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13 Then let my utmost Glory be
To raise thy Honors high;
In guilty Silence die.
My thankful Heart and Tongue;
My everlasting Song.
PSALM XXXI. First Version. MERRICK..
God the Confidence of the Righteouso-
Propitious to my Pray’r incline;
Thy Path with Step unerring tread. 2 Confess me thine, and bid me thare
The Gifts of thy paternal Care ;
My constant Theme my highest Joy. 3
God of my Strength, the Wise, the Juft,
Thy Grace to ask, and ask in vain. 4
Theirs is the Shame, thy Pow'r who braves
In endless Silence seal their Tongue. 5
0, how shalt all who seek thy Love
Indulgent in their Lap fhalt pour;
How blest the Souls that trust in thee!
Within thy Presence, Lord, conceal’d. 7
Ye Souls devoted to his Fear,
& Be strong, be stedfast : So your Mind
From him its full Support shall find,
PSALM XXXI. Secord Version.". Tate. Resignation to and Dependence upon divine Providence.
O thee, the God of Truth,
My Life, and all that's mine, (For thou preserv'dit me from my Youth)
I willingly refign. 2 All vain Designs I hate,
Of those who trust in Lies; And still my Soul in ev'ry State,
To God for Succour flies.
I on thy Help repose :
My Soul with Comfort knows. 4
Whate'er Events betide,
Thy Wisdom times them all :
On thee alone I call.
To me, O Lord, disclose :
I dread no future Woes.
To such as fear thy Name !
Dost to the World proclaim. 7
Thou keep'ft them in thy Sight,
From proud Oppressors free:
They are preserv'd by thee. 8 O all ye Saints, the Lord
With fervent Love pursue, Who to the Juft will Help afford
And give the Proud their Due.
away my Life.
Courageously proceed :
With Strength in Time of Need.
Deliverance from Death.
My Spirit I commit;
And fav'd me from the Pit.
Maintain'd a doubtful Strife,
“'ThoI draw near the Duft ;" Thou art the Refuge where I hideg
The God in whom I trust,
Upon thy Servant shine,
For I'm entirely thine.
How wond'rous is thy Grace, To those who fear thy Majesty,
And trust thy Promises ! PSALM XXXI. Fourth Version DODDRIDGE: The Goodness wbich God bath wróught and laid iup for
his people. O
UR Souls with pleasing Wonder view
The Bounties of thy Grace ;
For those wħo feek thy Face ?
Óft makes their Cup run o'er;
They find diviner Store.
3 But 0! what Treasures yet unknown
Are lodg’d in Worlds to come!
How happy is their Home?
Or how such Goodness own?
Thy Servants Hearts are known.
No Language can express:
Our Debts do moit increafe.
To utter half thy Praise,
Eternal Hymns we'll raise.
Confidence in God.
I place my Hope, my only Trait;
The Fortress where my Hopes retreat;
For Truth, immortal Truth, is thine.
Who follow Vanity and Lies;
And trust his Pow'r who built the Skies.
(Immensely great, divinely free!),
6 Bleft be the Lord, for ever blest, Whose Mercy bids my
remove; The facred Walls which guard my Reft,
Are his almighty Pow'r and Love.
Let sacred Courage fill your Heart;
PSALM XXXII. First Version. First Part. Merrick.
The Happiness of those whose Sins are forgiven.
From Thee; great God, has found Relief;
His Fears compos’d, his Weakness heald ; 2 To whom th' Offences of his Hand No longer now imputed stand,
i Who learns thy Precepts to revere,
Whose Heart is pure, whose Tongue fincere. 3 My humbled Soul its Sins shall own:
Behold me bow before thy Throne,
And in thy Bosom pour my Woes. 4 But lo! while yet my Hands I rear,
The Voice of Mercy to my Ear
Sin. 5 For this shall all who thee adore,
the Day of Grace be o'er, To thee with stedfast Hope repair,
To Thee prefer th’ unwearied Pray’r: 6 So, when Adiction's Tempests rife,
And heave the Billows to the Skies,
And distant view the madding Wave. 7
When various Griefs my Soul surround,