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22 I said, in hasty flight,
PSALM XXXII. l Ho blest whose sins have pardon gain'd, No more in judgment to appear; 2 Whose guilt remission has obtain'd, And whose repentance is sincere. 3 While I conceal’d the fretting sore, My bones consum’d without relief; All day did I with anguish roar; But no complaints assuag'd my grief.
4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd,
By day and night alike distress'd,
Till quite of vital moisture drain'd,
5 No sooner I my wound disclos'd,
The guilt that tortur'd me within,
But thy forgiveness interpos'd,
6 True penitents shall thus succeed,
8 In my instruction then confide,
10 Sorrows on sorrows multiply'd,
l Los all the just to God, with joy,
7. The swelling floods, together roll'd,
10 He, when the heathen closely plot,
Whom he, from all the world besides, Has chosen for his own. 13, 14, 15 He all the nations of the earth, From heav'n, his throne, survey’d ; He saw their works, and view'd their thoughts; By him their hearts were made. 16, 17 No king is safe by num’rous hosts; Their strength the strong deceives: No manag’d horse, by force or speed, His warlike rider saves. 18, 19 "Tis God, who those that trust in him Beholds with gracious eyes; He frees their souls from death; their want, In time of dearth, supplies. 20, 21 Our soul on God with patience waits; Our help and shield is he: . Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice, Because we trust in thee. 22 The riches of thy mercy, Lord, Do thou to us extend; Since we, for all we want or wish, On thee alone depend.
1 Tho, 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 ! magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name: 4. When in distress to him I call’d, He to my rescue came. 5 Their drooping hearts were soon refresh'd, Who look’d to him for aid; Desir'd success in ev'ry face A cheerful air display’d. 6 “Behold,” say they, “behold the man, “Whom providence reliev'd ; “The man so dang'rously beset, “So wondrously retriev'd " 7 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance he affords to all
8 O ! make but trial of his love,
10 While hungry lions lack their prey, The Lord will food provide For such as put their trust in him, And see their needs supply'd. PART II. !? Approach, ye piously dispos'd, And my instruction hear ; I'll teach you the true discipline Of his religious fear, * * 12 Let him who length of life desires, And prosp'rous days would see, 13 From sland'ring language keep his tongue, His lips frem falsehood free ;
14 The crooked paths of vice decline,
16 But turns his wrathful look on those
Whom mercy can’t reclaim,
Blot out their hated name.
17 Deliv'rance to his saints he gives, When his relief they crave;
18 He's nigh to heal the broken heart, And contrite spirit save.
19 The wicked oft, but still in vain,
-- Against the just conspire;
20 For under their affliction's weight He keeps their bones entire.
The wicked, from their wicked arts,
Whilst righteous men, whom they detest,
For God preserves the souls of those.
To them, and their posterity,
GAINST all those that strive with me,
Bring forth thy spear; and stop their course,
Say to my soul, “I am thy health,
Let them with shame be cover'd o'er,
And such as did my harm devise,
Be to confusion brought.
Then shall they fly, dispers'd like chaff
Since, unprovok'd by any wrong,
Whilst my glad soul shall God's great Namc