"But I will bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 8 Consider, ye, that slight the Lord, If once you fall beneath his sword, PSALM 50. Third Part. L. M. HE Lord, the Judge, his churches warns : TH Who place their hope in rights and forms; But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name 6. Oh dreadful hour! when God draws near, 1 PSALM 50. Fourth Part. P. M. THE The last judgment. HE 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 sinners tremble, saints rejoice 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 sal 1 PSALM 51. First Part. L. M. A penitent pleading for pardon. SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Are not thy mercies large and free? 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 3 O! wash my soul from ev'ry sin, PSALM 51. Second Part. L. M. I LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, 2. Soon as we draw our infant breath, 4 Behold! I fall before thy face; No outward forms can make me clean.: 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast; 6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath pow'r sufficient to atone : Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease : Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. PSALM 51. Third Part. L. M. Repentance 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 my 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: Thy holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me, that I fall no more. 4 Tho' I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford: And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. -5 A broken heart, my God, my King, The God of grace will ne'er despise 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways: Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 8 O! may thy love inspire my tongue; Salvation shall be all my song: 1 And all my pow'rs shall join to bless W The destruction of tyrants and persecutors. 2 He joys to hear the captive's cry, Who dar'd th' eternal pow'r despise ; 6 We praise the Lord, who heard our cries, |