Pause the second.

11 “Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please “A God, a spirit with such toys as these!  “While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, “Thou lov’st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong!” Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices:  Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

12 “In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, “Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; “While the false flatterer at my altar waits, “His harden’d soul divine instruction hates.”  God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.

13 “Silent I waited with long suffering love; “But didst thou hope that I should ne’er reprove?  “And cherish such an impious thought within, “That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?” See, God appears; all nature joins t’ adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.

14 “Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, “And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; “Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear “Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near:”  Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices..

EPIPHONEMA.

15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise:  Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend:  Then join the saints:  wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.

Psalm 51:1.  First Part.  L. M.
A penitent pleading for pardon.

1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live: 
Are not thy mercies large and free? 
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.

3 O wash my Soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace:  Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn’d, but thou art clear.

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.

Psalms 51:2.  Second Part.  L. M.
Original and actual sin confessed.

1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv’d in sin;
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant-breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we’re defil’d in every part.