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7 While guilt difturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor foul hath reft or eafe;
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.

PSALM LI. 2d Part.

Long Metre.

The backflider restored; or, repentance and faith in the blood of Christ.

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THOU that hear'ft when finners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, 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 fin; Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy fight; Thine holy joys, my God, reftore, And guard me, that I fall no more.

heart.

4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort ftill afford :

And let a wretch come near 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 defpife
A broken heart for facrifice.

6 My foul lies humbled in the duft,
And owns thy dreadful fentence juft;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And fave the foul condemn'd to die.

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
8 O may thy love infpire my tongue!
Salvation fhall be all my fong;

And all my pow'rs fhall join to bless
The Lord, my ftrength and righteousness.

PSALM LI. 3-13. 1ft Part. Com. M.
Original and actual fin confeffed and pardoned.
ORD, I would spread my fore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;

Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arife!

2 Should't thou condemn my foul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,

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Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth muft own it just.

I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;

All my original is fhame,

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 cheer my foul
With thy forgiving love;

O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.

7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the fons of men ;
Backfliders fhall addrefs thy throne,
And turn to God again.

PSALM LI. 2d Part. Common Met.

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Ver. 1417.

Repentance and faith in the blood of Chrift.
GOD of mercy, hear my call,
My load of guilt remove;

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Break down this feparating wall
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the prefence 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 flain,
For fin could e'er atone;

The death of Chrift fhall ftill remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A foul opprefs'd with fin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise :

A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best facrifice.

PSALM LIII. 4-6. Common Met. Victory and deliverance from persecution.

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RE all the foes of Zion fools,

Who thus devour her faints?
Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be feiz'd with fad surprise ;
For God's revenging 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 defpis'd their hoft,
They fall an easy prey.

4 O for a word from Zion's King,
Her captives to restore!
Jacob, with all the tribes, fhall fing,
And Judah weep no more.

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PSALM LV. Common Metre.

Ver. 1-8, 16, 17, 18, 22.

Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.

GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,

For earth and hell my hurt devife,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,

My foul with guilt they load,

And fill my thoughts with inward ftrife,
To fhake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-ftrings found,
I groan with ev'ry breath;
Horror and fear befet me round
Amongst the shades of death.

4 O were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to fome wild defart go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where ftorms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all,
To 'fcape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can fave me here as well.

PAUSE.

7 By morning light I'll feek his face,
At noon repeat my cry:
The night shall hear me ask his
Nor will he long deny.

grace,

8 God fhall preserve my foul from fear,
Or fhield me when afraid;

Ten thousand angels muft appear,
If he command their aid.

9 I caft my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord fuftains them all;
My courage refts upon his word,
That faints fhall never fall.

10 My highest hopes fhall not be vain;
My lips fhall spread his praise:
While cruel and deceitful men
Scarce live out half their days.

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