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5 His lightning rends the firmeft rocks
And pierces deep the folid ground;
And shudder at the awiul found.
The Thunderer reigns for ever king ;
W:rts and Tase, united and varied.
How did my soul rejoice!
Would interrupt my joys.
Thy thining face withdrew,
And pain’d my soul anew.
I rais'd my mournful eyes ;
With supplicating cries.
In the dark graye confin'd?
Or call thy truth to mind?
Attend my plaintive cry i
Be thou, my gracious helper, near,
And bid my sorrows fly.
New joys exulting bound ;
And gladness girds me round. 7 Then let my utmost glory be
To raise thy honours high, Nor let my gratitude to thee
In guilty filence die. 8 To thee, my gracious God, I raise
My thankful heart and tongue ; O be thy goodness and thy praise
My everlasting fong.
Long Metre. [X]. Recovery from Sickness. TIRM was my health, my day was bright,
And I presum'd 'twould ne'er be night ; Fondly I faid within my heart, “ Pleasure and peace fall ne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine arm was ftrong, Which made my mountain stand fo long; Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comfort dy'd. 3 Corrected by a Father's rod,
I cry'd aloud to thee, my God; “ If laid in duft, can I declare « Thy truth, or fing thy goodness there? 4 “ Hear me, O God of grace," I faid, " And bring me from among the dead;" Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt, Thy pardoning love remov'd my guilta.
5 My fad complaints in praises end,
And tears of gratitude descend ;
And ease and gladness gird ne round.
Psalm XXXI. Common Metre. [*]
Relief from Distress.
Inspire your hearts and tongues.
But soon his anger dies;
Returns, and sorrow flies.
And light and hope depart,
And joy revives the heart.
I breath'd my humble cry ;
And wip'd my weeping eye.
And fnatch'd me from the grave ;
Psalm XXXI. Leng Metre. [* or b]
Confidence in God.
I place my hope, my only trust ;
Thou ever gracious, ever júft.
The fortress where my hopes retreat ;
To safety guide my wandering feet. 3
To thy kind hand, all gracious Lord,
For truth, immortal truth, is thine.
Who follow vanity and lies ;
And trust liis power, who built the skies. $ What perfect bliss, bounteous Lord,
Immeniely great, divinely free,
Who fear thy name, and trust in thee! 6 Bleft be the loril, forever blest,
Whole mercy bids my fear remove ;
Are his almighty power and love.
Let sacred courage fill your heart !
Mrs. STEELT: E
pfalm xXXII. Long Metre.
The Murks of true Repentance.
No more in judgment to appear ;
Ard whose repentance is fincere.
His humble joy, his holy fear
And join to prove his faith sincere, 3 Whilft I kept silence and conceal'd
My load of guilt within my heart,
What agony of inward (mart !
By day and night alike distrets d',
Like land with summer drought oppressid. 5 No sooner I my wound disclos'd,
The guilt that tortur’d me within ;
And mercy's healing balın pour'd in, 6 For this display of sovereign grace,
In my diftrefs fo freely given,
Tate and Watts, united and varied,
Confession and Pardon,
Whose ling are cover'i o'er,
imputes their guilt no more!