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There thy rich works of wonder shine :
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear

Of boundless pow'r and skill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light,

Lectures of heavenly wisdom read ;
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,

And neither sound nor language need.

o 3 Yet their divine instructions run,
Far as the journies of the sun ;

And ev'ry nation knows their voice :
The sun, like some young bridegroom drest,
Breaks from the chambers of the east ;

Rolls round and makes the earth rejoice.

g 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles and speaks his maker God ;
All nature joins to shew thy praise :
Thus God in ev'ry creature shines :
■ — Fair is the book of nature's lines ;
But fairer is the book of grace.]

PAUSE.

b 5 I love the volumes of thy word ;—
What light and joy these leaves afford ;

e To souls benighted and distrest !

—Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

6 From the discov'rics of thy law,
The perfect rules of life I draw ;
These are my study and delight :
b Not honey so invites the taste,

Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.
e 7 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes,

And warn me where my danger lies ;
o But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,



PSALM 20. 83



That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.

c 8 Who knows the errours of his tho'ts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain :
— Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature not in vain.

PSALM 20. L. M. Bkndon. [*]

Prayer and Hope of Victory.

1 "VTOW may the God of pow'r and grace
_L^I Attend his people's humble cry !

Jehovah hears when Israel prays,
And brings deliv'rance from on high.

2 The name of Jacob's God defends,
Better than shields or brazen walls ;
He from his sanctuary sends
Succour and strength when Zion calls.

t 3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts ;
His love accepts the sacrifice —
Of humble groans and broken hearts.

o 4 In his salvation is our hope ;
And in the name of Israel's God,
Our troops shall lift their banners up r
Our navies spread their flags abroad.

— 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war,
And some of chariots make their boasts f

o Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts.

6 [O may the mem'ry of thy name
Inspire our armies for the fight !
A Our foes shall fall and die with shame,
Or quit the field with shameful flight.]

t7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear,

Now let our hope be firm and strong j
p Till thy salvation shall appear,
» And joy and triumph raise the song.



PSALM 21.



PSALM 21. CM. [*] Sunday.

Our Country the care of Heaven.

1 fdf "VUR land, O Lord, with songs of praise
L V-F Shall in thy strength rejoice ;

And, blest with thy salvation, raise
To heaven their cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, through nations round,
Has spread our wondrous name ;

And our successful actions crown'd
With dignity and fame.

3 Then let our land on G od alone
For timely aid rely ;

His mercy, which adorns his throne,
Shall all our wants supply.

4 But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand ;

Thy vengeful arm shall find out those

Who hate all just command.
& When thou against them dost engage,

Thy just but dreadful doom
Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,

Their hopes and them consume.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare,

And thus exalt thy fame ;
Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare

For thine almighty name.]

L. M. Castlestreet. [*]
V. 1 — 9. — Christ exalted to the Kingdom.
1 I %AVID rejoic'd in God his strength,
JL^ Rais'd to the throne by special grace J
o But Christ the Son appears at length,
Fulfils the triumphs and the praise.

— 2 How great is the Messiah's joy,

In the salvation of thy hand !
g Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high,

And giv'n the world to his command.
— 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he willy

Nor does the least request withhold \

Blessings of love prevent him still,

And crowns of glory, not of gold.
g 4 Honour and majesty divine

Around his sacred temples shine,



PSALM 22. 85

Blest with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.
e [5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes,
And as the fiery oven glows,
With raging heat and living coals,
So shall thy wrath devour their souls.]

PSALM 22. C. M. First Part. Canterbury.
V. 1—16. The Sufferings and Death of Christ.

1 f^/lT^K^ nas m 7 God my soul forsook,
L t v Nor will a smile afford ?

(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Though 'tis my chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints ;

Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found :

But I'm a worm despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn ;

u In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
M Neglected and forlorn. 1 '

5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word ;

And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threat'ning round,

In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found ?

