5 And while his judgments long delay,
They grow secure and sin the more;
They think he sleeps as well as they,
And put far off the dreadful hour.

6 Oh dreadful hour! when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes!
His wrath their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliverer dare to rise.

PSALM 50. FIFTH PART. P. M.

THE

HE God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north;

From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds, hell trembles, heaven rejoices;

Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful

voices.

2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day; Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh;

Tempest and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore

him ;

While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

3 "Heaven, earth, and hell draw near; let all things come

To hear my justice and the sinner's doom; But gather first my saints, (the judge commands,)

Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands."

When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;

And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.

4" Behold my covenant stands for ever good, Sealed by th' eternal sacrifice in blood,

And signed with all their names, the Greek, the Jew,

That paid the ancient worship or the new." There's no distinction here; join all your voices,

And raise your heads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices.

5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye angels, spread their thrones,

And near me seat my favorites and my sons; Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared

Ere time began, 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion;

And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation.

6 "Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend,

Fly to the Saviour; make the Judge your friend."

Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion:

When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.

PSALM 51. FIRST PART. L. M.

SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.
3 Oh wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.
5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,

Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

PSALM 51. SECOND PART. L. M.

LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin,

And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
The law demands a perfect heart;
But we're defiled in every part.

3 Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true;
Oh make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.

4 Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace;

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop-branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea
Can wash the dismal stain away.

6 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.
7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice
And make my broken heart rejoice.

PSALM 51. THIRD PART. L. M.

THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory 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; Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me, that I fall no more.

4 Though I have grieved thy spirit, Lord,
Thy 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,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;

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

6 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.
7 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 a pardoning God.
8 O 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.

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PSALM 51. FOURTH PART. C. M.

ORD, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;

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

2 Hadst thou condemned my soul to hell,
And crushed me to the dust,

Heaven had approved thy vengeance well,
And earth had owned it just.

3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;

All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.