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Ver. 165. 10 Ver. 22-27. An hosanna for the 3 Great is their peace who love thy law. Lord's day.

How firm their souls abide!

Nor can a bold temptation draw
I SEE what a living stone

Their steady feet aside.
The builders did refuse;

Ver. 6.
Yet God hath built his church thereon la

reon 14 Then shall my heart have inward joy In spite of envious Jews.

And keep my face from shame,
The scribe and angry priest

When all thy statutes I obey,
Reject thine only Son

And honour all thy name.
Yet on this rock shall Zion rest,

Ver. 21, 118.
As the chief corner stone.

5 But haughty sinners God will hate, 3 The work, O Lord, is thine,

The proud shall die accursed
And wondrous in our eyes,

The sons of falsehood and deceit
This day declares it all divine,

Are trodden to the dust.
This day did Jesus rise.

. Ver. 119, 155.
This is the glorious day

6 Vile as the dross the wicked are: That our Redeemer made :

And those that leave thy ways
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray:

Shall see salvation from afar,
Let all the church be glad.

But never taste thy grace.
5 Hosanna to the King
Of David's royal blood;

PART II. C. M. Piety, 513. Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring Salvation from your God.

Secret devotion and spiritual 6 We bless thine holy word,

mindedness. Which all his grace displays :

Ver. 147, 55. And offer on thine altar, Lord,

imo thee, before the dawning light, Our sacrifice of praise.

1 My gracious God, I pray;
I meditate 'thy name by night,

And keep thy lạw by day. 118 L. M. Foundling, 556.

Ver. 81.

2 Mv spirit faints to see thy grace, O Ver. 22–27, The Lord's day.

Thy promise bears me up; II O! what a glorious corner-stone

And while salvation long delays, L The Jewish builders did refuse;

Thy word supports my hope. But God hath built his church thereon,

Ver. 164. In spite of envy and the Jews.

|3 Seven times a day I lift my hands, 2 Great God, the work is all divine,

And pay my thanks to thee: The joy and wonder of our eyes ;

Thy righteous providence demands This is the day that proves it thine,

Repeated praise from me. The day that saw our Saviour rise.

Ver. 62. 3 Sinners, rejoice; and saints, be glad; 4 When midnight darkness veils the skies, Hosanna, let his name be bless'd;

I call thy works to mind; A thousand honours on his head,

My thoughts in warm deyotion rise, With peace, and light, and glory rest! And sweet acceptance find. 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race:

PART III. C. M. Hammond, 226. Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise.

13 Professions of sincerity, repent

ance, &c.

Ver. 57, 60. LU0 Part I. c. M. Irish, 171. |1 THOU art my portion, O my God;

1 Soon as I know thy way, II The blessedness of saints, and mi-1 My heart makes haste to obey thy word, sery of sinners.

And suffers no delay.
Ver. 1, 2, 3.

Ver. 30, 14.
DLEST are the undefiled in heart, 12 I chose the path of heavenly truth,
Whose ways are right and clean ;

And glory in my choice: Who never from thy law depart,

Not all the riches of the earth But fly from every sin.

Could make me so rejoice, 2 Blest are the men that keep thy word, 3 The testimonies of thy grace And practise thy commands;.

I set before my eyes;
With their whole heart they seek the Lord, I Thence I derive my daily strength,

by nightons draw

Wakine

Ver. 59.

PART V. C. M. Sprague, 166. 4 If once I wander from thy path,

Delight in Scripture.
I think upon my ways,

Ver. 97.
Then turn my feet to thy commands,
And trust thy pardoning grace.

10 HOW I love thy holy law!

'Tis daily my delight; Ver. 94, 114.

And thence my meditations draw 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,

Divine advice by night.
O save thy servant, Lord:
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place;

2 My waking eyes prevent the day My hope is in thy word.

To meditate thy word;
Ver. 112.

My soul with longing melts away 6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine

To hear thy gospel, Lord. Thy statutes to fulfil ;

Ver. 3, 13, 54.
And thus, till mortal life shall end, 3 How doth thy word my heart engage!
Would I perform thy will.

