffing God I will employ, With lifted Hands adore his Name: My Soul's Content fhall be as great, As theirs who choiceft Dainties eat, While I with Joy his Praife proclaim. 4 When down I lie, fweet Sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art prefent to my Mind; And when I wake in Dead of Night: Because thou ftill doft Succour bring, Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing I reft with Safety and Delight. PSALM LXV. FOR thee, O God, our constant Praise In Sion waits, thy chofen Seat; Our promis'd Altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous Vows compleat. 2 O thou, who to my humble Pray'r Did'ft always bend thy lift'ning Ear; To thee fhall all Mankind repair, And at thy gracious Throne appear. 3 Our Sins (tho' numberless) in Vain PSALM LXV. P. 2. THO 'HOU,Lord,fromout thyboundless Store, With Rain reliev'ft the thirsty Ground: Mak'ft Lands, that barren where before, With Corn and useful Fruits abound. 2 On rifing Ridges down it pours, And ev'ry furrow'd Valley fills; 3 Thou mak'ft them foft with gentle Show'rs, In which a bleft Increase diftils. Thy Goodness does the circling Year, With fresh Returns of Plenty crown; And where thy glorious Paths appear, Thy fruitful Clouds drop Fatness down. 4 They drop on barren Forefts, chang'd By them to Paftures fresh and green: The Hills about, in Order rang'd, In beauteous Robes of Joy are seen. 5 Large Flocks with fleecy Wool adorn The cheerful Downs; the Vallies bring A plenteous Crop of full-ear'd Corn, And feem for Joy to fhout and fing. PSALM |