5 Yet, LORD, thy searching eye 6 With hyssop purge me, LORD, I shall with snow in whiteness vie, 7 Make me to hear with joy Thy kind forgiving voice; That so the bones which thou hast broke 8 Blot out my crying sins, 9 Withdraw not thou thy help, 10 The joy thy favor gives Let me, O LORD, regain, And thy free Spirit's firm support 11 So I thy righteous ways 12 Could sacrifice atone, Whole flocks and herds should die; But on such off'rings thou disdain'st To cast a gracious eye. 13 A broken spirit is By GoD most highly prized; 14 Let Sion favor find, Of thy good will assured; 15 The just shall then attend, 2 My heart is pain'd; the shades of death Their terrors round me spread; While fearful tremblings seize my breast, Horrors o'erwhelm my head. 3 And thus I breathe my heavy sigh To Him who hears above; "O that my soul on wings could fly, And emulate the dove! 4 "Swift I'd escape, and flee afar, Hide from the world's distracting care, 5 "I'd wing my everlasting flight, From sin and strife, to realms of light, 6 Thus will I call on God, who still At morn, at noon, at night I 'll pray, 1 LORD! though at times surprised by fear, On danger's first alarm, Yet still for succor I depend On thy almighty arm. 2 God's faithful promise I shall praise, In God I trust, and, trusting him, 3 I'll trust God's word, and so despise 4 Thou hast retrieved my soul from death, And thou wilt still secure The life thou hast so oft preserved, 5 That thus, protected by thy power, From the lxii. Psalm of David. 1 MY soul, for help on God rely, On him alone thy trust repose; My rock and health will strength supply, To bear the shock of all my foes. 2 GOD does his saving health dispense, And flowing blessings daily send: He is my fortress and defence, On him my soul shall still depend. 3 In him, ye people, always trust; Before his throne pour out your hearts: 4 The LORD has oft his will express'd, 5 Though mercy is his darling grace, 3 My life, while I that life enjoy, With lifted hands adore his name: While I with joy his praise proclaim. PSALM 50. From the lxv. Psalın of David. PART I. L. M. 1 FOR thee, O GOD, our constant praise 4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed, The vast delights thy temple gives. PART II. L. M. 1 LORD! from thy unexhausted store, 2 On rising ridges down it pours, And every furrow'd valley fills: 3 Thy goodness does the circling year With fresh returns of plenty crown; And where thy glorious paths appear, The fruitful clouds drop fatness down. 4 They drop on barren deserts, changed By them to pastures fresh and green: The hills about, in order ranged, In beauteous robes of joy are seen. 5 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn PSALM 51. From the lxvi. Psalm of David. PART I. C. M. 1 LET all the lands, with shouts of joy, 2 And let them say, How dreadful, LORD, In all thy works, art thou! To thy great power thy stubborn foes 3 Through all the earth, the nations round Shall thee, their GoD, confess; And, with glad hymns, their awful dread 4 O come! behold the works of God, PART II. C. M. 1 My off'rings to God's house I'll bring, 2 O come, all ye that fear the LORD, Whilst I what GOD for me has done 3 As I before his aid implored, 5 Then bless'd for ever be my God, |