This forms a most beautiful break and interruption to the Psalmist's devout contemplation. It comes in with a striking demand upon the heart, as if under a consciousness that having such discoveries made of Jesus and his preciousness, how inexcusable it must be in any soul to overlook and forget him. And hence he cries out, Who can tell, in the multiplied instances of his own transgressions, these particulars? Reader! recollect, how secret soever or unknown in numberless occasions to ourselves, yet our sins are all open and naked to the eyes of him with whom we have to do. Oh! what a relief to the soul is that scripture, the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth from all sin. 1 John 1:7.

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