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud ;

As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong 1 ,
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart ;

They nail my hands, they pierce my feet.
And try to vex my heart.
8



86 PSALM 22.



9 Yet if thy sov'reign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell ;

Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well ?

10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup :

But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves in pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath :

Thy heavy hand hath brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand ;

My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.]

C. M. Second Part. Bedford. [*]
V. 20, 21, 27 — 31. Christ's Sufferings and King&mru
\i 1 " TVTOW from the roaring lion's rage,
JL ^1 " O Lord, protect thy Son ;
M Nor leave thy darling to engage
" The powers of hell alone."
— 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray,

With mighty cries and tears :
o God heard him in that dreadful day,

And chas'd away his fears.
— 3 Great was the vict'ry cf his death,
His throne's exalted high ;
And all the kindreds of the earth,

Shall worship — or shall die.
4 A num'rous offspring must arise,

From his expiring groans ;
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.
e 5 The meek and humble souls shall see

His table richly spread ;
— And all that seek the Lord shall be

With joys immortal fed.
o 6 The isles shall know the righteousness,
Of our incarnate God ;
And nations yet unborn, profess
Salvation in his blood. St. JirwCa.



PSALM 22, 23. 87



L. M. Carthage, [b]

Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation.
p 1 "T^TOW let our mournful songs record
_L^| The dying sorrows of our Lord ;

When he eomplainM in tears and blood,

As one forsaken of his God.
« 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,

And shook'd their heads, and laugh'd in scorn ;
d u He rescuM others from the grave ;

" Now let him try himself to save.

3 " This is the man did once pretend

« God was his Father and his Friend ;

" If God the blessed lovM him so,

* l Why doth he fail to help him now P*
e 4 Barbarous people ! cruel priests !

How they stood round like savage beasts !

Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their powV.
p 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,

'Till streams of blood each other meet ;

By lot his garments they divide,

And mock the pangs in which he died.
—6 But God his Father heard his cry ;
o Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high ;
— The nations learn his righteousness,

And humble sinners taste his grace.

PSALM 23. L. M. Green's. Islington. [*]

God our Shepherd.

1 1%^TY shepherd is the living Lord ;

_L?JL Now shall my wants be well supply'd
His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.

2 In pastures where salvation grows,,
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,

And all the food's divinely blest.
p 3 My wand 1 ring feet his ways mistake ;
—But he restores my soul to peace,
o And leads me ibr his mercy^ sake,

In the fair paths of righteousness.
P 4 Tho 1 I walk thro 1 the gloomy vale,

Where death and all its terrours are ;



33 PSALM 23.



— My heart and hope shall never fail,
o For God my shepherd's with me there.

e 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,
— Thou art my comfort, thou my stay :
o Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

e [6 The sons of earth, and sons of hell,
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine,
To see my table spread so well,
With living bread and cheerful wine.]

7 [How I rejoice, when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest !
o 'Tis a divine anointing 1 shed,
Like oil of gladness at a feast.

g 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord
Attend his household all their days ;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To seek his face, and sing his praise.]

C. M. Barby. [*]
1 fTV/r^ Shepherd will supply my need;

L-LtJl Jehovah is his name :
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream,
o 2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back,
When I forsake his ways ; \
And leads me for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
e 3 When I walk thro 1 the shades of death
Thy presence is my stay ;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
—4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes,

Doth still my table spread ;
O My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.
■ — 5 The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days ;
e O may thy house be my abode,

And all my work be praise !
—6 There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come ;
No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home,



PSALM 23, 24. 89

S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*']
GodPs tender Care of his People*

I HE Lord my shepherd is,
I shall be well supply'd?
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside ?
2 He leads me to the place,
Where heav'nly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
© And full salvation flows.

« 3 If e'er I go astray,
— He doth my soul reclaim ;

And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid,
o I cannot yield to fear !

e Tho' I should walk through death's dark shade,
o My Shepherd's with me there.

