No low polluting luft arife

Within this foul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart fincere ;
Let fin not govern me, O Lord,
But be my confcience clear.

5 Too apt, my God, from thee to stray,
Thy mercy I implore;
Oh to the bleffing of thy way

Thy erring fheep restore.

6 Ne'er may I fwerve from thy commands, 'Tis a delightful road;

I

Nor let my head, or heart, or hands
Offend against my God.

cc. PSALM CXIX. Com. Met. WATTS.

Holy Fear, and Tenderness of Confcience.

MY

Y heart does all thy will embrace;
Oh may I never stray

From thee, my God, misuse thy grace,
Nor learn the finner's way.

2 I cherish in my heart thy word,
As the best guest within,
To be an all-protecting guard
From every daring fin.

3 The fcoffer, impotent and vain,
Derides thy facred law;
Abhorrent to all wit profane

I feel a reverent awe.

4 With low fubmiffion do I hear The threatnings of thy word,

With holy trembling do I fear
The judgments of the Lord.

5 My God, I pray, I hope, I wait
For thy falvation still,

And with a mind compofed, fedate,
I bow to all thy will.

CCI PSALM CXIX. Com. Met. WATTS.

Holy Refolutions.

HY facred precepts I adore,
And cherish in my mind;

TH

Thence I derive a conqueror's power,
And there my peace I find.

2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my fweet employ ;
Close to my heart I lay thy word,
Thy word is all my joy.

3 I fly from fin and folly's race,
I fly from every ill;

I love my God, I love his ways,
And his be all my will.

CCII. PSALM CXIX. C. M. DODDRIDGE.

ссі.

I

Scripture the best Guard of erring Youth.

NDULGENT God, with pitying eye.
The fons of men furvey;

IND

Alas! how youthful finners fport

In their deftructive way.

2 Ten thousand dangers lurk around, To bear them to the tomb,

How

How foon the hour they think not of
In all its dread may come !

3 Recal, O Lord, their wandering minds,
Amused with airy dreams,
That heavenly wifdom may difpel
Their vifionary schemes.

4

With holy caution may they walk,
And be thy word their guide;
'Till each, the defart fafely past,
On Zion's hill abide.

cc. PSALM CXIX. C. M. DODDRIDGE.

I

A

Happiness fprings from Religion alone.

WORLDLY blifs! 'tis but a name,
Nor can repay our cares;
And he who feeks it here below,
Will end the fearch with tears.
2 Great David on his royal throne,
The valiant, and the strong,
Rich in the spoils of conquered foes,
Amidft th' applauding throng,

3 With all his mind's capacious powers,
Purfued the fhade in vain ;
Nor heard it his melodious voice,
Nor harp's angelic ftrain.

4 From public to domeftic fcenes
The fated monarch turns;

The friend, the husband, and the fire
In fad fucceffion mourns.

5 At length thy law, eternal God,

He thro' his tears defcries,

And

And taught to rife above the world,
He finds the glorious prize.
6 There will I seek perfection too,
Where David's God is known;
Nor envy, with this volume bleft,
His treasures and his throne.

I

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3

4

5

CCIV. PSALM CXIX. Long Met.
Sin corrected by Suffering.

THOU, beft object of my love,
Whom all my thoughts thro' life.

approve,

May love of thee my foul poffefs,
In love of thee is no excefs.

The world, with her feducing art,
Had wrapped herself around my heart;
She looked with fuch a tempting fmile,
I thought that fhe could ne'er beguile.

Then did my God, my wifeft friend, The monitor, affliction fend,

Which stayed me in the dangerous road, That leads from virtue's calm abode.

I bless the chastisement of God:
And touched at heart I kifs the rod;
And difciplined in wifdom's fchool,
My paffions yield to wifdom's rule.

Thy mercies all my heart have won,
Oh may my race anew be run,
And henceforth be it all my care
My wafted talents to repair.

PSALM

I

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3

4

ccv. PSALM CXIX. Long Met.
An immoral Religion no true Religion.

H

ENCE fuperftition from my foul ! Nor me amongft thy fools enroll! The voice without, and voice within Condemn the faith that flatters fin.

Oh much to answer for have they,
Who dare religion's caufe betray,
Who to fubferve fome bafer aim
Can prostitute her facred name.

From all perverfion of thy word,
From all false teachers, fave me, Lord,
From my own heart, if love of fin
From love of thee my heart may

May this eternal rule be mine,
That love of holiness is thine;

win.

That then religion is defiled,
When God with vice is reconciled.

CCVI. PSALM CXXI. Long Met. WATTS.

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U

The protecting Providence of God.

P to the hills I lift mine eyes,

'Th' eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her ftrength my foul derives, There my almighty helper lives.

2 He lives; the everlasting God,

Who built the world, who spread the flood; The heavens with all their hofts he made, And the dark regions of the dead.