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; Now to my troubled mind restore; So shall my mouth thy goodness sing. Alone may thine acceptance meet; PSALM LXIII. O GOD! Thou art my God alone, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. And mark'd the footsteps of thy grace! Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, 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, VOL. II. Round the trembling sinner cast, From the water-floods that roll Foes increase, they close me round, Hope, and strength, and courage fail; 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; Lest I sink below the grave. PSALM LXX. HASTEN, Lord, to my release, Foes, like armed bands, increase; Dark temptations round me press, Those that seek Thee shall rejoice; 7 Yet I make thy law my choice; My Redeemer from the grave; PSALM LXXI. LORD! I have put my trust in Thee, A tower of refuge is thy name. Thou hast upheld me from the womb; Thou wert my strength and hope in youth; Though I have long outlived my peers, Cast me not off in mine old age, 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! PSALM LXXII. HAIL to the Lord's anointed! His reign on earth begun! He comes, with succour speedy, To help the poor and needy, By such shall He be feared, 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 And love, joy, hope, like flowers, To Him shall bow the knee; |