Ver. 51.
7 [In vain the proud deride me now
I'll ne'er forget thy law;
Nor let that bleffed gofpel go,
Whence all my hopes I draw.
Ver. 27, 171.
8 When I have learn'd my father's will,
I'll teach the world his ways:
My thankful lips, infpir'd with zeal,
Shall loud pronounce his praise.]
PSALM CXIX. Tenth Part. (C. M.) Pleading the promises.
I BEHOLD thy waiting servant, Lord,
Devoted to thy fear;
Remember and confirm thy word,
For all my hopes are there.
Ver. 41, 58, 107.
2 Haft thou not writ falvation down,
And promis'd quick'ning grace.
Doth not my heart addrefs thy throne?
And yet thy love delays.
3 Mine eyes for thy falvation fail,
O bear thy fervant up:
Nor let the fcoffing lips prevail,
Who dare reproach my hope.
4 Didft thou not raise my faith, O L
Then let thy truth appear:
Saints fhall rejoice in my reward,
And truft as well as fear.
PSALM CXIX. Eleventh Part.
Breathing after bolinefs.
IO THAT the Lord would guide my ways
To keep his ftatutes ftill!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!
2 O fend thy fpirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart!
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off my eyes;
Let no corrupt defign,
Nor covetous defires arife
Within this foul of mine.
4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart fincere ;
Let fin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
Ver. 176.
My foul hath gone too far aftray;
My feet too often flip;
et fince I've not forgot thy way,
Reftore thy wand'ring sheep.
Make me to walk in thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road;
or let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.
PSALM CXIX. Twelfth Part.
Breathing after comfort, and Deliverance.
Ver. 153...
1 My God, confider my diftrefs,
Let mercy plead my caufe;
Tho' I have finn'd against thy grace,
I can't forget thy laws.
2 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach,
Which I fo juftly fear;
Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,
Nor let my fhame appear.
Ver. 122, 135.
3 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me,
Nor let the proud oppress;
But make thy waiting fervant fee
The fhinings of thy face..
4 My eyes with expectation fail;
My heart within me cries,
"When will the Lord his truth fulfil,
"And make my comforts rife ?"
Look down upon my forrows, Lord,
And shew thy grace the fame
As thou art ever wont t' afford
To thofe that love thy name.
PSALM CXIX. Thirteenth Part.
Holy fear, and tenderness of conscience.
I WITH my whole heart I've fought th
O let me never ftray
From thy commands, O God of grace,
Nor tread the finner's way.
a Thy word I've hid within my heart,
To keep my confcience clean,
And be an everlasting guard
From ev'ry rising fin.
3 I'm a companion of the faints,
Who fear and love the Lord;
My forrows rife, my nature faints,
When men tranfgrefs thy word.
Ver. 161, 163.
4 While finners do thy gospel wrong,
My fpirit ftands in awe ;
My foul abhors a lying tongue,
But loves thy righteous law.
5 My heart with facred rev'rence hears
The threat'nings of thy word;
My flesh with holy trembling feare
The judgments of the Lord.
Ver. 166, 174.
6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait,
For thy falvation still;
While thy whole law is my delight,
And I obey thy will.
Benefit of afflictions, and support under them.
Ver. 153, 84, 82.
CONSIDER all my forrows, Lord,
And thy deliv'rance fend;
My foul for thy falvation faints,
When will my troubles end!
Ver. 71.
2 Yet I have 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 diftrefs begins!.
I read thy word, I run thy way,
And hate my former fins.
Ver. 92.
4 Had not thy word been my delight
When earthly joys were fled,
My foul oppreft with forrow's weight,
Had funk amongst the dead.
5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Tho' they may feem fevere;
The fharpeft fuff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.
Ver. 67.
6 Before I knew thy chaft'ning rod,
My feet were apt to ftray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.
PSALM CXIX. Fifteenth Part.
Holy refolutions.
THAT thy ftatutes ev'ry hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quick'ning pow'r,
And daily peace I find.
Ver. 15, 16.
2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my fweet employ :
My foul fhall ne'er forget thy word,
Thy word is all my joy.
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