How well employ my tongue!
And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heavenly song.

Ver. 19, 103.

4 Am I a stranger, or at home, PART IV. C. M. Braintree, 25.

'T is my perpetual feast; Instruction from Scripture. Not honey dropping from the comb

So much allures the taste.
Ver. 9.

Ver. 72, 127.
I LOW shall the young secure their 5 No treasures so enrich the mind;
m hearts,

Nor shall thy word be sold And guard their lives from sin ?

For loads of silver well refined, Thy word the choicest rules imparts,

Nor heaps of choicest gold.
To keep the conscience clean.

Ver. 28, 49, 175.
Ver. 130.

6 When nature sinks and spirits droop, 2 When once it enters to the mind,

Thy promises of grace It spreads such light abroad,

Are pillars to support my hope,
The meanest souls instruction find,

And there I write thy praise.
And raise their thoughts to God.
Ver. 105.

PART VI. C. M. Staughton, 265, 3 'T is like the sun, a heavenly light,

1 Holiness & comfort from the word. That guides us all the day; And through the dangers of the night,

Ver. 128. A lamp to lead our way.

IT ORD, I esteem thy judgments right,

U And all thy statutes just;
Ver. 99, 100.

Thence I maintain a constant fight 4 The men that keep thy law with care, With every flattering lust.

And meditate thy word,
Grow wiser than their teachers are,

Ver. 97, 9.
And better know the Lord.

| 2 Thy precepts often I survey;

I keep thy law in sight,
Ver. 104, 113.

Through all the business of the day, 5 Thy precepts make me truly wise ;

To form my actions right.
I hate the sinner's road;

Ver. 62.
I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, I 3 My heart in midnight silence cries,
But love thy law, my God.

How sweet thy comforts he!'
Ver. 89–91.

My thoughts in holy wonder rise, 6 [The starry heavens thy rule obey

And bring their thanks to thee.
The earth maintains her place;

Ver. 162.
And these thy servants, night and day, 4 And when my spirit drinks her fill
Thy skill and power express.

At some good word of thine, 7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord,

Not mighty men that share the spoil Have lessons more divine:

Have joys compared to mine.
Not earth stands firmer than thy word,
Nor stars so nobly shine.]

PART VII. C. M. St. James's, 163.
Ver. 160, 140, 9, 116.

Imperfection of nature, and per. 8 Thy word is everlasting truth;

fection of Scripture. How pure is every page!

Ver. 96, paraphrased. That holy book shall guide our youth, IT ET all the heathen writers join And well support our age.

U To form one perfect book,

But, Lord, if once compared with thine, L.

Ver. 26. How mean their writings look! | 4 When I confess'd my wandering ways, 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave

Thou heard'st my soul complain : Could show one sin forgiven,

Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Nor lead a step beyond the grave;

Or I shall stray again. But thine conduct to heaven.

Ver. 33, 34. 3 I 've seen an end of what we call

5 If God to me his statutes show Perfection here below;

And heavenly truth impart, How short the powers of nature fall,

His work for ever I'll pursué, And can no further go!

His law shall rule my heart. 4 Yet men would fain be just with God

Ver. 50, 71. By works their hands have wrought;

6 This was my comfort when I bore But thy commands, exceeding broad,

Variety of grief; Extend to every thought.

It made me learn thy word the more,

And fly to that relief. 5 In vain we boast perfection here,

Ver. 51. While sin defiles our frame,

7 [In vain the proud deride me now, And sinks our virtues down so far,

I'll ne'er forget thy law, They scarce deserve the name.

Nor let that blessed gospel go, 6 Our faith and love, and every grace,

Whence all my hopes I draw.
Fall far below thy word :

Ver. 27, 171.
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

18 When I have learn’d my Father's will,

I'll teach the world his ways:

My thankful lips, inspired with zeal,
PART VIII. C. M. Follett, 181. Shall loud pronounce his praise.]
The excellency and variety of

Scripture.
Ver. 111, paraphrased.

