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2 Ye faithful Sons of Israel's Name,
Your Maker's Sanctity proclaim,
The Song of Gratitude and Praise. 3 How prompt his Favor to dispense
Its life-imparting Influence;
And view'd my Life with Blessings crown'd,
" What Ills shall e'er my Peace invade?”. 5 But, instant, thou thy Face hadft turn'd,
And proftrate on the Earth I mourn'd:
My Blood absorb, to thee redound ?: 6 Or, vocal in thy Praise the Dust
Proclaim thy Counsels wife and just,
And gracious to my Plaints attend.. 7 Again the Face of Joy l wear;
Thou'st been indulgent to my Pray'r,
P.SALM PSALM XXX.
Second Version. TATE.
Cow I in prosp'rous Days presum'd,
No sudden Change I fear'd, While in my Sun-fhine of Success
No'low'ring Cloud appear'd:
My Welfare's only Truft,
My Glory laid in Duit.
My Error I confess’d,
Thy Mercy's Throne address’d.
“ Congeal'd by Death's cold Night? “ Can silent Alhes speak thy Praise,
Thy wond'rous Truth recite ? 5 “ Hear me, O Lord, in Mercy hear,
Thy wonted Aid extend; “ Do thou send Help, on whom alone
“ I can for Help depend." 6 'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful Scene
To Songs and Triumph turn'd Invested me in Robes of Joy,
Who late in Sackcloth mourn'd. 7 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing
Thy Praife in grateful Verse: And as thy Favors endless are,
Thy endless Praise rehearse. PSALM XXX. Third Version. Firft Part. Watts.
Will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy Command Diseases fly; Who but a God can speak, and save
From the dark Borders of the Grave ? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye Saints of his,
And tell how large his Goodneis is
3. His Anger but a Moment stays;
His Love is Life and Length of Days ;
PSALM XXX. Third Version. Second Part. DIRM was my Health, my Day was bright,
And I presum'd t'would ne'er be Night; Fondly I said within my Heart,
“ Pleasure and Peace shall ne’er depart. 2 But I forgot thine Arm was strong
Which made my Mountain stand so long ;
I cry'd aloud to thee, my God;
Deep in the Dust can I declare
· Thy Truth, or fing thy Goodness there ? 4 “ Hear me, O God of Grace, I said,
“ And bring me from among the Dead;" Thy Word rebuk'd the Pains I felt,
'Thy pardoning Love remov'd my Guilt. 5 My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame,
Shall ne'er be silent of thy Name ;
Thee all my Pow'rs adore ;
May all thy Grace implore. 2 O Lord, my God, oppress’d with Grief, To thee I breath'd
my Cry; Thy Mercy brought divine Relief,
And wip'd my tearful Eye. 3 Thy Mercy chas'd the Shades of Death,
And snatch'd me from the Grave ; O may thy Praife employ that Breach Which Mercy deigns to fave.
4 Come, Oye Saints, your Voices raise
To God'in grateful Songs; And let the Mem’ry of his Grace,
Inspire your Hearts and Tongues.
But soon his Anger dies ;
Returns, and Sorrow flies. 6 Her deepest Gloom, when Sorrow spreads,
And Light and Hope depart,
PA U S E.
How did my Soul rejoice!
Should ever shock my Joys.
Thy shining Face withdrew,
And pain’d my Soul anew.
I rais'd my mournful Eyes ;
With supplicating Cries.
In the dark Grave confin'd,
Or call thy Truth to Mind ?
Attend my plaintive Cry;
New Joys exulting bound;
And Gladness. girds me round.
13 Then let my utmost Giory be
To raise thy Honors high; Nor let my Gratitude to thee
In guilty Silence die.
My thankful Heart and Tongue ;
Propitious to my Pray’r incline;
Thy Path with Step unerring tread. 2 Confess me thine, and bid me share
The Gifts of thy paternal Care ;
My constant Theme my highest Joy.
To thee my all I chearful trust;.
Thy Grace to ask, and ask in vain.
Nor cease their Insults, till the Grave,
In endless Silence seal their Tongue. 5 O, how salt all who seek thy Love
The Fullness of thy Bounty prove !
Indulgent in their Lap shalt pour ;
How bleft the Souls that trust in thee!
Within thy Presence, Lord, conceal’d.
your Who wakes your chosen Train to guard, And deals to Pride its just Reward.