Psa. 32.
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A Psalm of David Maschil. It shewes the free forgivenes
of sinn by grace, Rom, 4. 6. The danger of hidinge,
the benifit of confessing our sinns, and the powre of timely
prayer; It exhorts also, that we do not brutishly abuse the
grace of God &c, It should be sung, to remember vs
of Gods mercies, & of these duties, &c.
[1]
A blest estate, that man is in
Whose crimes the Lord forgives, & hides:
Ev'n he, to whome God laies no sinn,
And in whose hart no fraud abides.
Till I, my faults, did open lay,
My bones with paine were tired out:
Thy hand opprest me night and day,
And, I became like Summers drought.
2
My Trespas, I reveald therfore:
I shewd my secret faults to thee;
And vowd to hide my sinns no more:
So, thou, their guilt forgavest me.
For this: the Iust, on thee shall call,
At seasons when thou maist be found:
And he shall have no harme at all,
Though mighty Flouds enclose him round.
3
Thou art, oh Lord, my hiding-place,
Wherein (when peril greatest growes)
From dangers, thou shalt me release,
And, me with songs of health enclose.
Thus, thou dost also seem to say:
I will instruct thee with mine eye,
And, so inform thee in the way;
That thou shalt never walk awrie.
4
Then, be not like the Horse or Mule,
That void of vnderstanding be;
Which thou with Bitt, & Raines, must rule,
Lest, els, they fling, or fall on thee.
The Sinners plagues grow more & more;
But, they finde grace, who trust in God.
Let just, & righteous men therfore,
With Shouts, proclaime theyr joye, abrode.
