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3 His Wrath has but a Moment's Reign,
His Favour no Decay;
With Joy's returning Day.
I ne'er should fall, nor move :
By thy surrounding Love,
Disturb?d my tortur’d Breast :
And fervent Cries, address’d.
My Death what Trophies raise?
Thy Truth or Goodness praise?"
“ To my Afliftance fly!"
My fable Weeds to Joy.
The Honours of thy Name;
Thy ceaseleis Praise proclaim.
XXX. Metre ii.
Your MAKER's Sanctity proclaim ;
To Him, in joyful Accents, raise
The Song of Gratitude and Praise. 2 How flow his Wrath ! How swift his Grace
Sends forth its life-imparting Rays !
Shall wipe each tranfient Tear away. 3 As pleasa I caft my Eyes around,
And view'd my Life with Blessings crown'd,
" What Ills shall e'er my Peace invade ?" 4 But, instant, Thou thy Face hadft turn'd,
And proftrate on the Earth I mourn'd:
And gracious to my Plaints attend. 5 Again the Face of Joy I wear;
Thy Hand, indulgent to my Pray’r,
OD of my Strength, the Wise, the Juft,
To Thee my Spirit I intrust : From Thee, when Terrors clos'd me round, My Soul its full Redemption found.
2 Thy Mercy shall my Thanks employ,
For Thou iny Theme, my Life, my Joy,
3 O, How shall All who seek thy Love
The Fulness of thy Bounty prove!
4 Thy Saints, while Breath their Life prolongs,
At Distance from the Strife of Tongues,
Its awful Splendors o'er their 'Head.
From Him its full Support shall find ;
LEST is the Man, for ever blefs'd,
Whose Guilt is pardon’d by his God; Whose Sins with Sorrow are confess’d, And cover'd with his SAVIOUR's Blood.
2 Bleft is the Man, to whoin the LORD
Imputes not his Iniquities :
And not on Works, but Grace relies, 3
From Guile his Heart and Lips are free;
4 How glorious is that Righteousness
That hides and cancels all his Sins !
My heavy Guilt within my Heart,
What Agonies of inward Smart ! 6 I spread my Sins before the LORD,
And all my secret Faults confess; : Thy Gospel speaks a pard’ning Word,
Thy HOLY SPIRIT seals the Grace. 7 For this shall ev'ry humble Soul
Make swift Addresses to thy Seat:
There shall they find a blest Retreat. 8 How fafe beneath thy Wings I lie,
When Days grow dark, and Storms appear !
PSA L M XXXIII.
For well the Righteous it becomes
To sing glad Songs of Praife. 2 How faithful is the Word of God!
His Works with Truth abound; He Justice loves, and all the Earth
Is with his Goodness crown'd.
his Almighty Word at first
The heav'nly Arch was reard : And all the beauteous Hofts of Light,
At his command appear’d.
He makes in Heaps to lie;
The wat'ry Treasures by.
Before Him trembling stand: For when He spake the Word, 'twas made,
'Twas fix'd at his Command.
6 He scorns the angry Nations Rage,
And breaks their vain Designs
And in full Glory shines.
7 BLEST is the Nation where the Lord
Hath fix'd his gracious Throne;
And calls their Tribes his own.
8 His Eye, with infinite Survey,
Does the whole world behold; He form'd us af of equal Clay,
And knows our feeble Mould.
Of Armies from the Grave ;