5 His lightning rends the firmeft rock,
And pierces deep the folid ground;
The hinds affrighted feel the fhock,
And fhudder at the awful found.
The Lord fits fovereign on the flood,
The Thunderer reigns for ever king;
But makes his church his bleft abode,
Where we his praife fecurely fing.
7 In gentler language, here the Lord
The counfels of his grace imparts;
Amidst the raging ftorm, his word
Speaks peace and comfort to our hearts.
WATTS and TATE, united and varied.
How did my foul rejoice!
And fondly hop'd no future harm
Would interrupt my joys.
2 Lord, 'twas thy favour fix'd my reft;
Thy fhining face withdrew,
Then troubles fill'd my anxious breaft,
And pain'd my foul anew.
3 Again to thee, O gracious God,
i rais'd my mournful eyes;
To thee I fpread my woes abroad,
With fupplicating cries.
4 What glory can my death afford,
In the dark grave confin'd?
Shall fenfelefs duft adore the Lord,
Or call thy truth to mind?
Hear, O my God, in mercy hear,
Attend my plaintive cry ;.
Be thou, my gracious helper, near,
And bid my forrows fly.
6 Again I hear the voice divine;
New joys exulting bound;
My robes of mourning I refign,
And gladness girds me round.
7 Then let my utmost glory be
To raife 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.
Pfalm XXX. Long Metre. [*]
Recovery from Sickness.
IRM was my health, my day was bright, And I prefum'd 'twould ne'er be night; Fondly I faid within my heart,
"Pleasure and peace fhall ne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong, Which made my mountain ftand so 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 guilt.
5 My fad complaints in praises end,
And tears of gratitude defcend,
Í throw my fackcloth on the ground,
And ease and gladness gird me round.
6 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Thy power and goodnefs fhall proclaim;
Thy praife fhall found thro' earth and heav'n,
For fickness heal'd, and fins forgiven.
ye faints, your voices raife
To God in grateful fongs;
And let the memory of his grace
Infpire your hearts and tongues.
His frown what mortal can sustain ?
But foon his anger dies;
His life-reftoring fmile again
Returns, and forrow flies.
3 Her deepest gloom, when forrow spreads,
And light and hope depart,
His face celeftial morning fheds,
And joy revives the heart.
4 To thee, my God, opprefs'd with grief,
I breath'd my humble cry;
Thy mercy brought divine relief,
And wip'd my weeping eye.
5 Thy mercy chas'd the fhades of death,
And fnatch'd me from the grave;
O may thy praife employ that breath
Which mercy deigns to fave.
Plalm XXXI. Long Metre. [or b]
name, I place my hope, my only trust; Save me from forrow, guilt and fhame, Thou ever gracious, ever just. 2 Thou art my Rock, 'thy name alone The fortrefs where my hopes retreat ; O make thy power and mercy known, To fafety guide my wandering feet. To thy kind hand, all gracious Lord, My foul I cheerfully refign;
My faviour God, I truft thy word,
For truth, immortal truth, is thine.
4 I hate their works, I hate their ways,
Who follow vanity and lies;
But to the Lord my hopes I raife,
And trust his power, who built the skies.
5 What perfect blifs, O bounteous Lord,
Immenfely great, divinely free,
Haft thou referv'd for their reward, Who fear thy name, and truft in thee! 6 Bleft be the Lord, forever bleft,
Whofe mercy bids my fear remove;
The facred walls which guard my reft,
Are his almighty power and love.
Ye humble fouls, who feek his face,
Let facred courage fill your heart!
Hope in the Lord, and truft his grace,
And he will heavenly ftrength impart.
Pfalm XXXII. Long Metre.
The Marks of true Repentance.
E's bleft whose fins have pardon gain'd,
H No more in judgment to appear;
Whofe guilt remiffion has obtain❜d,
And whofe repentance is fincere.
2 From guile his heart and lips are free,"
His humble joy, his holy fear
With deep repentance well agree,
And join to prove his faith fincere.
3 Whilft I kept filence and conceal'd
My load of guilt within my heart,
What torment did my confcience feel!
What agony of inward smart!
4 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd,
By day and night alike diftrefs'd;
Till quite of vital moisture drain'd,
Like land with fummer drought opprefs'd.
No fooner I my wound difclos'd,
The guilt that tortur'd me within;
But thy forgiveness interpos'd,
And mercy's healing balm pour'd in. 6 For this display of fovereign grace, In my diftrefs fo freely given,
Each humble foul will feek thy face,
And find his way to peace and heaven.
TATE and WATTS, united and varied.
Plaim XXXII. Short Metre.
BLESSED fouls are they, Whose fins are cover'd o'er, Divinely bleft, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more!
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