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PSALM 119.—15th Part. C. M. [*]

Holy resolutions.

Ver. 93.

THAT thy statutes, every hour, Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quickening power, And daily peace I find.

Ver. 15, 16.

2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne'er forget thy word,
Thy word is all my joy.

Ver. 32.

3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
From sin and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large!

Ver. 13, 46.

4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name;

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I'll speak thy word, though kings should Nor yield to sinful shame.

Ver. 61, 69, 70.

5 Let bands of persecutors rise

To rob me of my right;

Let pride and malice forge their lis
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 119.-16th Part. C. M. [b]
Prayer for quickening grace.

Ver. 25, 27.

MY soul lies cleaving to the dust;

Lord, give me life divine!

From vain desires, and every lust,
Turn off these eyes of mine.

2 I need the influence of thy grace
To speed me in thy war,
Lest I should loiter in my race
Or turn my feet astray.

Ver, 107.

3 When sore afflictions press me down,
I need thy quickening powers;
Thy word that I have rested on,
Shall help my heaviest hours

Ver. 156, 40.

4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still,
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heavenly road?
Ver. 159, 40.

5 Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move,
Without enlivening grace!

Ver. 93.

6 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word,

When I have felt its quickening power, To draw me near the Lord.

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PSALM 119.-17th Part. L. M. [b] Courage and perseverance under persecution; or, grace shining in difficulties and trials. Ver. 143, 28.

1 WHEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord,

My soul dissolves for heaviness,

Uphold me with thy strengthening grace,

Ver. 51, 69, 110.

[lies, 2 The proud have fram❜d their scoffs and They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my soul to snares and sin; 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 shame.

PSALM 119.-Last Part. L. M. [b] Sanctified afflictions; or, delight in the word of

God.

That forc'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wandering soul to God! 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray, 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.

"Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell;

'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 passions 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 soul within;
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.
Ver. 74.

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

PSALM 120.-C. M. [b]

Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, « devout wish for peace.

1

THOU God of love, thou ever blest,

Trity my suffering state;

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

2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast
Among the sons 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 dweil
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of heil!

Peace is the blessing that I seek;'
How lovely are its charms!

I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

5 New passions still their souls 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,
And melt his heart with love.

PSALM 121.-L. M. [*]
Divine protection.

"P to the hills I lift mine eyes,

1Th eternal hills beyond the skies;

Thence all her help my soul derives;
There my Almighty Refuge lives.

2 He lives; the everlasting God,

That built the world, that spread the flood,
The heavens 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 spreads the evening vale, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

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

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