Ver. 11.

2 Thy word I've hid within my heart,
To keep my conscience clean;
And be an everlasting guard
From ev'ry rising sin.

Ver. 63, 55, 158.

3 I'm a companion of the saints,
Who fear and love the Lord;
a My sorrows rise, my nature faints,
When men transgress thy word.
Ver. 161, 163.

e 4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong,
My spirit stauds in awe;
My soul abhors a lying tongue,
But loves thy righteous law.
Ver. 161, 120.

p 5 My heart with sacred rev'rence hears
The threat'nings of thy word;
My flesh, with holy trembling, fears
The judgments of the Lord.

Ver. 166, 174.

-6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait For thy salvation still;

o While thy whole law is my delight, And 1 obey thy will.

C. M. FOURTEENTH PART. Walsal.

1

[b*]

Benefit of Afflictions and Support under them.

CONS

Ver. 153, 81, 82.

NONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord;
And thy deliv❜rance send;

My soul for thy salvation faints;

When will my troubles end!

Ver. 71.

2 Yet have I found 'tis good for me
To bear my Father's rod;
Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my God.

Ver. 50.

3 This is the comfort I enjoy,
When new distress begins;
I read thy word, I run thy way,
And hate my former sins.

Ver. 92.

4 Had not thy word been my delight, When earthly joys were fled,

My soul, oppress'd with sorrow's weight,
Had sunk amongst the dead.
Ver. 75.

5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Though they may seem severe;
The sharpest suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.
Ver. 67.

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.

C. M. FIFTEENTH PART, Bethlehem. [*]

1

Holy Resolutions.

Ver. 93.

THAT thy statutes, ev'ry hour, Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quick'ning pow'r, And daily peace Ï find.

Ver. 15, 16.

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.

Ver. 32.

3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
From sin's and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large.

Ver. 13, 46.

o 4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name;

I'll speak thy word, though Kings should hear, Nor yield to sinful shame.

Ver. 61, 69, 70.

-5 Let bands of persecutors rise,

To rob me of my right,

Let pride and malice forge their lies,
Thy law is my delight.

Ver. 115.

o 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.

C. M. SIXTEENTH PART. Plymouth. [b]
Prayer for quickening Grace.
Ver. 25, 87.

MY

Y soul lies cleaving to the dust,
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires and ev'ry lust,
Turn off these eyes of mine.
e 2 1 need the influence of thy grace,
To speed me in thy way;
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.

Ver. 107.

3 When sore afflictions press me down,
I need thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Thy word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
Ver. 156, 40.

e 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still?
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal,
To run the heav'nly road?

Ver. 159, 40.

5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face?

e And yet how slow my spirits move,
Without enliv'ning grace!

- Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word;
When I have felt its quick'ning pow'r
To draw me near the Lord.

L. M. FIRST PART. Babylon. [b]
Courage and Perseverance under Trials.
Ver. 143, 28.

'W Air my support is from thy word:

WHEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord,

My soul dissolves for heaviness;

Uphold me with thy strength'ning grace.
Ver. 51, 69, 110.

2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies,
They watch my feet with envious eyes,
And tempt my soul to snares and sin;
Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.

Ver. 161, 78.

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. L. M. SECOND PART. Quercy. [*] Afflictions sanctified. Ver. 67, 59.

1

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!
e 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;
p I left my guide, and lost my way,
-But now I love, and keep thy word.
Ver. 71.

3 'Tis good for me to bear 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.
Ver. 72.

o 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.

Ver. 73.

-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 șin.
Ver. 74.

o 6 Then all who love and fear the Lord,
In my salvation shall rejoice;

For I have hoped in thy word,

And made thy grace my only choice.

PSALM 120. C. M.

Dorset. [*b]

Complaint of Strife, and Desire for Peace.

1.HOU God of love, thou ever blest,

T Pity my sufrive, tate;

When wilt thou set my soul at rest,
From lips that love deceit!

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2 Hard lot of mine, my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,

Whose never ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.

3 O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms;
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong;
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!

6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro'
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.

PSALM 121. L. M.

Sheffield. Truro. [] Divine Protection.

1 [ TP to the hills I lift mine eyes, UP

Th' eternal hills beyond the skies;

Thence all her help my soul derives:
There my almighty refuge lives.]

2 He lives! the everlasting God,

Who built the world, who spread the flood;
The heav'ns with all their hosts he made;
And the dark regions of the dead!

-3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evʼning veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

o 4 Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber or surprise.

-5 No sun shall smite thy head by day;
Nor the pale moon, with sickly ray,
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far.