Psalm 32

Blest, ô thrice blest is he,
Whose Sinnes remitted be;
And whose Impieties
God covers from his Eyes.
To whom his Sinnes are not
Imputed, as forgot:
His Soule with guile unstain'd.
While silent I remain'd,
My bones consum'd away;
I rored all the day:
For on me day and night
Thy Hand did heavie light.
My moisture dri'd throughout,
Like to a Summers drought.
I then my Sinnes confest,
How farre I had transgrest:
When all I had reveal'd,
Thy Hand my Pardon seal'd.
For this, who Godly are
Shall seeke to Thee by Prayer;
Seeke, when thou mayst be found;
In Deluges undrown'd.
Thou art my safe Retreat,
My Shield, when dangers threat;
Shalt my Deliverance
With Songs of Joy advance.
I will instruct, and show
The way which thou shouldst goe;
The way to Pietie;
And guide thee with mine eye.
Be not like Mule and Horse,
Whose reason is their Force;
Whose mouth the Bit and Reine,
Lest they rebell, restraine.
Innumerable Woes
The Wicked shall inclose:
But those who God affect,
His Mercy shall protect.
O you, who are upright,
In God your God delight:
You Just, his blessed Choice,
In Him with Songs rejoyce.