Ver. 176.

e 5 My soul hath gone too far astray,
My feet too often slip;

Yet since I've not forgot thy way,
Restore thy wandering sheep.
Ver. 35.

o 6 Make me to walk in thy commands;
"Tis a delightful road;

e

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

C. M. TWELFTH PART.

Wantage. [*]

Breathing after Comfort and Deliverance.

Ver. 153.

Y God, consider my distress,

M Let

mercy plead my cause;

Though I have sinned against thy grace,

I can't forget thy laws.

Ver. 39, 116.

p 2 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach,
Which I so justly fear;

Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,
Nor let my shame appear.

Ver. 122, 135.

-3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,
Nor let the proud oppress;
But make thy waiting servant see
The shinings of thy face.

Ver. 82.

e 4 Mine eyes with expectation fail;
My heart within me cries,
"When will the Lord his truth fulfill,
"And make my comforts rise?"

Ver. 132.

-5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord, And show thy grace the same,

o As thou art ever wont t' afford
To those who love thy name.

C. M. THIRTEENTH PART. Colchester. [*]
Holy Fear and Tenderness of Conscience.
Ver. 10.

1 WITH my whole heart. I've sought thy face;

let me never stray,

From thy commands, O Goa of grace,
Nor tread the sinner's way.

Ver. 11.

2 Thy word I've hid within my heart,
To keep my conscience clean;
And be an everlasting guard

From every rising sin.

Ver. 63, 53, 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 stands in awe;
My soul abhors a lying tongue,
But loves thy righteous law.

Ver. 161, 120.

p 5 My heart with sacred reverence hears
The threatenings 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 I obey thy will.

C. M. FOURTEENTH PART. Reading. [b]
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them.
Ver. 153, 81, 82.

YONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord;
And thy deliverance 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, oppressed 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 sufferings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.

Ver. 67.

6 Before I knew thy chastening 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. [*]

Holy Resolutions.

Ver. 93.

O Might dwell upon my mind!

THAT thy statutes, every hour,

Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I 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; o 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, 37.

p 1 M Lord, give me life divine;

soul lies cleaving to the dust;

From vain desires and every lust,
Turn off these eyes of mine.

e 2 I 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 quickening powers;
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 heavenly 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 enlivening grace!

-6 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word;
When I have felt its quickening power
To draw me near the Lord.

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L. M. FIRST PART. Babylon. [b]
Courage and Perseverance under Trials.

Ver. 143, 28.

WHEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord,

All my support is from thy word:

My soul dissolves for heaviness;

Uphold me with thy strengthening grace.

Ver. 51, 69, 110.

2 The proud have framed 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.

FATHER, I bless thy gentle hand

How kind was thy chastising rod!
That forced my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wandering 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 formed my soul within;
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.

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.

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PSALM 120. C. M. Dorset. [* b]

Complaint of Strife, and Desire for Peace.

THOU

HOU God of love, thou ever blest,
Pity my suffering state;

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