And in my tiresome pilgrimage,
Yields me a heavenly song!
Ver. 19, 103.

4 Am I a stranger, or at home,
"Tis my perpetual feast!

Not honey, dropping from the comb,
So much delights my taste.

Ver. 72, 127.

5 No treasures so enrich the mind;
Nor shall thy word be sold wor
For loads of silver well refined,
Nor heaps of choicest gold,

Ver. 28, 49, 175.

6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace

g Are pillars to support my hope,→

And there I write thy praise.

C. M. SIXTH PART. St. Martin's. [*]
Holiness and Comfort from the Word.

Ver. 128.

LORD, I esteem thy judgments right,

And all thy statutes just ; Thence I maintain a constant fight, With every flattering lust.

Ver. 97, 9.

2 Thy precepts often I survey;
I keep thy law in sight,
Through all the business of the day,
To form my actions right.

Ver. 62.

3 My heart, in midnight silence, cries,
"How sweet thy comforts be!"
My thoughts in holy wonder rise,
And bring their thanks to thee.
Ver. 162.

4 And when my spirit drinks her fill,
At some good word of thine,

Not mighty men, that share the spoil,
Have joys compared to mine.

C. M. SEVENTH PART. Bedford. [*]
Imperfection of Nature: Perfection of Scripture.
Ver. 96, paraphrased.

'L To form one perfect book,

ET all the heathen writers join

Great God, if once compared with thine,
How mean their writings look!
2 Not the most perfect rules they gave,
Could show one sin forgiven;
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heaven.

e 3 I've seen an end of what we call
Perfection, here below;

How short the powers of nature fall,
And can no further go.

4 Yet men would fain be just with God,
By works their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to every thought.

e 5 In vain we boast perfection here,
While sin defiles our frame;
And sinks our virtues down so far,
They scarce deserve the name.

-6 Our faith, and love, and every grace,
Fall far below thy word;

But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

C. M. EIGHTH PART.

York. [*]

The Word of God the Saint's Portion.

Ver. 111, paraphrased.

LORD, I have made thy word my choice,

My lasting heritage; o There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage.

b 2 I'll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight;

While through the promises 1 rove
With ever fresh delight,

-3 'Tis a broad land-of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise,-

o Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,

And hidden glory lies.

-4 The best relief that mourners have;

It makes our sorrows blest:

g Our fairest hope beyond the grave,

And our eternal rest.

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C. M. NINTH PART. Abridge. [1

Teaching of the Spirit with the Word.
Ver. 64, 68, 18.

HY mercies fill the earth, O Lord,

THY
How good thy works appear!

Open mine eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.

Ver. 73, 125.99 V

2 My heart was fashioned by thy hand gun den My service is thy due;

O make thy servant understand

The duties he must do..

Ver. 19.

3 Since I'm a stranger here below,
Let not thy path be hid;

But mark the road my feet should go,
And be my constant guide.

Ver. 26.

p 4 When I confessed my wandering ways.
Thou heard'st my soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,
Or I shall stray again.

Ver. 33, 34.

-5 If God to me his statutes shew,
And heavenly truth impart;
. His work forever I'll pursue,
His law shall rule my heart."

Ver, 50, 71.

-6 [This was my comfort, when I bore
Variety of grief;

It made me learn thy word the more,
And fly to that relief.

Ver. 51,

7 In vain the proud deride me now;
I'll ne'er forget thy law;

Nor let that blessed gospel go,
Whence all my hopes I draw.

Ver. 27, 171.

8 When I have learned my Father's will,

I'll teach the world his ways:

My thankful lips, inspired with zeal,

Shall loud pronounce his praise.]

C. M. TENTH PART. Swanwick. [b]
Pleading the Promises.
Ver. 38, 49.

1B Devoted to thy fear;

EHOLD thy waiting servant, Lord,

Remember, and confirm thy word,
For all my hopes are there.

Ver. 41, 58, 107.

e 2 Hast thou not sent salvation down,
And promised quickening grace?
Does not my heart address thy throne ?→→
And yet thy love delays.

Ver. 123, 42.

p 3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail;
O bear thy servant up!
Nor let the scoffing lips prevail,
Which dare reproach my hope.

Ver. 49, 74.

e 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord? Then let thy truth appear;

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o Saints shall rejoice in my reward, And trust as well as fear.

C. M. ELEVENTH PART. Hymn 2d. [b]
Breathing after Holiness.
Ver. 5, 33.

THAT the Lord would guide my ways,
To keep his statutes still!

O that my God would grant me grace,
To know and do his will..

Ver. 29,

2 O send thy Spirit down-to write

Thy law upon my heart!

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere:
Let sin have no dominion, Lord;
But keep my conscience clear.

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;

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

C. M. TWELFTH PART. Wantage. [*] Breathing after Comfort and Deliverance. Ver. 153

e 1 M Let mercy plead my cause;

God, consider my distress,

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.

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Ver. 10.

ITH my whole heart I've sought thy face;
O let me never stray,

From thy commands, O Goa of grace,

Nor tread the sinner's way.