Ver. 32.

3 How would I run in thy commands,

If thou my heart discharge
From fin and Satan's hateful chains,

And fet my feet at large?
Ver. 13, 46.

4 My lips with courage shall declare

Thy statutes and thy name;

I'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear,

Nor yield to finful shame.

Ver. 61, 69, 70.

5 Let bands of perfecutors rife

To rob me of my right,

Let pride and malice forge their lies,

Thy law is my delight.

Ver. 115.

6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,
Whose hands and hearts are ill;
I love my God, I love his ways,
And must obey his will.

PSALM CXIX. 16th Part. Com.Metre.

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Prayer for quickening grace.

Ver. 25, 37.

Y foul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine! From vain defires, and ev'ry lust, Turn off thefe eyes of mine.

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 fore afflictions press me down,
I need thy quick'ning pow'rs;

Thy word, that I have rested on,

Shall help my heaviest hours.

Ver. 156, 40.

4 Are not thy mercies sov'reign still,
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heav'nly road?

Ver. 159, 40.

5 Does not my heart thy precepts love,

And long to fee thy face ?
And yet how flow my spirits move,
Without enliv'ning grace !
Ver. 93.

6 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,
When I have felt its quick'ning pow'r,
To draw me near the Lord.

PSALM CXIX. 17th Part. Long Metre. Courage and perseverance under perfecution; or, grace shining in difficulties and trials.

W

Ver. 143, 28.

HEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord,
All my fupport is from thy word:

My foul diffolves for heaviness,

Uphold me with thy strength'ning grace.

Ver. 51, 69, 110.

2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies, They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my foul to snares and fin, 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 fhame

Ya

PSALM CXIX. Last Part. Long Metre. Sanctified afflictions; or, delight in the word of God.

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Ver. 67,59.

ATHER,

I bless thy gentle hand ;

How kind was thy chastising rod,
That fore'd my confcience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring foul to God!
2 Foolish and vain, I went aftray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;
I left my guide, and lost my way,
But now I love and keep thy word.
Ver. 71.

3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rife and fwell;
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.
Ver. 72.

4 The law that issues from thy mouth
Shall raise my cheerful spirits 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 form'd my foul within ;
Teach me to know thy wond'rous name,
And guard me fafe from death and fin.

Ver. 74.

6 Then all that love and fear the Lord,
At my falvation shall rejoice;
For I have hoped in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.

PSALM CXX. Common Metre.

Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, a devout

wish for peace.

HOU God of love, thou ever blest,
Pity my fuff'ring state;

When wilt thou set my foul at rest
From lips that love deceit ?

2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast
Among the fons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.

30 might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In fome wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the bleffing that I feek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

5 New paffions still their fouls engage,
And keep their malice strong;
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue !

6 Should burning arrows smite thee through,
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,

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And melt his heart with love.

PSALM CXΧΙ.

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Long Metre.

Divine protection.

P to the hills

I lift mine eyes,

Th' eternal hills beyond the skies ;

Thence all her help my foul derives ; There my Almighty Refuge lives. 2 He lives; the everlasting God,

That built the world, that fpread the flood; The heav'ns with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead.

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He fpreads the ev'ning vale, and keeps
The filent hours while Ifrael sleeps.

4 Ifrael, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber nor surprise.

5 No fun shall smite thy head by day,
Nor the pale moon with fickly ray
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far.

6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return,
Safe in the Lord! his heav'nly care
Defends thy life from ev'ry snare.

7 On thee foul spirits have no pow'r;
And in thy last departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

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PSALM CXXI. Common Metre.

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Prefervation by day and night.

O heav'n

I lift my waiting eyes,

There all my hopes are laid;
The Lord that built the earth and skies
Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never flide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep :
His ear attends the softest call;
His eyes can never fleep.

3 He will fustain our weakest pow'rs
With his Almighty arm,