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Offences rise where'er I look ;

But I confess their guilt to Thee: Blot my transgressions from thy book, Cleanse me from mine iniquity. Whither from vengeance can I run?

Just are thy judgments, Lord, and right: For all the evil I have done,

I did it only in thy sight.

Shapen in frailty, born in sin,

From error how shall I depart? Lo, thou requirest truth within;

Lord! write thy truth upon my heart. Me through the blood of sprinkling make Pure from defilement, white as snow; Heal me for my Redeemer's sake; Then joy and gladness I shall know. A perfect heart in me create,

Renew my soul in innocence;
Cast not the suppliant from thy gate,
Nor take thine Holy Spirit hence.
Thy consolations, as of old,

Now to my troubled mind restore;
By thy free Spirit's might uphold
And guide my steps, to fall no more.
Then sinners will I teach thy ways,
And rebels to thy sceptre bring;
-Open my lips, O God! in praise,

So shall my mouth thy goodness sing.
Not streaming blood, nor purging fire,
Thy righteous anger can appease;
Burnt-offerings thou dost not require,
Or gladly I would render these.
The broken heart in sacrifice,

Alone may thine acceptance meet;
My heart, O God! do not despise,
Broken and contrite, at thy feet.

PSALM LXIII.

O GOD! Thou art my God alone,
Early to Thee my soul shall cry;
A pilgrim in a land unknown,

A thirsty land whose springs are dry.
Oh that it were as it hath been,
When, praying in the holy place,
Thy power and glory I have seen,

And mark'd the footsteps of thy grace!

Yet, through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on Thee, my God!
Thine hand unseen upholds my ways,
I safely tread where Thou hast trod.
Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light,
Thy guardian wings are round my head.

Better than life itself thy love,

Dearer than all beside to me;

For whom have I in heaven above,

Or what on earth compared with Thee? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all thy mercy I will give;

My soul shall still in God rejoice,

My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.

PSALM LXIX.

GOD! be merciful to me,
For my spirit trusts in Thee,
And to Thee, her refuge, springs:
Be the shadow of thy wings

VOL. II.

Round the trembling sinner cast,
Till the storm is overpast.

From the water-floods that roll
Deep and deeper round my soul,
Me, thine arm almighty take,
For thy loving-kindness' sake:
If thy truth from me depart,
Thy rebuke would break my heart.

Foes increase, they close me round,
Friend nor comforter is found;
Sore temptations now assail,

Hope, and strength, and courage fail;
Turn not from thy servant's grief,
Hasten, Lord! to my relief.

Poor and sorrowful am I ;

Set me, O my God! on high:

Wonders Thou for me hast wrought;

Nigh to death my soul is brought;
Save me, Lord! in mercy save,

Lest I sink below the grave.

PSALM LXX.

HASTEN, Lord, to my release,
Haste to help me, O my God!

Foes, like armed bands, increase;
Turn them back the way they trod.

Dark temptations round me press,
Evil thoughts my soul assail;
Doubts and fears, in my distress,
Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.

Those that seek Thee shall rejoice;
I am bow'd with misery;

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Yet I make thy law my choice;
Turn, my God! and look on me.
Thou mine only Helper art,

My Redeemer from the grave;
Strength of my desiring heart,
Do not tarry, haste to save!

PSALM LXXI.

LORD! I have put my trust in Thee,
Turn not my confidence to shame;
Thy promise is a rock to me,

A tower of refuge is thy name.

Thou hast upheld me from the womb;

Thou wert my strength and hope in youth;
Now, trembling, bending o'er the tomb,
I lean upon thine arm of truth.

Though I have long outlived my peers,
And stand amid the world alone,
(A stranger, left by former years,)
I know my God,-by Him am known.

Cast me not off in mine old age,
Forsake me not in my last hour;
The foe hath not foregone his rage,
The lion ravens to devour.

Not far, my God, not far remove :

Sin and the world still spread their snares; Stand by me now, or they will prove

Too crafty yet for my gray hairs.

Me, through what troubles hast Thou brought!
Me, with what consolations crown'd!
Now be thy last deliverance wrought;
My soul in peace with Thee be found!

PSALM LXXII.

HAIL to the Lord's anointed!
Great David's greater Son:
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To let the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

He comes, with succour speedy,
To those who suffer wrong;

To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying,
Were precious in his sight.

By such shall He be feared,
While sun and moon endure,
Beloved, obey'd, revered;

For He shall judge the poor, Through changing generations, With justice, mercy, truth, While stars maintain their stations, Or moons renew their youth.

He shall come down, like showers
Upon the fruitful earth,

And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in his path to birth;
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace the herald go;
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.
Arabia's desert-ranger,

To Him shall bow the knee;

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