6 5 In spite of all my foes,

Thou dost my table spread ;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my foll'wing days ;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

PSALM 24. CM. Abridge, Bedford. [*]

Dwelling with God.
1 rFIHE earth forever is the Lord's,
JL With Adam's num'rous race ;
He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,
And built it on the seas.

& 2 But who among the sons ©f men

May visit thine abode ?
d He who has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.
3 This is the man may rise, and take

The blessings of his grace ;
This is the lot of those who seek
The God of Jacob's face.
© 4 Now let our soul's immortal pow 1 rs
To meet the Lord prepare ;
8*



60 PSALM 24, 25,

ft Lift up their everlasting doors ;
The King- of glory's near.

t 5 The King of glory — who can tell

The wonders of his might ?
ire-He rules the nations ; but to dwell

With saints, is his delight.

L. M, Islington. [*]

Saints dwell in Heaven : or, ChrisPs •Ascension*
d 1 r IM HIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,

JL And men and worms and beasts and birds )
«• =-He rais'd the building on the seas,

And gave it for their dwelling place,
o 2 But there's a brighter world on high,

Thy palace, Lord, above the sky :
e Who shall ascend that blest abode,

And dwell so near his maker God ?
d 3 He who abhors and fears to sin,

Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean j

Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless,

And clothe his soul with righteousness,
*— 4 These are the men, the pious race,

Who seek the God of Jacob's face j
p They shall enjoy the blissful sight,

And dwell in everlasting light.
Pause. Oporto,
5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
.-—Behold the King of glory nigh !
p Who can this King of glory be ?
O The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
■=—6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display,

To make the Lord the Saviour way ;
p Laden with spoils from earth and hell,

The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell,
g 7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,

He opens heaven's eternal door,

To give his saints a blest abode,

Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM 25. S. M, 1st Part. Little Marlboro, [b]
Ver. 1—11. — Waiting for Pardon and Direction.
I T LIFT my soul to God,
JL My trust is in his name;



PSALM 25. 91

e Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.

p 2 Sin, and the pow'rs of hell,

Persuade me to despair :
—Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,

That I may 'scape the snare.

e 3 From the first dawning light
'Till the dark ev'ning rise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever longing eyes.

e 4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth ;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.

■>— 5 The Lord is just and kind,

The meek shall learn his ways ;
And every humble sinner find \
The methods of his grace.

© 6 For his own goodness' sake,

He saves my soul from shame ;
He pardons (though my guilt be great,)
Through my Redeemer's name.

S. M. Second Part. Dover, [*]
Ver.12, 14, 10, 13. — Divine Instruction*
e 1 "^^7 HERE shall the man be found,
IT Who fears t' offend his God-—
Who loves the gospel's joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod ?

— 2 The Lord shall make him know
o The secrets of his heart ;

o The wonders of his cov'nant show,
And all his love impart.

— 3 The dealings of his hand

Are truth and mercy still,
With such as to his cov'nant stand,
And love to do his will.

4 Their souls shall dwell at ease,
O Before their Maker's face ;

Their seed shall taste the promises,
In their extensive grace.



92 PSALM 25, 26.

S. M. Third Part. St. Bridge's, [b]
Ver. 15 — 22. — Backsliding and Desertion.

1 TVTINE eyes and my desire
LlJL Are ever to the Lord ;
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.

o 2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,

Bring thy salvation near ;
c When will thy hand release my feet

Out of the deadly snare !

p 3 When shall the sov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from those dangerous ways,
My wandering feet have trod.

e 4 The tumult of my thoughts

Does but enlarge my wo ;
p My spirit languishes, my heart

Is desolate and low.

5 [With ev'ry morning light,
My sorrow new begins ;

Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.

PAUSE.

6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate ?

Against my life they rise and join
Their fury with deceit.]

7 O keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame ;

For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.

e 8 With humble faith I wait,

To see thy face again ;
o Of Isra'l it shall ne'er be said,
d He sought the Lord in vain.

PSALM 26. L. M. Quercy. Bath. [*]
Self-Examination : or, Evidences of Grace.

