When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.@Psalm 32:3
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.

Bera John E. Gould, 1849 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John E. Gould (1821-1875)

While I keep silence, and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my conscience feel!
What agonies of inward smart!

I spread my sins before the Lord,
And all my secret faults confess;
Thy Gospel speaks a pardoning word,
Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace.

For this shall every humble soul
Make swift addresses to Thy seat;
When floods of huge temptations roll,
There shall they find a blest retreat.

How safe beneath Thy wings I lie,
When days grow dark and storms appear;
And when I walk, Thy watchful eye
Shall guide me safe from every snare.