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51 Psalm

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Look mercyfully down O Lord
& wash us from our sinn
2 Cleanse us from wicked deeds without
from wicked thoughts within
3 Lord I Confess my many sinns
that I against thee doe
Each minute they're before my face
& wound my soul anew
4 So Great my god my ills have been
Gainst thee & onely thee
Thy Justice tho' I were Condemnd
would good & righteous bee
5 For att my birth I wickedness
Did with my breath suck in

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6 But thou shalt teach me in thy ways
& keep me pure from sinn
7 Thoult me with hyssopp purge who am
all over soil's & stain's
Thou with thy sanctifiyng grace
shalt wash & make me clean
8 Thoult bless my days with peace no sound
But Joy shall reach mine ear
That where thy Justice wounded Lord
There Gladness may appear
9 Blott from thy thoughts past faults & from
The present turn thy face
10 O make my spirit right & good
Confirm my heart with grace
11 thy Presence & thy mercy lett
Me ever Ld possess
12 Me with the comfort of thy help
& with thy love still bless
13 Then shall the wicked know thy pow'r
& turn ym from theyr wayes
14 Deliver me from blood my god
& I will sing thy praise.
15 Unseal my lips & to ye Bad
I will thy mercy shew
16 For since thou lovest not sacrifice
Tis all that I can doo
17 A heart that is with sorrow pierct
My God thou wilt receive
this is ye sweetest offering
that we to thee can give
18 On Sion Graciously look down
Preserve us still we pray
19 & hearts upon thine altars Lord
Instead of beasts we'el Lay.