1 "TUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways;
V And try my reins, and try my heart ;

My faith upon thy promise stays,

Nor from thy law my feet depart.



PSALM 27. 93



e 2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit,
With men of vanity and lies ;
The scoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of my eyes.

o 3 Amongst thy saints will I appear,
With hands well wash'd in innocence ;

e But when I stand before thy bar,
The blood of Christ is my defence.

—4 I love thy habitation, Lord,

The temple where thine honours dwell ;

e There shall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.

—5 Let not my soul be join'd at last
With men of treachery and blood ;
Since I my days on earth have past
Among the saints, and near my God.

PSALM 27. C. M. First Part. Bedford. [*]
Ver. 1 — 6. — The Church our Delight and Safety,
1 nnHE Lord of glory is my light,
JL And my salvation too ;
o God is my strength ; nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

— 2 One privilege my heart desires—
e O grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.

—5 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still ;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.

e 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
'— There may his children hide ;
o God has a strong pavilion, where

He makes my soul abide,
a 5 Now shall my head be lifted high,
Above my foes around ;
And songs of joy and victory

Within thy temple sound. St. Martin's,

C. M. Second Part. Barby. St. Ann's. [*]
Ver. 8, 9, 13, 14. — Prayer and Hope,
1 CJOON as I heard my Father say,
d 1^3 u Ye children, seek my grace, 1 '



94 PSALM 29.



— My heart reply'd without delay,
o u I'll seek my Father's face."

e 2 Let not thy face be hid from me,

Nor frown my soul away ;
e God of my life, I fly to thee,

In a distressing day.

e 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,

Leave me to want, or die ;
o My God would make my life his care,

And all my need supply.

—4 My fainting flesh had died with grief,
Had not my soul believ'd,
To see thy grace provide relief —
Nor was my hope deceiv'd.

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up ;
o He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

PSALM 29. L. M. Psalm 97. [*]
Storm and Thunder.

GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and pow r r ;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.

e 2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud,
Over the ocean and the land ;
His voice divides the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.

g 3 He speaks, and tempest, hail, and wind,
Lay the wide forest bare around ;

e The fearful hart, and frighted hind,
Leap at the terrour of the sound.

g 4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And lo, the stately cedars break ;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The vallies roar, the deserts quake.

5 The Lord sits sov'reign on the flood,
The Thund'rer rei°*ns for ever kins: :
—But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.



PSALM 30. 95



e 6 In gentler language there the Lord

The counsels of his grace imparts ;
o Amidst the raging storm, his word

Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

PSALM 30. L. M. First Part. Quercy. [*]

Sickness healed and Sorrow removed,

1 [X WILL extol thee, Lord, on high ;

JL At thy command diseases fly :
Who but a God can speak and save,
From the dark borders of the grave ?

o 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is ;
Let all your pow'rs rejoice and bless,
While you record his holiness.

— 3 His anger but a moment stays ;

His love is life and length of days :
e Tho' grief and tears the night employ,
o The morning star restores the joy.]

L. M. Second Part Armley. [b]

Ver. 6. — Healthy Sickness, and Recovery.

1 |/1I RM was my health, my day was bright,
X? And I presumed 'twould ne'er be night ;
Fondly 1 said within my heart,
d " Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart."

— -2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long ;

e Soon as thy face began to hide,

My health was gone, my comforts died.

— 3 I cried aloud to thee, my God,
e u What canst thou profit by my blood ?
44 Deep in the dust, can I declare
" Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there ?

— 4 " Hear me, O God of grace ! I said,
44 And bring me from among the dead :"

o Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,
Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt.

— 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo,
Are turn'd to joy and praises now ;
I throw my sackcloth on the ground,
And ease and gladness gird me round.



96 PSALM 31.



o 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame,

Shall ne'er be silent of thy name ;
o Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heav'n,
—For sickness heal'd, and sins forgiv'n .

