6 Make me to walk in thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands
Offend against my God.
Plalm CXIX. Eleventh Part. C. M. [b] Holy Refolutions.
THAT thy ftatutes every hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quick'ning power,
And daily comfort find.
2 Thy word fhall dwell upon my heart,
To keep me pure within ;
And be an everlasting guard
From every rifing fin.
3 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my fweet employ;
My foul shall ne'er forget thy word
Thy word is all my joy.
4 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
From fin's deceit, and folly's bands,
And fet my feet at large.
5 My lips with courage fhall declare
Thy ftatutes and thy name;
I'll speak thy word, though tyrants hear,
Nor yield to finful shame.
6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,
Whofe hands and hearts are ill;
I love my God, I love his ways,
And must obey his will.
Pfalm CXIX. Twelfth Part. C.M. []
The Benefit of Affli&tions.
YONSIDER all my forrows, Lord,
And thy deliverance fend;
My foul for thy falvation waits,
When will my troubles end!
2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me
To bear my Father's rod;
Afflictions make me learn the law,
And reverence my God.
This is the comfort I enjoy,
When new diftrefs begins;
I read thy word, I run thy ways,
And hate my former fins.
4 Had not thy word been my delight,
When earthly joys were fled,
My foul, opprefs'd with forrow's weight,
Had funk among the dead.
I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Though they may feem fevere;
In all the fuff'rings I endure,
Thy grace and love appear.
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.
Palm CXIX. 13th Part. C. M. [b]
Prayer for quickening Grace.
Y foul lies cleaving to the duft,
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain defires, and every luft,
Turn off thefe eyes of mine.
I need the influence of thy grace,
To speed me in my way;
Left I fhould loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet aftray.
3 When fore afflictions prefs me down,
I need thy quick'ning powers;
Thy word that I have reited on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
4 Are not thy mercies fov'reign ftill ?
And thou a faithful God?
Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal,
To run the heav'nly road?
5 Does not my heart thy precepts love?
And long to fee thy face?.
And yet how flow my fpirits move,
Without enliv'ning grace!.
6 Then fhall I love thy gofpel more,
And ne'er forget thy word;
When I have felt its quick'ning power,
To draw me near the Lord.
Pfalm CXIX. 14th Part. L. M.' [b]
FATHER, I blefs thy gentle hand;
How kind was thy chaftifing rod!
That forc'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 fcourges, Lord;
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I left my guide, and loft my way;
But now I love and keep thy word.
'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 may learn his ftatutes well.
4 The law that iffues from thy mouth,
Shall raife my cheerful paflions more
Than all the treasures of the fouth,
Or western hills of golden ore.
5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy Spirit form'd my foul within;
Teach me to love thy holy name,
And guard me fafe from evéry fin.
6 Then those who love and fear the Lord,
In my falvation fhall rejoice;
For I have trufted in thy word,
And make thy grace my only choice.
Pfalm CXX. Common Metre. [b]
Complaint against Enemies.
HOU God of love, thou ever bleft,
Pity my fuff'ring ftate;
When wilt thou fet my foul
at reft
From men who love deceit ?
2 Ah, woe is me, to have my feat
Among the fons of strife;
Perpetual infult doom'd to meet,
From men of reftlefs life.
3 O might I fly to change my place,
I'd rather choose to roam
In fome wide, lonesome wilderness,
To find a filent home.
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
And friendly terms prepare;
But when to them of peace I fpeak,
They all for war declare.
5 New paffions till their fouls engage,
And keep their malice ftrong;
What fhall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou provoking tongue!
6 Should deadly arrows ftrike thee through,
Strict juftice would approve :
But I had rather fpare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.
Pfalm CXXI. Common Metre. [orb]
Flo God I lift mine eyes
ROM Zion's hill, my help defcends;
My ftrength alone on him depends,
Who built the earth and fkies.
2 He, ever watchful, ever nigh,
Forbids my feet to flide;
No fleep nor lumber feals the eye
Of Ifrael's faithful Guide.
He will fuftain my feeble powers
With his almighty arm;
And watch my moft unguarded hours.
Against all fatal harm.
4 Then let my foul fecurely reft,
My guardian is the Lord;
His power which makes my flumbers bleft, Protection will afford.
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