4 But in thy law, and gospel, Lord,
Are leffons more divine;

Not earth ftands firmer than thy word,
Nor ftars fo nobly fhine.

5 Thy word is everlasting truth;
How pure is every page!

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

WATTS.

Pfalm CXIX. Fifth Part. L. M. [b] Godly Sorrow for the Sins of Men.

RISE, my tender thoughts, arife;

ARISE,

Let torrents drown my weeping eyes; And thou, my heart, with anguifh feel Thofe evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human beings funk in fhame See fcandals pour'd on Jefus' name; See God infulted through his Son, 'The world abus'd, the foul undone. 3 My heart with reverence hears thy word, And trembles at thy threat'nings, Lord; I know the wretched, dreadful end To which their careless steps defcend. 4 My God, the mournful fcene I.view, With horror and with pity too; O could my fympathy reclaim

The wretches from deftructive flame!
5 But feeble my compaffion proves,
It can but weep, where moft it loves;
Thy own all-faving grace employ,
And turn thefe drops of grief to joy.

DODDRIDGE

Pfalm CXIX. 6th Part. C. M. [* or b]

Delight in the Word of God.

HOW I love thy holy law,
'Tis daily my delight;
And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.

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

3 When midnight darknefs veils the fkies,
I call thy words to mind;
My thoughts in warm devotion rife,
And God's acceptance find.

4 How doth thy word my heart engage;
How well employ my tongue!
It cheers my tiresome pilgrimage,
And yields a heav'nly fong!

5 Am I a ftranger, or at home,

'Tis

my

continual feaft: Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the tafte.

6 No treasures fo enrich the mind, Nor fhall thy word be fold

7

For loads of filver well refin'd,
Nor heaps of fhining gold.

When nature finks and fpirits droop,
Thy promises of grace

Are pillars to fupport my hope,

And clevate my praise.

WATTS

Plaim CXIX. 7th Part. C. M. [or b]

The Variety and Comfort of the divine Word.

ORD, I have made thy word my choice,
Thy ftatutes all are juft;
They make my nobleft powers rejoice,
And mortify my luft,

2 Thy precepts often I furvey,
And keep thy laws in fight;
Through all the bufinefs of the day,
To form my actions right.

And when my fpirit takes her fill
From fountains fo divine,

Not mighty men that share the spoil,
Have joy compar'd to mine.

I read the hift'ries of thy love,
And keep thy grace in fight;
Whilft through the promises I rove
With ever new delight.

'Tis like a land of wealth unknown,
Where living fprings arise;

Seeds of immortal blifs are fown,

And hidden glory lies.

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

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Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal reft.

WATTS

Pfalm CXIX. 8th Part. C. M. [*ort]

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The Perfection of Scripture.

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 fhow one fin forgiven;
Nor lead a ftep beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heaven.
3 I've feen an end of what we call
Perfection, here below;

How fhort the powers of nature fall,
And can no farther go.

4 But thy commands, O righteous Lord,
Pervade the heart within;

Thy perfect law, exceeding broad,
Detects the secret fin.

5 In vain we boaft perfection here,
While fin defiles our frame,
And finks our virtues down fo far,
They scarce deserve the name.
6 Our faith, and love, and every grace
Fall far beneath thy word;

But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

WATTS, varied.

Plaim CXIX. 9th Part. C. M. [* or bl

THow

Defire of Divine Knowledge.

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

2 My flesh, by thy creating hands,
Is form'd with care and fkill;
O make me learn thy just commands,
That I may them fulfil.

3 Since I'm a ftranger here below,
Be thou my conftant guide;

Direct the way my feet fhall go,
Nor let me turn afide.

4 If thou to me thy ftatutes fhew,
And heav'nly truth impart;
Thy work forever I'll purfue,

Thy law fhall rule my heart.
5 From thofe vain objects turn my fight,
Which this falfe world difplays;
But give me heav'nly power and light,
To tread thy righteous ways.

TATE and WATTS.

Pfalm CXIX. Tenth Part, C. M. [b]

Breathing after Holiness.

THAT the Lord would guide my ways,
To keep his ftatutes ftill;

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

2 Send thy good Spirit, Lord, to write
Thy law upon my heart,

3

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

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 confcience clear.

5 My foul hath gone too far aftray,
My feet too often slide ;

O bring me back to virtue's way2
And be thy truth my guide.