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4 Jesus, my God! thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone;

Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
aff 5 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 heart rejoice.

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PSALM 51, Third Part, L. M.

The Backslider's Supplication.

THOU, that hearest when sinners cry!
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But 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 banished from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God! restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.

aff 4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord!
His help and comfort still afford;

And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

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Returning to God.

BROKEN heart, my God! my King!、
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,

And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
3 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise the pard'ning God.

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4 Oh! may thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength, and righteousness.

aff 1 LORD! I would spread my sore distress, And guilt, before thine eyes;

Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!

2 Cleanse me, O Lord! and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;

Oh! make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.

3 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart.
And fill it with thy grace.

4 Then will I make thy mercy known,
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.

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PSALM 51, Second Part, C. M.
Repentance and Faith in Christ.

GOD of mercy! hear my call,
My load of guilt remove;

Break down this separating wall,
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace;
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,
For sin could e'er atone:

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul, oppressed with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise;
An humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

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The acceptable Sacrifice.

1 NO offering God requires,

Nor victims please his eye;

Else should his altars blaze with fires,
And flocks and herds should die.

3 The humble, contrite breast,
The spirit's broken sighs,

Are gifts on which his love can rest,
Nor will the Lord despise.

3 Thy mercies from above,

To Zion, Lord! extend;

Built by thy power, and watched by love,
Now let her walls ascend.

4 Well-pleased, thou then shalt see
Her prayers and praise arise;
Presented at the throne to thee,
Through Christ, our sacrifice.

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PSALM 52, C. M.

The Righteous and the Wicked.

WHY should

HY should the mighty make their boast,
And heavenly grace despise?

In their own arm they put their trust,
And fill their mouth with lies.

2 Our God in vengeance shall destroy,
And drive them from his face;

No more shall they his church annoy,
Nor find on earth a place.

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Dressed in immortal green,

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Thy children, blooming in thy love,
Amid thy courts are seen.

4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord!
Thy saints shall rest secure,
And all, who trust thy holy word,
Shall find salvation sure.

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PSALM 53, C. M.
The foes of Zion.

ARE all the foes of Zion fools,

Who thus devour her saints?

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Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints?

2 In vain the sons of Satan boast

Of armies in array;

When God has first despised their host,
They fall an easy prey.

3 Oh! for a word from Zion's King,
Her captives to restore:

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Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,
And Judah weep no more.

PSALM 54, S. P. M.

Prayer for Deliverance from Enemies.
Y God! preserve my soul;

MY

Oh! make my spirit whole;

To save me, let thy strength appear;
Strangers my path surround;
Their pride and rage confound;

And bring thy great salvation near.

2 Those, who against me rise,

Are aliens from the skies;

They hate thy church and kingdom, Lord! They mock thy fearful name;

They glory in their shame;

Nor heed the wonders of thy word.

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My chosen friends are thine;

The men that still my soul sustain ;
Wilt thou my foes subdue,

Create their hearts anew,

And snatch them from eternal pain ?

4 Escaped from every woe,

Oh! grant me, here below,

To praise thy name with those I love;

And when, beyond the skies,

Our souls unbodied rise,

Unite us in the realms above.

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God, our Refuge.

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Behold my flowing tears;

For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

dol 2 Oh! were I like a feathered dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove,
From all these restless things.

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3 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

4 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry;

The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

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Ten thousand angels must appear
If he commands their aid.

6 I cast my burdens on the Lord,-
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,-
That saints shall never fall.

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Daily Devotion.

ET sinners take their course,
And choose the road to death:
But, in the worship of my God,
I'll spend my daily breath.

2 My thoughts address his throne,
When morning brings the light,

I seek his blessing every noon,
And pay my vows at night.

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O my eternal God!

While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath thine angry rod.

4 Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,

They neither fear, nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.