o With their whole heart they seek thee, Lord, And serve thee with their hands.

Ver. 165.

e 3 Great is their peace who love thy law,
How firm their souls abide!
-Nor can a bold temptation draw
Their steady feet aside.

Ver. 6.

b 4 Then shall my heart have inward joy,
And keep my face from sh me,
When all thy statutes I obey,

And honour all thy name.

Ver. 21, 118.

e 5 But haughty sinners God will hate,
The proud shall die accurst;
The sons of falsehood and deceit,
Are trodden to the dust.

Ver. 119, 155.

p 6 Vile as the dross the wicked are ; And those, who leave thy ways, Shall see salvation from afar,

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But never taste thy grace.

C. M. SECOND PART. Canterbury. [*]

Devotion: Constant Converse with God.
O thee, before the dawning light,
My gracious God, I pray;

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I meditate thy name by night,

And keep thy law by day.

Ver. 81.

2 My spirit faints to see thy grace;
Thy promise bears me up:

And while salvation long delays,
Thy word supports my hope.
Ver. 164.

3 Seven times a day I lift my hands,
And pay my thanks to thee;
Thy righteous providence demands
Repeated praise from me.

Ver. 62.

4 When midnight darkness veils the skies,

I call thy works to mind;

My thoughts in warm devotion rise,

And sweet acceptance find.

C. M. THIRD PART. St. Ann's. [*]
Sincerity, and devoted Obedience.
Ver. 57, 60.

Soon as I know thy way,
HOU art my portion, O, my God;

My heart makes haste t' obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.

Ver. 30, 14.

2 I choose the path of heav'nly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of thy grace,
I set before mine eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.

Ver. 59.

e 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways;

o Then turn any feet to thy commands, And trust thy pard'ning grace.

Ver. 94, 114.

d 5 Now I am thine,-for ever thine,O save thy servant, Lord!

o Thou art my shield, my hiding place, My hope is in thy word.

Ver. 112.

-6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine, Thy statutes to fulfil ;

• And thus, 'till mortal life shall end, Would I perform thy will.

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C. M. FOURTH PART. Mear. [*]
Instructions from Scripture.

HOW

Ver. 9.

OW shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?

-Thy word the choicest rule imparts,

To keep the conscience clean.

Ver. 130.

o 2 When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.

Ver. 105.

-3 'Tis like the sun, 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 who keep thy law with care, And meditate thy word,

Grow wiser than their teachers are,
And better know the Lord.

Ver. 104, 113.

5 Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the sinner's road;

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

Ver. 89, 90, 91.
g 6 (The starry heav'ns thy rule obey,
The earth maintains her place;
And these thy servants, night and day,
Thy skill and pow'r express.

b7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord,
Have lessons more divine;

g Not earth stands firmer than thy word. Nor stars so nobly shine.)

Ver. 160, 140, 9, 116.

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

That holy book shall guide our youth,

And well suppport our age.

C. M. FIFTH PART. Barby. [*]

Delight in the Scriptures.
Ver. 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 soul with longing melts away,
To hear thy gospel, Lord.

Ver. 3, 13, 54.

3 How doth thy word my heart engage
How well employ my tongue!

And in my tiresome pilgrimage,
Yields me an heav'nly song:
Ver. 19, 103.

4 Am I 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,
For loads of silver well refin'd,
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.

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ORD, I esteem thy judgments right,
And all thy statutes just;

Thence I maintain a constant fight,

With ev'ry flatt'ring 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 compar'd to mine.
C. M. SEVENTH PART.

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Bedford. [*]

Imperfection of Nature: Perfection of Scripture. Ver. 96, Paraphrased.

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'L To form one perfect book;

ET all the Heathen writers join,

Great God, if once compar'd with thine,
How mean their writings look!
2 Not the most perfect rules they gave,
Could shew one sin forgiv'n;
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heav'n.

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

How short the pow'rs 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 ev'ry 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 ev'ry 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 pow'rs rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage.

b 2 l'll read the hist'ries of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight;

While through the promises I 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.