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13 Then let my utmost Glory be

To raise thy Honors high;
Nor let my Gratitude to thee

In guilty Silence die.
14 To thee, iny gracious God, I raise

My thankful Heart and Tongue;
O be thy Goodness and chy Praise

My everlasting Song.

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PSALM XXXI. First Version. MERRICK..

God the Confidence of the Righteouso-
HY Ear, thou Majesty divine,

Propitious to my Pray’r incline;
O let me, by thy Counsel led,

Thy Path with Step unerring tread. 2 Confess me thine, and bid me thare

The Gifts of thy paternal Care ;
Thy Mercy fall my Thanks employ,

My constant Theme my highest Joy. 3

God of my Strength, the Wise, the Juft,
To thee my all I chearful trust;:
I never all the Shame sustain

Thy Grace to ask, and ask in vain. 4

Theirs is the Shame, thy Pow'r who braves
Nor cease their Insults, till the Grave,
Absorbing quick the guilty Throng,

In endless Silence seal their Tongue. 5

0, how shalt all who seek thy Love
The Fullness of thy Bounty prove!
How Joy, while thou thy treasur'd Store

Indulgent in their Lap fhalt pour;
6 And teach th' admiring World to see

How blest the Souls that trust in thee!
Thy Care their sure Defence shall yield :

Within thy Presence, Lord, conceal’d. 7

Ye Souls devoted to his Fear,
With thankful Love your God revere,
Who wakes your chosen 'Train to guard,
And deals to Pride its just Reward.

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& Be strong, be stedfast : So your Mind

From him its full Support shall find,
Ye Saints that in his Care confide,
Nor own nor ask a Help beside.


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.
3 Thou art my stedfast Trust,

I on thy Help repose :
That thou, my God, art good and just,

My Soul with Comfort knows. 4

Whate'er Events betide,

Thy Wisdom times them all :
Then, Lord, thy Servants safely hide,

On thee alone I call.
5 The Brightness of thy Face

To me, O Lord, disclose :
And as thy Mercies still increases.

I dread no future Woes.
6 How great thy Mercies are,

To such as fear thy Name !
Which thou, for those who trust thy Care,

Dost to the World proclaim. 7

Thou keep'ft them in thy Sight,

From proud Oppressors free:
From Tongues that do in Strife delight,

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.

9 Ye



away my Life.

Ye who on God rely,

Courageously proceed :
For he will still your Hearts fupply

With Strength in Time of Need.
PSALM XXXI. Third Version. WATTS.

Deliverance from Death.
I INTO thine Hand, O God of Truth,

My Spirit I commit;
Thou hast redeem'd my Soul from Death,

And fav'd me from the Pit.
2 The Passions of my Hope and Fear

Maintain'd a doubtful Strife,
While Sorrow, Pain and Sin conspir'd:

To take
3 My Times are in thine Hand, I cry'd

'ThoI draw near the Duft ;" Thou art the Refuge where I hideg

The God in whom I trust,
4 O Lord, now make thy gracious Face

Upon thy Servant shine,
And fave me for thy Mercy's Sake,

For I'm entirely thine.
5 Thy Goodness how divinely free!

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 ;
How much bestow'd ; how much reserv'd

For those wħo feek thy Face ?
2 Thy lib'ral Hand with worldly Bliss

Óft makes their Cup run o'er;
And in the Cov'nant of thy Love

They find diviner Store.


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3 But 0! what Treasures yet unknown

Are lodg’d in Worlds to come!
If these th’ Enjoyments of the Way,

How happy is their Home?
And what shall mortal Worms reply?

Or how such Goodness own?
But 'tis our Joy that, Lord, to thee,

Thy Servants Hearts are known.
s Thine Eyes shall read those grateful Thoughts

No Language can express:
Yet, when our liveliest Thanks we pay,

Our Debts do moit increafe.
6 Since Time's too Thort, all-gracious God,

To utter half thy Praise,
Loud to the Honor of thy Name

Eternal Hymns we'll raise.
PSALM XXXI. Fifth Version. STEELE,

Confidence in God.
ORD, in thy great, thy glorious Name

I place my Hope, my only Trait;
Save me from Sorrow, Guilt and Shame,
Thou ever-gracious, ever-juft.
2 Thou art my Rock, thy Name alone

The Fortress where my Hopes retreat;
O make thy Pow'r and Mercy known,
To Safety guide my wand'ring Feet.
3 To thy kind Hand, O gracious Lord,
My Soul I chearfully refign;
My Saviour God, I trust thy Word,

For Truth, immortal Truth, is thine.
4 I hate their works, I hate their ways,

Who follow Vanity and Lies;
But to the Lord my Hopes I raise,

And trust his Pow'r who built the Skies.
5 What endless Bliss, O bounteous Lord,

(Immensely great, divinely free!),
Haft thou refery'd for their Reward,
Who fear thy Name, and trust in thee?

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6 Bleft

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.
7 Ye humble Souls, who seek his Face,

Let sacred Courage fill your Heart;
Hope in the Lord, and trust his Grace,
And he shall heav'nly Strength impart.

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PSALM XXXII. First Version. First Part. Merrick.

The Happiness of those whose Sins are forgiven.
OW bleft the Man, whose conscious Grief

From Thee; great God, has found Relief;
Whose Guilt thy boundless Love has veild,

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,
To thee my inmoft Guilt disclose,

And in thy Bosom pour my Woes. 4 But lo! while yet my Hands I rear,

The Voice of Mercy to my Ear
Defcends, and whisp'ring Peace within
Confirms the Pardon of


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,
They, safe in thee, the Storm shall brave,

And distant view the madding Wave. 7

When various Griefs my Soul surround,
In thee my sure Retreat is found;
Thy with’d Salvation meets my Eyes,
And Songs of Triumph rcund me rise.

E’er yet

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