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The sharpest suff’rings, I endure,
Flow from thy faithful care.
My feet were apt to stray ;
Nor wander from thy way.
THAT thy statutes ev'ry hour
Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quick’ning pow'r,
And daily peace I find.
Shall be my sweet employ;
Thy word is all my joy.
Should'st thou my heart discharge From sin, and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large ! 4. My lips with courage shall declare
Thy statutes and thy name; I'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear,
Nor yield to sinful shame. 5 Let bands of persecutors rise
To rob me of my right;
Thy law is my delight.
, Whose hands and hearts are ill : I love my God, I love his ways,
And must obey his will.
PSALM 119. Sixteenth Part. C. M.
Prayer for quickening grace. 1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust
Lord, give me life divine : From vain desires and ev'ry lusty
Turn off these eyes of mine, 2 I need the influ'nce of thy grace
To speed me in thy way ; Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray. 3 When sore afflictions press me down,
I need thy quick’ning pow'rs; Thy word, that I have rested on,
Shall cheer my heaviest hours.
And thou a faithful God?
To run the heay’nly road ?
And long to see thy face?
Without enliy’ning grace!
And ne'er forget thy word ;
To draw me near the Lord.
Grace shining in difficulties and trials.
THEN pain and anguish seize me, 'Lor
my, support is from thy word : My soul dissolves with heaviness,
Uphold me with thy strength’ning grace. 2 The proud have fram’d their scoffs and lie
They watch my feet with envious eyes;
And tempt my soul to snares and sin;
Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.
They hate to see me love thy laws;
How kind was thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God! 2 Foolish and vain I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;
But now I love and keep thy word. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell :
That I might learn his statutes well.
Shall raise my cheerful passions more,
Or Western hills of golden ore. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy Spirit form'd my soul within :
And guard me safe from death and sin. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord,
At my salvation shall rejoice :
PSALM 119. Nineteenth Part. L. M.
Fervency in prayer. 1
in , When to thy footstool, Lord, I come : My soul with God would leave her cares,
And hope for mercy from the throne. 2 Kindle a flame of love and zeal, While wrestling for the grace I need;
I Bring me by faith within the vail,
And help me ardently to plead.
I will not yield to unbelief;
Resting upon the Word.
And do as
And give the promis'd aid. 2 Repeated mercies in a train
Demand my gratitude ;
That more will be bestow'd.
Nor let my soul complain ;
My hopes are still in vain.
An appeal to the Scarcher of hearts. 1
2 Sinners of state with pow'r array'd,
Who fear not God, nor man regard,
But all their hatred I defy.
Thence I my highest comforts draw:
If God be for me, all is well.
Revive my heart, increase my faith :
O! make me be what I profess.
With mingled praises to the throne:
And plead in my Redeemer's name. 6 Strong peace have they, who love thy law;
Firm on a rock their hopes are built ;
And nothing can detain them here. 7 Seal to my soul thy pard’ning love,
Let strength be equal to my day;
And eager press, to seize the prize.
O! search my heart, and try my ways; Thy word I love, thy judgments fear, And tremble, while I pray and praise. PSALM 119. Twenty-Second Part. C.M.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep. I , 1
To Christ, the Father gave;
His arm is strong to save.