U O PART X. C. M. St. Stephen's, 292. II ORD, I have made thy word my

Pleading the promises. D My lasting heritage :

[choice,

Ver. 38, 49. There shall my noblest powers rejoice,

1 DEHOLD thy waiting servant, Lord, My warmest thoughts enguge.

Devoted to thy fear; 2 I'll read the histories of thy love,

Remember and confirm thy word, And keep thy laws in sight,

For all my hopes are there. While through thy promises I rove,

Ver. 41, 58, 107. With ever fresh delight.

2 Hast thou not writ salvation down, 3 'T is a broad land of wealth unknown,

And promised quickening grace?" Where springs of life arise;

Doth not my heart address thy throne ? Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,

And yet thy love delays. And hidden glory lies.

Ver. 123, 42. 4 The best relief that mourners have, | 3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail ; It makes our sorrows blest:

O bear thy servant up! Our fairest hope beyond the grave,

Nor let the scoffing lips prevail, And our eternal rest.

Who dare reproach my hope.

Ver. 49, 74.

| 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord ? 110 PART IX. C. M. Bedford, 91.

Then let thy truth appear:
Desire of knowledge.

Saints shall rejoice in my reward,
Ver, 64, 68, 18.

And trust as well as fear.
I THY mercies fill the earth, O Lord,

1 How good thy works appear ! U10 Part XI. C. M. Frome, 255.
Open mine eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.

Breathing after holiness.
Ver. 73, 125.

Ver. 5, 33. 2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand, I THAT the Lord would guide my ways My service is thy due:

To keep his statutes still! O make thy servant understand

O that my God would grant me grace The duties he must do.

To know and do his will !
Ver. 19.

Ver. 29. 3 Since I'm a stranger here below,

2 O send thy Spirit down to write Let not thy path be hid;

Thy law upon my heart!
But mark the road my feet should go, Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

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Ver. 37, 36.

Ver. 63, 53, 158. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes :

3 I'm a companion of the saints Let no corrupt design,

Who fear and love the Lord : No covetous desires, arise

My sorrows rise, my nature faints,
Within this soul of mine.

When men transgress thy word.
Ver. 133.

Ver. 161, 163, 4 Order my footsteps by thy word,

4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong, And make my heart sincere ;

My spirit stands in awe ; Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

My soul abhors a lying tongue,
But keep my conscience clear.

But loves thy righteous law.
Ver. 176..

Ver. 161, 120. 5 My soul hath gone too far astray,

5 My heart with sacred reverence hears My feet too often slip;

The threat'nings of thy word ; Yet since I've not forgot thy way,

My flesh with holy trembling fears
Restore thy wandering sheep.

The judgments of the Lord.
Ver. 35.

Ver. 166, 174.
6 Make me to walk in thy commands, 16 My God, I long, I hope, I wait
'Tis a delightful road;

For thy salvation still;
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, | While thy whole law is my delight,
Offend against my God.

And I obey thy will.

is is the w

delight

PART XII. C.M. Walsal, 237.

PART XIV. C.M. Arnold's, 268. Breathing after comfort and de

Benefit of afflictions, and support liverance.

under them. Ver. 153.

Ver. 153, 81, 82. IMY God, consider my distress, 11 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord, W Let mercy plead my cause;

And my deliverance send;
Though I have sinn'd against thy grace, 1 My soul for thy salvation faints ;
I can't forget thy laws.

When will my troubles end ?
Ver. 39, 116.

Ver. 71. 2 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach

| 2 Yet I have found, 't is good for me Which I so justly fear:

To bear my Father's rod; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,

Afflictions make me learn thy law,
Nor let my shame appear,

And live upon my God.
Ver. 122, 135,

Ver. 50. 3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me

3 This is the comfort I enjoy Nor let the proud oppress:

When new distress begins,
But make thy waiting servant see

I read thy word, I run thy way,
The shinings of thy face.

And hate my former sins.
Ver. 82.

Ver. 92. 4 My eyes with expectation fail;

| 4 Had not thy word been my delight My heart within me cries,

When earthly joys were fled,
When will the Lord his truth fulfil, My soul, oppress'd with sorrow's weight,
And make my comforts rise ?'

Had sunk amongst the dead.
Ver. 132.

