13 Silent I waited, with long-suff'ring love: 'But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? 'And cherish such an impious thought within, 'That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?? See, God appears! all nature joins t' adore him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14 [Behold my terrours now: my thunders roll, 'And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul: 'Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near.' Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices: Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.]

EPIPHONEMA.

15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise Awake, before this dreadful morning rise. [amend, Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend. Then join, ye saints; wake every cheerful passion: When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. PSALM 51. L. M. 1st Part. Carthage. Geneva. [1} A Penitent pleading for Pardon.

p1 SHEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live:

e Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee?

--2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass The power and glory of thy grace;

g Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
p Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

e 4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

o 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, e I must pronounce thee just in death;

e And if my soul were sent to hell,

Thy righteous law approves it well.

e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, -Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, • Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

L. M. 2nd Part. Armley. Geneva. [b]
Original and actual Sin confessed.

LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
And born unholy and unciean;

Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defil'd in every part.

3 [Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]

d 4 Bebold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

-6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone :

o Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types can cleanse me so.

e 7 [While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest nor ease,
-Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.]
L. M. 3d Part. Gloucester. Bath. [*]
The Penitent restored.

THOU, who hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee le

Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem❜ry from thy book.

-2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse from sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 [I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight!
-Thy holy joys, my God, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.

e 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
-Thy help and comfort still 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 sacrifice I bring;

o The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.]

p 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
-7 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
o I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
80 may thy love inspire my tongue!
o Salvation shall be all my song;
s And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
C. M. 1st Part. Bangor. [b]
Sin confessed and pardoned.

[LORD, I would spread my sore distress, And guilt, before thine eyes;

e Against thy laws, against thy grace,

How high my crimes arise!

2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,

Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,

And earth must own it just.

-3 I from the stock of Adam came,

Unholy and unclean;

All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.

4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;

And, as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.

e 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
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.

o 7 Then will I make thy mercy known,
Before the sons of men;

• Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again.]

C. M. 2nd Part. Bishopsgate. Canterbury. [ Repentance, and Faith in the Blood of Christ.

e 1

10 GOD of mercy, hear my call,

My load 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 speck aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song

e 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,
For sin could e'er atone;

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

-4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;

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

V. 4-6.

PSALM 53. C. M. Mear. [*]] Victory and Deliverance frem Persecu tion.

1 ARE all the foes of Zion fools,

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

2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise;
For God's revenging arm
Scatters the bones of them, who rise
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons 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 Zion's King,
Her captives to restore!

Jacob with all the tribes shall sing,

And Judah weep no more.

PSALM 55. C. M. Canterbury. [b]

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

Support for the afflicted

and tempted Soul.

10 GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,

Behold my flowing tears;

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

2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load;
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound;
I groan with every breath;
Horrour and fear beset me round,
Amongst the shades of death.]

e 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.

e 5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

-6 Vain hopes-and vain inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!

e

-The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.