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PSALM 30. Second Part. L.M.
Sickness healed. (cont.)

8	My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praises now; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round.
9	My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name: Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heav'n, For sickness heal'd and sins forgiv'n.

PSALM 31. First Part. C.M.
Deliverance from death.

1	INTO thy hand, O God of truth,    My spirit I commit; Thou hast redeem 'd my soul from death,    And sav'd me from the pit.
2	The passions of my hope and fear    Maintain'd a doubtful strife; While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd    To take away my life.
3	"My times are in thy hand," I cry'd,    "Tho' I draw near the dust:" Thou art the refuge where I hide,    The God in whom I trust.
4	O make thy reconciled face    Upon thy servant shine, And save me for thy mercy's sake!    For I'm entirely thine.
5	'Twas in my haste my spirit said,    "I must despair and die; "I am cut off before thine eyes;"    But thou hast heard my cry.
6	Thy goodness how divinely free!    How wond'rous is thy grace To those that fear thy majesty,    And trust thy promises!

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PSALM 31. First Part. C.M.
Deliverance from death. (cont.)

7	O love the Lord, all ye his saints,    And sing his praises loud: He'll bend his ear to your complaints,    And recompense the proud.

PSALM 31. Second Part. C.M.
Deliverance from slander and reproach.

1	MY heart rejoices in thy name,    My God, my help, my trust: Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame,    Mine honour from the dust.
2	"My life is spent with grief," I cried,    "My years consum'd in groans; "My strength decays; mine eyes are dried;    "And sorrow wastes my bones."
3	Among mine enemies my name    Was a mere proverb grown; "While to my neighbours I became    Forgotten and unknown.
4	Slander and fear on ev'ry side    Seiz'd and beset me round: I to the throne of grace apply'd,    And speedy rescue found.
5	How great deliv'rance thou hast wrought    Before the sons of men! The lying lips to silence brought,    And made their boastings vain!
6	Thy children, from the strife of tongues,    Shall thy pavilion hide; Guard them from infamy and wrong;    And crush the sons of pride.
7	Within thy secret presence. Lord,    Let me forever dwell: No fenced city wall'd and barr'd    Secures a saint so well.