Whose guilt thy boundless love hath veil❜d,
His fears compos'd, his weakness heal'd!
2 My humble soul its crime shall own:
Behold me bow before thy throne,
To Thee my inmost guilt disclose,
And in thy bosom pour my woes.
3 But, lo! while yet my hands I rear,
The voice of Mercy to my ear
Descends, and, whisp'ring peace within,
Confirms the pardon of my sin.

4 For this shall all who Thee adore,
Ere yet the day of grace be o'er,
To Thee with stedfast hope repair,
To Thee prefer th' unwearied pray'r.

PSALM XXXIII.

P. M. 1 YE holy souls, in God rejoice,

Your maker's praise becomes your voice;
Great is your theme, your songs be new;
Sing of His name, His word, His ways,
His works of nature and of grace,
How wise and holy, just and true!

2 He gathers the wide-flowing seas,
Those wat'ry treasures know their place,
In the vast store-house of the deep.
He spake, and gave all nature birth;
And fires, and seas, and heav'n, and earth
His everlasting orders keep.

3 Let mortals tremble, and adore A God of such resistless pow'r,

Nor dare indulge their feeble rage: Vain are your thoughts, and weak your But His eternal counsel stands, [hands; And rules the world from age to age.

PSALM XXXIV.

C. M.

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of His deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

3 O make but trial of His love,
Experience will decide,

How bless'd they are, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.

4 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight,
Your wants shall be His care.

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PSALM XXXIV. Second Version. C. M. 1 LET him, who length of life desires, And prosp❜rous days would see,

Our life advancing to its close,
While scarce its earliest dawn it knows;
Swift, like a fleeting shade, we run,
And vanity and man are one.

3 God of my fathers! here, as they,
I walk the pilgrim of a day,

A transient guest; thy works admire, And instant to my home retire: Where shall I then my refuge see? On whom repose my hope, but Thee?

4 Before thy throne my knees I bend; To Thee my ceaseless pray'rs ascend:"O spare me, Lord, awhile O spare ;

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My strength renew, my heart prepare, "Ere, life's short circuit wander'd o'er, "I vanish, and am seen no more.

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1 I WAITED long, and sought the Lord, And patiently did bear;

At length He did to me accord

My voice and cry to hear.

2 He brought me from the dreadful pit,
Out of the mire and clay;
Upon a rock He set my feet,
And He did guide my way.

3 To me He taught a psalm of praise,
Which I must shew abroad;

And sing new songs of thanks always
Unto the Lord our God.

PSALM XLI.

C. M.

1 HAPPY the man whose tender care Relieves the poor distrest:

When he's by trouble compass'd round
The Lord shall give him rest.

2 If he, in languishing estate,
Oppress'd with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.

3 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause
With loud Amens express'd.

PSALM XLII.

C. M.

1 As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chace;

So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine:

O! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?

3 Tears are my constant food, while thus Insulting foes upbraid :

"Deluded wretch! where's now thy God?
And where's His promis'd aid?"

4 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I with troops of pious friends
Thy temple did frequent.

PSALM XLVI.

P. M.

1 GOD is our refuge in distress,
A present help when dangers press;
In Him, undaunted, we'll confide,
Tho' earth were from her centre tost,
And mountains in the ocean lost,

Torn piecemeal by the roaring tide. 2 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of our Lord shall fill,

The royal seat of God most high:
God dwells in Sion, whose fair tow'rs
Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs,
While His almighty aid is nigh.

3 In tumults, when the heathen rag'd,
And kingdoms war against us wag'd,

He thunder'd and dispers'd their pow'rs. The Lord of Hosts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,

Our father's guardian God, and ours.