PSALM 31. CM. First Part. Canterbury, [b]
Ver. 5, 13—19, 22, 23.— Deliverance from Death.

1 TNTO thy hand, O God of truth,

I My spirit I commit ;

Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death,
And sav'd me from the pit.

2 The passions of my hope and fear
Maintain'd a double strife ;

O While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd,

To take away my life.
d 3 " My times are in thy hand," I cry'd,

61 Though I draw near the dust ;"
— Thou art the refuge where I hide,

The God in whom I trust.

e 4 O make thy reconciled face
Upon thy servant shine ;
And save me for thy mercy's sake,
For I'm entirely thine.

PAUSE.

[5 'Twas in my haste my spirit said,

I I must despair and die,

4 1 am cut off before thine eyes ;'
o But thou hast heard my cry.]
— 6 Thy goodness, how divinely free I

How wondrous is thy grace,
To those who fear thy majesty,

And trust thy promises !
o 7 O love the Lord, all ye his saints,

And sing his praises loud ;
— He'll bend his ear to your complaints,

And recompense the proud.

C. M. Second Part. York. [*]
V. 7—13, 18 — 21. — Deliverance from Slander and Reproach,
1 ]%/TY heart rejoices in thy name,
JLtA My God, my help, my trust ;
Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame t
Mine honour from the dust.



PSALM 32. 97



p 2 i My life is spent with grief,' I cry'd,
1 My years consum'd in groans ;
1 My strength decays, mine eyes are dry'd,
4 And sorrow wastes my bones.'
e 3 Among mine enemies, my name
Was a mere proverb grown ;
While to my neighbours, I became

Forgotten and unknown.
4 Slander and fear on ev'ry side
Seiz'd and beset me round ;
— I to the throne of grace apply'd,
And speedy rescue found.

PAUSE.

[5 How great deliv'rance thou hast wro't,

Before the sons of men !
The lying lips to silence brought,

And made their boasting vain !

6 Thy children, from the strife of tongues,
Shall thy pavilion hide :

Guard them from infamy and wrongs,
And crush the sons of pride.]

7 Within thy secret presence, Lord,
Let me forever dwell ;

No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd,
Secures a saint so well.

PSALM 32. S. M. Dover. [*]
Forgiveness of Sins upon Confession,
o 1 f| BLESSED souls are they,

\J Whose sins are cover'd o'er ;
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.

— 2 They mourn their follies past,

And keep their hearts with care ;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.

e 3 While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound ;

— Till I confess'd my sins to thee,

And ready pardon found.
o 4 Let sinners learn to pray,

Let saints keep near the throne \
9



98 PSALM 32.



Our help in times of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.

C. M. Colchester. [*]
Free Pardon and sincere Obedience.
o 1 [TXAPPY the man to whom his God
JLJl No more imputes his sin ;
But wash'd in his Redeemer's blood,

Hath made his garments clean !
2 Happy, beyond expression, he

Whose debts are thus discharged ;
And from the guilty bondage free,
He feels his soul enlarged.
—3 His spirit hates deceit and lies,
His words are all sincere ;
He guards his heart, he guards his eyes,
To keep his conscience clear.
t 4 While I my inward guilt supprest,
No quiet could I find ;
Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
And rack'd my tortur'd mind.
—5 Then I confess'd my troubled thoughts,

My secret sins reveal'd ;
o Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults,

Thy grace my pardon seal'd.
— 6 This shall invite thy saints to pray ;
d When, like a raging flood,

Temptations rise, our strength and stay
Is a forgiving God.]

L. M. First Part. Green's. Quercy. [*]
Repentance, Justification, and Sanctification,

1 1T> LEST is the man, forever blest,

m» Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God ;
Whose sins, with sorrow, are confess'd,
And cover 1 d with his Saviour's blood.

2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities ;

He pleads no merit of reward,
And not on works, but grace relies.

3 From guile his heart and lips are free ;
His humble joy, his holy fear,

With deep repentance well agree,



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