Ver. 75. 5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,

5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, And show thy grace the same

Though they may seem severe;
As thou art ever wont t' afford

The sharpest sufferings I endure
To those that love thy naine.

Flow from thy faithful care.

Ver. 67.
110 PART XIII. C. M. Canterbury, 199. 6 Before I knew thy chastening rod
Holy fear and tenderness of con My feet were apt to stray;
science.

But now I learn to keep thy word,
Ver. 10.

Nor wander from thy way.
1 WITH my whole heart I've sought thy
Olet me never stray

[face, From thy commands, O God of grace,

U Q Part XV. C. M. Newbury, 132.
Nor tread the sinners' way.

Holy resolutions.
Ver. 11.

Ver, 93. 2 Thy word I 've hid within my heart, 10 THAT thy statutes every hour To keep my conscience clean,

Might dwell upon my mind! And be an everlasting guard

Thence I derive a quickening power, From every rising sin.

And daily peace I find.

119

119

lies,

119

Ver. 15, 16.

ART XVII. L. M. Ripon, 188. 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,

Courage and perseverance under Shall be my sweet employ: My soul shall ne'er forget thy word,

persecution. Thy word is all my joy.

Ver. 143, 28.

1 WHEN pain and anguish seize me, Ver. 32.

W Lord, 3 How would I run in thy commands, All my support is from thy word; If thou my heart discharge

My soul dissolves for heaviness,
From sin arid Satan's hateful chains, Uphold me with thy strengthening grace.
And set my feet at large!

Ver. 51, 69, 110.
Ver. 13, 46.

| 2 The proud have framed their scoffs and My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name;

They' watch my feet with envious eyes, I'u speak thy word, though kings shall

And tempt my soul to snares and sin, hear,

Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.
Nor yield to sinful shame.

Ver. 161, 78.
Ver. 61, 69, 70.

3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause, 5 Let bands of persecutors rise

They hate to see me love thy laws;

But I will trust and fear thy name,
To rob me of my right,
Let pride and malice forge their lies,

Till pride and malice die with shame.
Thy law is my delight.
Ver. 115.

ast Part. L. M. Ulverston, 179. 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,

Sanctified afflictions.
Whose hands and hearts are ill:
I love my God, I love his ways,

Ver. 67, 59.
And must obey his will.

I TATHER, I bless thy gentle hand;

T How kind was thy chastising rod,
That forced my conscience to a stand,

And brought my wandering soul to God.
PART XVI. C. M. Abridge, 201. 1 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray,
Prayer for quickening grace. Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;

I left my guide, and lost my way
Ver. 25, 37.

But now I love and keep thy word. I M Y soul lies cleaving to the dust;

Ver. 71. 11 Lord, give me life divine ;

3 'T is good for me to bear the yoke, From vain desires and every lust

For pride is apt to rise and swell;
Turn off these eyes of mine.

?T is good to bear my Father's stroke, 2 I need the influence of thy grace

That I might learn his statutes well. To speed me in thy way,

Ver. 72. Lest I should loiter in my race, "

4 The law that issues from thy mouth Or turn my feet astray.

Shall raise my cheerful passions more Ver. 107.

Than all the treasures of the south, 3 When sore afflictions press me down,

Or western hills of golden ore.
I need thy quickening powers;

Ver. 73.
Thy word that I have rested on

5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Shall help my heaviest hours.

Thy Spirit form'd my soul within ;

Teach me to know thy wondrous name, Ver. 156, 40.

And guard me safe from death and sin. 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still ? And thou a faithful God?

Ver. 74. Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord To run the heavenly road?

At iny salvation shall rejoice;

For I have hoped in thy word
Ver. 159, 40.

And made thy grace my only choice. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love,

And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move,

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C. M. Abingdon, 42.
Without enlivening grace!

Complaint of quarrelsome neigh-
Ver. 93.

bours. 1 1 6 Then shall I love thy gospel more

I THOU God of love, thou ever-bless'a, And ne'er forget thy word,

1 Pity my suffering state: When I have felt thy quickening power When wilt thou set my soul at rest To draw me near the Lord.

From lips that love deceit ?

Leach mest form hade my