THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XXXII

Thrice bless'd the Man, whom God forgives; Whose Sin is cover'd with a Smile: To whom the Lord imputes no Guilt; Whose Heart is truly purg'd from Guile. While silent I conceal'd my Crime, Thro' Anguish of my troubled Breast, My Bones grew dry, and waxed old; I roar'd all Day, and found no Rest. Thy Hand did heavy on me fall, And Day and Night it's Strokes repeat; My vital Moisture dried up, As Ground is parch'd with Summer's Heat. I then resolv'd no more to hide, But own, my Sin, before the Lord; Whose pard'ning Mercy soon stept in, And Comfort to my Soul restor'd. For this each godly Man will pray, In Times wherein thou may'st be found; In mighty Waters raging Floods, His stedfast Hopes shall ne'er be drown'd. Thou art my only hiding Place, Where I from Trouble, safe abide; With Songs of thy Deliv'rance, thou Shalt compass me on ev'ry Side.