Then fhall thy love infpire my tongue, And all my powers fhall join to blefs Pfalm LI. WATTS Second Part. L. M. The Penitent reflored. THOU, who hear'it when finners cry, Tho' all my climes before thee lie, Regard them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book. 2 Renew me, O my God, within, And form my foul averfe to fin; Let thy good Spirit not depart, Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Caft out and banish'd from thy fight; Thy holy joys, O God, reftore, And guard me that I fall no more. A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the facrifice I bring; 4 The God of grace will not defpife 5 My foul lies humbled in the duft, And owns thy dreadful fentence juft: WATTS Pfalm LII, united with the 55. S. M. [b] Devotion and Confidence. LET finners take their courfe And choofe the road to death; 2 Thou wilt regard my cries, While finners perish in surprise, 3 Because they dwell at eafe, The ground on which their fafety ftands Pfalm LIII. WATTS and MERRICK. Long Metre. [* or ] Compared with Rom. iii. 10, 11. The Degeneracy of the World removed by the Gospel. EHOLD the fool whofe heart denies The God who form'd the earth and fkies! And, whilft the path of fin he treads, How wide the dire example fpreads! 2 Th' eternal Sovereign from on high And fear'd and lov'd their Maker, God. 6 No flefh fhall boast of righteousness, And when they hear thy pardoning voice, MERRICK, with additions. Palm LIV. Particular Metre. [b] THY Deliverance from Enemies. HY name, O God, my heart avows, My fervent cries in mercy hear, But midft my helpers, heaven's high Lord 30 let my heart, their rage repell'd, To thee its praife fhall flow; Whilft to my thought thy mercies rife, 0 To fee my proftrate foe. MERRICK Palm LV. Common Metre. [b] Impatience corrected by Faith. WERE I like a feather'd dove! I'd fly, and make a long remove 3 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all, The mighty God, on whom I call, 4 By morning light I'll feek his face, The night fhall here me afk his grace, 5 God, my preferver and my friend, I'll caft my burdens on the Lord, My faith fhall reft upon his word, WATTE Pfalm LVI. Common Metre. 'N God, most holy, juft and true, 2 God counts the forrows of his faints, 4 Thou haft a book for their complaints, Thy folemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou haft fecur'd my foul from death; That heart and hand, and life and breath Palm LVII. Long Metre. Divine Protection, Grace and Truth. WATTS Y God, in whom are all the springs M Of boundless love, and grace unknow Hide me beneath thy fpreading wings, |