And earth must own it just.

3 I from the flock 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,

5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and chear 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.

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

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

*Or it may be read, My nature prone to

sin.

PSALM LI. 14--17. PART II. [C. M.]
Repentance and faith in the blood of
Christ.

1 O GOD of mercy, hear my call,
My loads 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 speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

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 opprest with sin's desert
My God will ne'er despise :

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

PSALM LIII. 4---6.

Victory and deliverancefrompersecution. 1 ARE all the foes of Sion 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 that rise
To do his children harm.

9 In vain the sons of Satan boast
Of armies in array ;

When God has first despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey.

1 O 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 ev'ry breath;
Horror and fear beset 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 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!
The mighty God on whom I call
Can save me here as well.

PAUSE.

7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry,

The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.

9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.

10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men

Scarce live out half their days.

PSALM LV. 15, 16, 17, 19, 22. [S. M.] Dangerous prosperity; or, Daily devotions encouraged.

1 LET sinners take their course,
And choose the road to death;
But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.

2 My thoughts address his throne
When morning brings the light;
1 seck his blessing ev'ry noon,
And pay my vows at night.

Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God!.
While sinners perish in surprise
Beneath thine angry rod.

4 Because they dwell at ease,"
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.

5 But I, with all my cares,

Will lean upon the Lord;
I'll cast my burden on his arm,
And rest upon his word.

His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love;

The ground on whichtheir safety stands,
No earthly pow'r can move.

PSALM LVI.

Deliverance from oppression and false-
hood: or, God's care of his people, in
answer to faith and prayer.
10 Thou, whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th' oppressor cease;
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.

2 The sons of violence and lies,
Join to devour me, Lord:
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.

3 In God most holy, just and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.

4 They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mischief doth all their councils fill,
And malice all their thoughts.

5 Shall they escape without thy frown?
Must their devices stand?
O cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand.

PAUSE.

God counts the sorrows of his saints
Their groans affect his ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.

7 When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee:
So swift is prayer to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.

8 In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.
Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word!
"How righteous all thy ways!"
10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death;
O set thy pris'ner free!

That heart and hand, and life and breath,

May be employ'd for thee.

PSALM LVII.

Praise for protection, grace, and truth. 1 MY God in whom are all the springs Of boundless love, and grace unknown;

Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is over-blown. 2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry,

The Lord will my desires perform;
He sends his angels from the sky,
And saves me from the threat'ning
storm.

3 Be thou exalted, O my God!

Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
4 My heart is fix'd: my song shall raise
Immortal honours to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth thy mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remain,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.

6 Be thou exalted, O my God;
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell;
Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell,
PSALM LVIII. As the 113th Psalm,
Warning to magistrates.

1 JUDGES, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th' injur'd poor before you stands?

Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,
And let rich sinners 'scape secure,

While gold and greatness bribe your
hands?

2 Have ye forgot, or never knew
That God will judge the judges too?

High in the heav'ns his justice reigns;
Yet you invade the rights of God,
And send your bold decrees abroad

To bind the conscience in yourchains. 3 A poison'd arrow is your tongue, The arrow sharp, the poison strong,

And deathattends where'er it wounds: You hear no counsels, cries, or tears; So the deaf adder stops her ears

Against the pow'r of charming sounds. 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God! Those teeth of lions dy'd in blood;

And crush the serpents in the dust: As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise, Before the sweeping tempest flies,

So let their hopes and names be lost. 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die,

As hills of snow dissolve and run;
Or snails that perish in their slime,
Or births that come before their time,
Vain births that never see the sun.

But thy right-hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God.

4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shadow of thy wings;
My hear rejoices in thine aid,
My tongne awakes and sings.
But the destroyers of my peace
Shall fret and rage in vain ;
The temper shall for ever cease,
And all my sins be slain.

Thy sword shall give my foes to death,
And send them down to dwell

In the dark caverns of the earth,
Or to the deeps of hell.

PSALM LXIII. [L. M.]

Longing after God: or, The love of God better than life.

1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim,
Thon art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engag'd to make me blest,
? Thougreat and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine by sacred ties;
Thy son, thy servant bought with blood.
3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long to thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook.
4 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace.

3 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my chearful passions so.
My life itself without thy love
No taste of pleasure could afford;
Twould but a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from the Lord.

Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.

8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And spend the remnant of my days.

PSALM LXII. [S. M.]
Seeking God.

1 MY God permit my tongue
This joy, to eall thee mine,
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.

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6

7

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Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place,
Thy pow'r and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickning grace.

For life without thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compar'd to this,
To serve and please the Lord.

To thee I lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live;
Not all the dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.

In wakeful hours at night
I call my God to mind;

I think how wise thy counsels are,
And all thy dealings kind.

Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,

And on thy watchful providence
My chearful hope relies.

The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps :
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

1 THE praise of Sion waits for thee, My God; and praise becomes thy house;

There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows.

2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies
To save when humble sinners pray,
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,
And islands of the northern sea.

3 Against my will my sins prevail,
But grace shall purge away their stain;'
The blood of Christ will never fail
To wash my garments white again.

4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose
And give him kind access to thee;
Give him a place within thy house,
To taste thy love divinely free.

PAUSE.

5 Let Babel fear when Sion prays;
Babel prepare for long dis ress
When Sion's God himself arrays
In terror and in righteousness.
6 With dreadful glory God fulfils
What his afflicted saints request;
And with almighty wrath reveals
His love, to give his churches rest.
7 Then shall the flocking nations run
To Zion's hill and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting sun
Shall see the Saviour's name ador'd.