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. Psalm 51:4. 3-13. First Part. C. M. Original and actual sin confessed and pardoned. 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 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust, Heaven would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just. 3 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew Contagion with my breath; And, as my days advanc'd, I grew A juster prey for death. 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love; O, make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. 6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart, Nor drive me from thy face; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. Psalm 51:5. 14-17. Second Part. C. M. Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ. 1 O God of mercy! hear my call, My loads 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 heifers slain, For sin could e'er atone; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart Is our best sacrifice. Psalm 53. 4-6. Victory and deliverance from persecution. 1 Are all the foes of Sion fools, Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints? 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise; For God's revenging arm Scatters the bones of them that rise To do his children harm. 3 In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array: When God has first despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey. 4 O for a word from Sion's King Her captives to restore! Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, And Judah weep no more. Psalm 55:1. 1-8 16-18 22. C. M. Support for the afflicted and tempted soul. 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is levell'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death, 4 O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove, From all these restless things.