6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.

7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.

Psalm 51:5. 14-17.  Second Part.  C. M.
Repentance and faith in the blood of Christ.

1 O God of mercy! hear my call,
My loads of guilt remove;
Break down this separating wall
That bars me from thy love.

2 Give me the presence of thy grace,
Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain,
For sin could e’er atone;
The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul opprest with sin’s desert,
My God will ne’er despise;
A humble groan, a broken heart
Is our best sacrifice.

Psalm 53. 4-6. 
Victory and deliverance from persecution.

1 Are all the foes of Sion fools,
Who thus devour her saints? 
Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be seiz’d with sad surprise;
For God’s revenging arm
Scatters the bones of them that rise
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of Satan boast
Of armies in array: 
When God has first despis’d their host,
They fall an easy prey.

4 O for a word from Sion’s King
Her captives to restore! 
Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,
And Judah weep no more.

Psalm 55:1. 1-8 16-18 22.  C. M.
Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.

1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levell’d at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death,

4 O were I like a feather’d dove,
And innocence had wings,
I’d fly, and make a long remove,
From all these restless things.

5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To ’scape the rage of hell! 
The mighty God on whom I call
Can save me here as well.

Pause.

7 By morning light I’ll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.

9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word
That saints shall never fall.