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“ But I will bring your crimes to light,
“ With anguish in your soul.”
Before his wrath appear ;
Hypocrisy warned. | TH
HE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns:
Let hypocrites attend and fear,
But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name
With lips of falsehood and deceit;
And sooth and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong,
Yet dare to seek their Maker's face;
But break his laws, abuse his grace.
Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood :
They grow secure, and sin the more :
And put far off the dreadful hour. 6 Oh dreadful hour! when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes :
PSALM 50. Fourth Part. P. M.
The last judgment. 1 THE THE God of glory sends his summons
forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north : From east to west the sov’reign orders spread, Thro’ distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds ; hell trembles ; heav'n rejoices ;
[voices. Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay ; His vengeance sleeps no more : behold the day !
[nigh; Behold the Judge descends ! his guards are Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him:
While sinnerstremble, saintsrejoice before him, 3 Sinners awake betimes; ye fools, be wise ;
Awake before this dreadful morning rise : Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend,
[friend : Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Then join, ye saints ; wake ev'ry cheerful passion,
[vation. When Christ returns, he comes for your salPSALM 51, First Part. L. M.
A penitent pleading for pardon.
Let a repenting rebel live;
May not a sinner trust in thee?
The pow'r and glory of thy grace :
30! wash my soul from ev'ry sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean :
And past offences pain mine eyes.
Against thy law, against thy grace :
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hov’ring round thy word,
Original and actual sins confessed.
And born unholy and unelean :
Corrups his race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death :
But we're defil'd in ev'ry part.
And form my spirit pure and true;
My danger and my remedy.
My only refuge is thy grace :
The leprosy lies deep within.
Nor hyssop branchnor sprinkling priest :
6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone :
No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease :
PSALM 51. Third Part. L. M.
Répentance and faith in the blood of Christ. 10 THOU, that hear’st when sinners
cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Avert from them thy angry look,
And blot their mem’ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form
soul averse to sin ; Let thy good spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight :
And guard me, that I fall no more.
His help and comfort still afford :
Is all the sacrifice I bring :
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just :
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways:
Sinners shall learn thy sov’reign grace ;
, And they shall praise a pard’ning God. 8 O! may thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song:
PSALM 52. First Part. L. M.
The destruction of tyrants and persecutors. 1 WHY
CHY should the haughty tyrant boast,
His vengeful arm, his warlike host? While blood defiles his cruel hand,
And desolation wastes the land. 2 He joys to hear the captive's cry,
The widow's groan, the orphan's sigh ; And when the weary sword would spare,
His falsehood spreads the fatal snare. 3 He triumphs in the deeds of wrong,
And arms with rage his impious tongue; With pride proclaims his dreadful pow'r,
And bids the trembling world adore. 4 But God is good, and with a frown,
Casts to the dust his honours down :
And hail the proud oppressor's fall. 5 How low the persecutor lies,
Who dar'd th eternal pow'r despise ;
The church and nation to destroy. 6 We praise the Lord, who heard our cries,
And sent salvation from the skies :