LI.
inscript.
Thus David, after hee went in
To Bathsheba, convinc'd of sin
By Nathan propheet of the Lord,
His guilt and greef leaves on record.
1
As great in love, as kinde thow art,
O God, on me compassion take;
Thy mercies, not mine owne desert,
A ground for my requeest I make:
As these exceed, my faults not few
2
Blot out. Lord, throughlie purge thow me
From my iniquitie; made new
And cleane, me from my sin sett free.
3
O cleanse me, for my guiltines
I do acknowledge to be great.
My sin, (my secret wickednes,)
Before my face is ayre and late.
4
'Gainst Thee, Thee onlie have I sin'd;
I guiltie in thy sight appeare,
That men for ever Thee may fynd
In speaking just, in judgeing cleare.
5
Lo, in iniquitie forth broght,
My mother me conceav'd in sin.
6
Lo, inward truth Thow lovst, and taught
Me wisdome of the hart within.
7
Purge, purge with hysope my offence,
That cleane and pure I may appeare.
O wash me, that for ever hence
The snow my whytnes come no neare.
8
Joy make me heare and gladnes, so
The bones Thow bruisd refresh'd shall be.
9
Hide from my faults thy face; let no
Spot vnpurg'd out remaine in me.
10
A cleane hart let created be
In me, renew'd a spirit right.
11
Cast me not off; nor quench in me,
O God, thy holie spirit's light.
12
Thy saveing joy to me restore.
With thy free spirit me sustaine.
13
I'le teach thy wayes, that such before
As went astray may turne againe.
14
From guilt of blood, O God, (the God
Of my salvation,) set me free.
To spread thy righteousnes abroade,
Thus sett on work my tonge shall be.
15
Lord, open thow my lips, so shall
My mouth aloud thy praises sound.
16
For sacrifice if thow didst call,
Mine on thine altar had been found.
No offrings which the flams prepare
17
Thow carst for. Spirits bruisd that be
Of God the sacrifices are;
No broken hart's despis'd by thee.
No hart contrite dost Thow contemne,
18
O God. To Sion, of thy love,
Shew favour. Thy Jerusalem
Raise, of her walls the builder prove.
19
Offrings of Righteousnes receave,
Brunt offrings, shalt Thow then, O God;
Then whole brunt offrings shall they leave,
And with fat calves thine altars load.
