PSALM 119. Trwelfth Part. C. M.
Breathing after comfort and deliverance.
Y God, consider my distress,
Let mercy plead my cause :
Tho' I have sinn'd against thy grace,
I can't forget thy laws.
2 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach,
Which I so justly fear:
Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,
Nor let my shame appear.
3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,
Nor let the proud oppress;
But make thy waiting servant see
The shinings of thy face.
4 Mine eyes with expectation fail :
My heart within me cries,
"When will the Lord his truth fulfil,
" And make my comforts rise ?"
5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,
And show thy grace the same ;
As thou art ever wont t' afford
To those, that love thy name.
PSALM 119. Thirteenth Part. С. М.
Holy fear and tenderness of conscience.
1 WITH my whole heart I've sought thy
Then let me never stray
From thy commands, O God of grace;
Nor tread the sinner's way.
2 Thy word I've hid within my heart
To keep my conscience clean,
And be an everlasting guard
From ev'ry rising sin.
3 I'm a companion of the saints,
Who fear and love the Lorde
rrows rise, my nature faints, en men transgress thy word. sinners do thy gospel wrong, spirit stands in awe : al abhors a lying tongue; AD loves thy righteous law.
art with sacred rev'rence hears
threat'nings of thy word;
h with holy trembling fears
judgments of the Lord.
d, I long, I hope, I wait
thy salvation still;
chy whole law is my delight,
I obey thy will.
Fourteenth Part. C. M.
Et of afflictions, and support under them.
SIDER all my sorrows, Lord,
d thy deliv'rance send :
1 for thy salvation faints;
n will my troubles end?
ave found it good for me
ear my Father's rod;
ns make me learn thy law,
Live upon my God.
the comfort I enjoy
new distress begins;
my word, I run thy ways,
nate my former sins.
thy word been my delight,
a earthly joys had fled,
1, opprest with sorrow's weight,
unk among the dead.
thy judgments, Lord, are right,
The sharpest suff'rings, I endure,
Flow from thy faithful care.
6 Before I knew thy chast'ning rod,
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.
PSALM 119. Fifteenth Part. C. M.
Holy resolutions.
10 THAT thy statutes ev'ry hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quick'ning pow'r,
And daily peace I find.
2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne'er forget thy word;
Thy word is all my joy.
3 How would I run in thy commands,
Should'st thou my heart discharge
From sin, and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large!
4 My lips with courage shall declare
Thy statutes and thy name;
I'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear,
Nor yield to sinful shame.
5 Let bands of persecutors rise
To rob me of my right;
Let pride and malice forge their lies,
Thy law is my delight.
6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,
Whose hands and hearts are ill :
I love my God, I love his ways,
And must obey his will.
Sixteenth Part. C. M.
Prayer for quickening grace. soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine : ain desires and ev'ry lust, off these eyes of mine. the influ'nce of thy grace peed me in thy way; hould loiter in my race, arn my feet astray. ore afflictions press me down, 1 thy quick'ning pow'rs; rd, that I have rested on, cheer my heaviest hours. thy mercies sov'reign still, chou a faithful God? ou not grant me warmer zeal n the heav'nly road?
t my heart thy precepts love, ong to see thy face?
how slow my spirits move,
but enliv'ning grace!
all I love thy gospel more,
e'er forget thy word;
have felt its quick'ning pow'r,
aw me near the Lord.
1 119. Seventeenth Part. L. M.
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Il my support is from thy word :
dissolves with heaviness,
me with thy strength'ning grace.
And tempt my soul to snares and sin;
Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.
3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause,
They hate to see me love thy laws;
But I will trust and fear thy name,
Till pride and malice die with shame.
PSALM 119. Eighteenth Part. L. M.
Sanctified afflictions.
FATHER, I bless thy gentle hand ;
How kind was thy chastising rod,
That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God!
2 Foolish and vain I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;
I left my guide, and lost my way;
But now I love and keep thy word.
3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell :
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.
4 The law, that issues from thy mouth,
Shall raise my cheerful passions more,
Than all the treasures of the South,
Or Western hills of golden ore.
5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy Spirit form'd my soul within :
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.
6 Then all that love and fear the Lord,
At my salvation shall rejoice :
For I have hoped in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.
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