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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.


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,


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.


Ver. 1417.

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


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.



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.


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.


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.


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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