'Tis not of offerings I complain, Which, daily in my temple slain, My sacred altar did supply.

2 The sacrifices I require

Are hearts which love and zeal inspire,
And vows with strictest care made good:
In time of trouble call on me,

And I will set thee safe and free,

And thou shalt praise thy gracious God.
3 Consider this, ye thoughtless men!
My vengeance shall not fall in vain,
And none will dare your cause to own:
Who praises me due honour gives;
And to the man that justly lives
My strong salvation shall be shown.

SELECTION 44. S. M.

From the li. Psalm of David.

HANs thou Wert ever kind;
AVE mercy, Lord, on me,

Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.

2 Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt has been.

3 Against thee, Lord, alone,

And only in thy sight,

Have I transgress'd; and, though condemn'd, Must own thy judgment right.

4 In guilt each part was form'd

Of all this sinful frame;

In guilt I was conceived, and born
The heir of sin and shame.

5 Yet, Lord, thy searching eye

Does inward truth require; And secretly with wisdom's laws My soul thou wilt inspire.

6 With hyssop purge me, Lord,
And so I clean shall be:

I shall with snow in whiteness vie
When purified by thee.

7 Make me to hear with joy

Thy kind forgiving voice;

That so the bones which thou hast broke
May with fresh strength rejoice.

8 Blot out my crying sins,
Nor me in anger view:
Create in me a heart that's clean,
An upright mind renew.

9 Withdraw not thou thy help,
Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
His everlasting flight.

10 The joy thy favour gives
Let me, O Lord, regain;
And thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.

11 So I thy righteous ways
To sinners will impart;
Whilst my advice shall wicked men
To thy just laws convert.

12 Could sacrifice atone,

Whole flocks and herds should die;
But on such offerings thou disdain'st
To cast a gracious eye.

13 A broken spirit is

By God most highly prized;
By him a broken, contrite heart
Shall never be despised.

14 Let Sion favour find,

Of thy good will assured;
And thy own city flourish long,
By lofty walls secured.

15 The just shall then attend,
And pleasing tribute pay;
And sacrifice of choicest kind
Upon thine altar lay.

SELECTION 45. C. M.

From the lv. Psalm of David.

G And listen when I pray;

VIVE ear, thou Judge of all the earth,

Nor from thy humble suppliant turn
Thy glorious face away.

2 My heart is pain'd: the shades of death Their terrors round me spread;

While fearful tremblings seize my breast, Horrors o'erwhelm my head.

3 And thus I breathe my heavy sigh To him who hears above:

"O that my soul on wings could fly, And emulate the dove!

4 "Swift I'd escape, and flee afar,
Some secret place to find,

Hide from the world's distracting care,
And rest my weary mind:
5"I'd wing my everlasting flight,
Bidding the world farewell,

From sin and strife, to realms of light,
Where peace and quiet dwell.”
6 Thus will I call on God, who still
Shall in my aid appear;

At morn, at noon, at night I'll pray,
And he my voice shall hear.

SELECTION 46. C. M.

From the lvi. Psalm of David.

LORD, though at times surprised by fear,
On danger's first alarm,

Yet still for succour I depend
On thy almighty arm.

2 God's faithful promise I shall praise,
On which I now rely;

In God I trust, and, trusting him,
The arm of flesh defy.

3 I'll trust God's word, and so despise
The force that man can raise ;
To thee, O God, my vows are due,
To thee I'll render praise.

4 Thou hast retrieved my soul from death, And thou wilt still secure

The life thou hast so oft preserved,
And make my footsteps sure:

5 That thus, protected by thy power,
I may this light enjoy;
And in the service of my God
My lengthen'd days employ.

SELECTION 47. L. M.

From the lvii. Psalm of David.

GOD, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent,

Its thankful tribute to present; And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To thee, my God, in songs of praise. 2 Awake, my glory; harp and lute, No longer let your strings be mute: And I, my tuneful part to take, Will with the early dawn awake. 3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To all the listening nations round: Thy mercy highest heaven transcends, Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 4 Be thou, O God, exalted high; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till thou art here, as there, obey'd.

SELECTION 48. L. M.

From the lxii. Psalm of David.

MY soul, for help on God rely,

On him alone thy trust repose; My rock and health will strength supply, To bear the shock of all my foes. 2 God does his saving health dispense, And flowing blessings daily send; He is my fortress and defence, On him my soul shall still depend.

3 In him, ye people, always trust;

Before his throne pour out your hearts:
For God, the merciful and just,
His timely aid to us imparts.

4 The Lord has oft his will express'd,
And I this truth have fully known;
To be of boundless power possess'd,
Belongs of right to God alone.

5 Though mercy is his darling grace,
In which he chiefly takes delight;
Yet will he all the human race
According to their works requite.

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SELECTION 49. II. 2.

From the lxiii. Psalm of David.

GOD, my gracious God, to thee
My morning prayers shall offered be,
For thee my thirsty soul does pant;
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
As in a dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want.
2 0, to my longing eyes once more,
That view of glorious power restore,
Which thy majestic house displays:
Because to me thy wondrous love
Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
3 My life, while I that life enjoy,
In blessing God I will employ,

With lifted hands adore his Name:
As with its choicest food supplied,
My soul shall be full satisfied,

While I with joy his praise proclaim. 4 When down I lie, sweet sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my mind,

And when I wake in dead of night;
Because thou still dost succour bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.

SELECTION 50.

From the lxv. Psalm of David.

PART I. L. M.

FOR then waits, thy chosen seat;

OR thee, O God, our constant praise

Our promised altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete. 2 Thou, who to every humble prayer Dost always bend thy listening ear, To thee shall all mankind repair, And at thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop thy flowing mercy try; Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain, And washest out the crimson dye.