now drawing near the Gates of Death, and, which is infinitely more terrible, the Bar of Judgment. Lord, my own Heart condemns me, and thou art infinitely greater then my Heart, and knoweft all Things. The Sins I know and remember, fill me with Horror; but there are alfo Multitudes of others, which I either obferved not at that Time, or have fince carelefly forgot, which are all prefent to thee. Thou fetteft my Mifdeeds before thee, and my fecret Sins in the Light of thy Countenance; and to what a mountainous Heap muft the minutely Provocations of fo many Years arife? How fhall one fo Ungodly ftand in thy Judgment? or fuch a Sinner in the Congregation of the Righteous? And, to add yet more to my Terror, my very Repentance, I fear, will not abide the Trial; my frequent Relapfes heretofore have fufficiently witneffed the Unfincerity of my paft Refolutions. And then, O Lord, what can fecure me, that my present Diflike of my Sins are not rather the Effects of my amazing Danger, than of any real Change? And, O Lord, I know thou art not mocked, nor wilt accept of any thing that is not perfectly fincere. O Lord, when I confider this, Fearfulness and Trembling come upon me, and an horrible Dread overwhelmeth me, my Flesh trembleth for fear of thee, and my Heart is wounded within me. But, O Lord, one Deep calleth upon another,the Depth of my Mifery upon the Depth

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of thy Mercy: Lord, fave now, or I perish eternally. O thou who willeft not that any fhould perifh, but that all should come to Repentance, bring me, I beseech thee, tho' thus late, to a fincere Repentance, fuch as thou wilt accept, who trieft the Heart. Create in me, O God, a clean Heart, and renew a right Spirit within me. Lord, one Day is with thee as a thousand Years; Olet thy mighty Spirit work in me now in this my laft Day, whatfoever thou feest wanting to fit me for thy Mercy and Acceptation. Give me a perfect and entire hatred of my Sins,and enable me to prefent thee with that Sacrifice of a broken and contrite Heart, which thou haft promised not to despise; that by this I may be made capable of that Atonement, which thy dear Son hath, by the more excellent Oblation of himfelf, made for all repenting Sinners. He is the Propitiation for our Sins; he was wounded for our Tranfgreffions; he was bruised for our Iniquities; the Chaftisement of our Peace was on him: O heal me by his Stripes, and let the Cry of his Blood drown the Clamour of my Sins. I am indeed a Child of Wrath, he is the Son of thy Love; for his fake fpare me, O Lord, fpare thy Creature, whom he hath redeemed with his moft precious Blood, and be not angry with me for ever. In his Wounds,O Lord, I take Sanctuary; O let not thy Vengeance purfue me to this City of Refuge: my Soul hangeth upon him; O let me not perish with a Jefus,

Jefus, with a Saviour in my Arms. But by his Agony and bloody Sweat; by his Crofs and Paffion; by all that he did and fuffered for Sinners, good Lord, deliver me; deliver me, I beseech thee, from the Wages of my Sins, thy Wrath and everlasting Damnation, in this Time of my Tribulation, in the Hour of Death, and in the Day of Judgment. Hear me, O Lord, hear me, and do not now repay my former Neglects of thy Calls, by refufing to anfwer me in this Time of my greateft Need. Lord, there is but a step between me and Death; O let not my Sun go down upon thy Wrath, but feal my Pardon, before I go hence, and be no more feen. Thy Lovingkindness is better than the Life itself; O let me have that in Exchange, and I fhall moft gladly lay down this mortal Life. Lord, thou knoweft all my Defire, and my Groaning is not hid from thee; deal thou with me, O Lord, according to thy Name, for fweet is thy Mercy; take away the Sting of Death, the Guilt of my Sins, and then, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no Evil: I will lay me down in Peace; and, Lord, when I awake up, let me be fatisfied with thy Prefence in thy Glory. Grant this, merciful God, for his Sake who is both the Redeemer and Mediator of Sinners, even Jefus Christ.

PSALMS.

PUT me not to rebuke, O Lord, in thine Anger, neither chaften me in thy heavy Difpleafure. There is no Health in my Flesh, becaufe of thy Difpleafure: neither is there any Reft in my Bones, by reafon of my Sins.

For my Wickedneffes are gone over my Head, and are a fore Burthen too heavy for me to bear.

My Wounds ftink, and are corrupt, through my Foolishness.

Therefore is my Spirit vexed within me, and my Heart within me is defolate.

My Sins have taken fuch hold upon me, that I am not able to look up; yea, they are more in number than the Hairs of my Head; and my Heart hath failed me.

But thou, O Lord God, art full of Compaffion and Mercy, Long-fuffering, plenteous in Goodness

and Truth.

Turn thee unto me, and have Mercy upon me; for I am defolate and in mifery.

If thou, Lord, boulaft be extreme to mark what is done amifs; O Lord, who may abide it?

O remember not the Sins and Offences of my Youth: but according to thy Mercy think thou upon me, for thy Goodness.

Look upun my Adversity and Mifery, and forgive me all my Sins.

Hide not thy Face from thy Servant, for I am in Trouble: O hafte thee and hear me.

Out

Out of the Deep do I call unto thee: Lord, hear my Voice.

Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my Soul: O fave me for thy Mercy's fake..

0 go not far from me; for Trouble is hard at band, and there is none to help.

I stretch forth my Hands unto thee: gafpeth unto thee as a thirsty Land.

my Soul

Draw nigh unto my Soul, and fave it: O deliver me, becaufe of mine Enemies.

For my

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Soul is full of Trouble, and my Life draw

eth nigh unto Hell.

Save me from the Lion's Mouth: hear me from among the Horns of the Unicorns.

O fet me upon the Rock that is higher than 1: for thou art my Hope, and a frong Tower for me against the Enemy.

Why art thou fo heavy, O my Soul? and why art thou fo difquieted within me?

Put thy Trust in God; for I will yet give him Thanks for the Light of his Countenance.

The Lord fhall make good his loving Kindness towards me; yea, thy Mercy,O Lord,endureth for ever t defpife thou not the Work of thine own Hands.

GOD, thou art my God; early will I feek thee.

My Soul thirfteth for thee: my Flefb alfo longeth after thee, in a barren and dry Land, where no Water is.

Like as the Hart defireth the Water-brook, fo longeth my Soul after thee, O God.

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