PSALM CXIX. 4th Part. Com. Metre.

Inftruction from Scripture.
Ver. 9.

WOW fhall the young fecure their hearts,

HOV And guard their lives from fin?

Thy word the choicest rules imparts,
To keep the confcience clean.

Ver. 130.

2 When once it enters to the mind,
It fpreads fuch light abroad,
The meanest fouls inftruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.
Ver. 105.

3 'Tis like the fun, a heav'nly light,
That guides us all the day;
And through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.

Ver. 99, 100.

4 The men that keep thy law with care,
And meditate thy word,
Grow wifer than their teachers are,
And better know the Lord.

Ver. 104, 113.

5 Thy precepts make me truly wife;
I hate the finner's road :

I hate my own vain thoughts that rife,
But love thy law, my God.

Ver. 89, 90, 91.
6 [The ftarry heav'ns thy rule obey,
The earth maintains her place:
And these thy fervants, night and day,
Thy fkill and pow'r exprefs.

7 But ftill thy law and gofpel, Lord, Have leffons more divine;

Not earth ftands firmer than thy word,
Nor ftars fo nobly fhine.]
Ver. 160, 140, 9, 116.

8 Thy word is everlasting truth,
How pure is ev'ry page!

That holy book fhall guide our youth,
And well fupport our age.

PSALM CXIX. 5th Part. Com. Metre.

Delight in fcripture; or, the word of God dwelling

in us.

Verse 97.

HOW I love thy holy law!
'Tis daily my delight:

And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.

Ver. 148.

2 My waking eyes prevent the day,
To meditate thy word:
My foul with longing melts away
To hear thy gofpel, Lord.

Ver. 3, 13, 54.

3 How doth thy word my heart engage!
How well employ my tongue!
And in my tirefome pilgrimage
Yields me a heav'nly fong.

Ver. 19, 103.

4 Am 1 a stranger, or at home,
'Tis my perpetual feast ;

Not honey dropping from the comb
So much allures the tafte.

Ver. 72, 127.

5 No treasures fo enrich the mind
Nor fhall thy word be fold
For loads of filver well refin'd,
Nor heaps of choicest gold.

Ver. 28, 49, 175.

6 When nature finks, and fpirits droop,
Thy promifes of grace

Are pillars to fupport my hope,
And there I write thy praise.

PSALM CXIX. 6th Part. Com. Metre.
Holiness and comfort from the word.
Ver. 128.

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ORD, I efteem thy judgments right,
And all thy ftatutes juft;

Thence I maintain a conftant fight
With ev'ry flatt'ring luft.

Ver. 97, 9.

2 Thy precepts often I furvey:
I keep thy law in fight,
Through all the bufinefs of the day,
To forin my actions right.

Ver. 62.

3 My heart in midnight filence cries, "How fweet thy comforts be !" My thoughts in holy wonder rife, And bring their thanks to thee.

Ver. 162.

4 And when my fpirit drinks her fill,
At fome good word of thine,
Not mighty men that share the spoil
Have joys compar'd to mine.

PSALM CXIX. 7th Part. Com. Metre.
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of fcripture.

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Ver. 96 paraphrased.

ET all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book,

Great God, if once compar'd with thine,
How mean their writings look!

2 Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could fhew one fin forgiv'n,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heav'n,

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I've feen an end of what we call
Perfection here below;

How fhort the pow'rs of nature fall,
And can no farther go !

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

5 In vain we boaft perfection here,
While fin defiles our frame ;
And finks our virtues down fo far,
They fearce deferve the name.
6 Our faith and love, and ev'ry grace,
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

PSALM CXIX. 8th Part. Com. Metre.
The word of God is the faint's portion; or, the
excellency and variety of fcripture.
Ver. 111 paraphrased.

I ORD, I have made thy word my choice,
My lafting heritage;

There fhall my nobleft pow'rs rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.

2 I'll read the hift'ries of thy love,
And keep thy laws in fight,
While through thy promises I rove
With ever fresh delight.

3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where fprings of life arise;
Seeds of immortal blifs are fown,
And hidden glory lies.

4

The best relief that mourners have,
It makes our forrows bleft ;

Our fairest hope beyond the grave,

And our eternal reft.

PSALM CXIX. 9th Part. Com. Metre.

Defire of knowledge; or, the teaching of the Spirit with the word.

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Ver. 64, 68, 18,

HY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, How good thy works appear! Open mine eyes to read thy word, And fee thy wonders there.

Ver. 73, 125.

2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand, My fervice is thy due;

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O make thy fervant understand
The duties he must do,

Ver. 19.

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

But mark the road my feet fhould go,
And be my conftant guide.

Ver. 26.

4 When I confefs'd my wand'ring ways,
Thou heardft my foul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,
Or I fhall ftray again.

Ver. 33, 34.

5 If God to me his ftatutes fhew, And heav'nly truth impart,