And if my foul were fent to hell,

Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet fave a trembling finner Lord,

Whose hope fill hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some fure lupport against despair.

PSALM LI. Second part. Long Metre.
Original and actual

fin confessed.

'L ORL am vile, conceivă in fin;

And born unholy and unclean:
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall

Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,

The feeds of fin grow up for death;
Thy law demaods a perfect heart;

But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
3 [Great God, create my heart a-new,

And form my fpirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes, to spy

My danger and my remedy,] 4 Behold I fall before thy face ;

My only refuge is thy grace :
No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lyes deep within.
5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,

Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor food, nor fea,

Can wash the dismal stain away. 5 Jefus, my God, thy blood alone

Hait pow'r, fufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as fnow;
No Jewith types could cleanic me fo.

7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,

Nor Alesh por foul hath reft or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ring voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.

PSALM. LI. Third Part. Long Metre.

The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith

in the Blood of Christ. I

Thou that hear'st when finners cry,

Tho' all my crimes before thee lye, Behold them not with angry look,

But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within,

And form my foul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,

Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3. I cannot live without thy light,

Cart out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,

His help and comfort ftill afford:
And let a wretch come pear thy throne

To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King,

Is all the facrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise

A broken heart for sacrifice.
6 My foul lyes humbled in the dust,

And owns thy dreadful fentence juft;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And lave the soul condemn'd to die.

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;

Sinners shall learn thy fov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,

And they shall praise a pard'oing God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue !

Salvation shall be all my fong;
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my ftrength and righteousness.

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PSALM LI 33-13. First part. Com. Metre, Original and a&tual sin confesed and pardoned.

ORD, I would spread my fore difrels

And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,

How high my crimes arise !
2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,

And crush my Aesh to dust,
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,

And earth mult own it just,
3 I from the stock of Adam came,

Unholy and unclean,
All my original is thame,

And all my nature fin.
4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew

Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I grew

A jufter prey for death.
5 Cleanfe me, O Lord, and chear my soul

With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,

Aod bid my paios remove.
6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive ne from thy face;

F

Create anew my vicious heart,

And fill it with thy grace.
7 Then will I make thy mercy kaowa

Before the fons of men;
Backsiders shall address thy throse,

And turn to God again.
PSALM LI. 14,-17. Second part. Com Metre.
Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ.

GOD of mercy, hear my call,

My loads of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall,

That bars me from thy love.
2 Give me the presence of thy grace,

Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,

And make thy praise my song.
3 No blood of goats, nor heifer Nain

For fin could e’ér atone;
The death of Christ shall still remain

Sufficient and alone.
4 A foul opprest with fin's desert,

My God will ne'er despise:
A humble groan, a broken heart,

Is our best facrifice.

PSA L M LIII. 4,-6.
Vistory and deliverance from perfecution.

Who thus devour his faints ? Do they not know her Saviour rules,

And pities her complaiots ? 2 They fhall be seiz’d with fad furprise;

For God's revengiog arm

Scatters the bones of them that rise

To do his children harm.
3 In vain the fons of Satan boast

Of armies in array;
When God has first despis'd their host,

They fall an easy prey.
4 O for a word from Sion's King,

Her captives to restore !
Jacob with all the tribes shall sing,

Aod Judah weep no more.

PSALM LV. 1,-8,16, 17, 18, 22. Com. Metrei

Support for the aflicted and tempted foul. ' O Behold my ft wing

tears, GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, For earth and hell my hurt devise,

And triumph in my fears,
2 Their rage is leveld at my life,

My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my though's with inward strife,

To shake my hope in God.
3 With inward paio my heart-strings sound,

1 groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear befct me round,

Amongst the shades of death. 4 O were I like a feather'd dove,

And innocence had wings;
I'd Ay and make a long remove

From all these restless things. 5 Lei me to fome wild defart

go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,

Temptations never come.