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O God, in whom I trust,
I lift my heart and voice

O let me not be put to fhame,
Nor let my foes rejoice.

Since mercy is the grace

That moft exalts thy fame;
Forgive my heinous fin, O Lord,
And fo advance thy name.

Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee:

And for thy wond'rous goodness fake,
mercy think on me.

In

My fad affliction fee:

Acquit me, Lord, and from my guilt

Entirely fet me free.

Let all my righteous acts

To full perfection rise;
Because my firm and constant hope

On thee alone relies,

PSALM

PSALM XXXIII.

LET all the juft to God with joy

Their chearful voices raife;

For well the righteous it becomes,
To fing glad fongs of praise.

Moft faithful is the word of God,
His works with truth abound;
He juftice loves, and all the earth
Is with his goodness crown'd.

By his almighty word at first

'The heav'nly arch was rear'd; And all the beauteous hofts of light, At his command appear'd.

Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees,
Shall ftand for ever fure;
The fettled purpose of his heart
To ages fhall endure.

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PSALM XXXIV.

'HRO' all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy;

The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ.

Of

Of his deliverance I will boaft,

'Till all who are diftreft,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their grief to rest.

Oh make but trial of his love!
Experience will decide

How bleft they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

Fear him, ye faints, and ye will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make ye his fervice your delight,
Your wants fhall be his care.

PSALM LI.

HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,

As thou wert ever kind;

Let me, opprest with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanfe me from my fin

;

For I confess my crime, and fee
How great my guilt has been.

Against thee only, Lord,

And only in thy fight

Have I tranfgrefs'd, and tho' condemn'd,
Muft own thy judgments right.

Blot

Blot out my crying fins,

Nor me in anger view;

Create in me a heart that's clean,
An upright mind renew.
Withdraw not thou thy help,
Nor caft me from thy fight;
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
Its everlafting flight.

The joy thy favour gives,
Let me again obtain:

And thy free Spirit's firm support,
My fainting foul fuftain.

PSALM LVII.

God my heart is fix'd, is bent,
Its thankful tribute to prefent;
And with my heart my voice I'll raife,
To thee, my God, in fongs of praise.
Awake my glory, harp, and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
Thy praifes, Lord, I will refound,
To all the lift'ning nations round;
Thy mercy highelt heav'n tranfcends,
Thy truth beyond the cloud extends.

Be

Be thou, O God, exalted high,
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here as there obey'd.

PSALM LXXXVI.

O my complaint, O Lord

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my

God,

Thy gracious ear incline;

Hear me, diftreft, and destitute

Of all relief but thine.

Do thou, O God, preferve my foul,
That does thy name adore;

Thy fervant keep, and him, whose trust,
Relies on thee, restore.

To me, who daily thee invoke,

Thy mercy, Lord, extend;

Refresh thy fervants foul, whofe hope

On thee alone depend.

Thou, Lord, art good, not only good,
But prompt to pardon tco;
Of plenteous mercy to all those
Who for thy mercy fue.

PSALM XCV.

Come, loud anthems let us fing, Loud thanks to our almighty king; For we our voices high fhould raife, When our falvation's Rock we praise.