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Pfalm CXIX. Twelfth Part. C. M.

The Benefit of Affli&tions.

CONSIDER 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.

3 This is the comfort I enjoy,
When new distress 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,

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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.

WATTS

Pfalm CXIX. 13th Part. C. M. [

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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.
2 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 press me down,
I need thy quick'ning powers;
Thy word that I have refted 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 gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word;

When I have felt its quick'ning power,
To draw me near the Lord.

WATTS.

Pfalm CXIX. 14th Part. L. M. [b]

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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.
3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rife and fwell;
"Tis good to bear my Father's ftroke,
That I may learn his ftatutes well..
4 The law that iffues from thy mouth,
Shall raise my cheerful paffions more
Than all the treafures 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 every fin.

6 Then those who love and fear the Lord, In my falvation fhall rejoice;

For I have trusted in thy word,

And make thy grace my only choice.

WATTS

Pfalm CXX. Common Metre. [

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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 restless 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 bleffing that I feek,
And friendly terms prepare;
But when to them of peace 1 fpeak,
They all for war declare.

5 New paflions ftill 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.

WATTS and MERRICK.,

Plalm CXXI. Common Metre. [✯ or b]

Divine Preferation.

ROM Zion's hill, my help defcends;
To God I lift mine cyes

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 flumber feals the eye
Of Ifrael's faithful Guide.

3 He will fuftain my feeble powers
With his almighty arm;

And watch my most unguarded hours
Against all fatal harm.

4 Then let my foul fecurely rest,
My guardian is the Lord;

His power which makes my flumbers bleft,
Protection will afford.

5 Nor fcorching fun, nor fickly moon,
Will he permit to fmite;

He fields my head from burning noon,
From noxious damps by night.

6 At home, abroad, in peace, in war,
God will my life defend;
Conduct me free from every fnare,
Safe to my journey's end.

TATE, WATTS, and MERRICK.

laim CXXI. Hallelujah Metre. [or h]

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Divine Prefervation.

God I lift my eyes,
From whom is all my aid;

The God who built the skies,
And earth's foundation laid,
God is the tower

To which I fly;

His grace is nigh
In every hour.

2 My feet fhall never slide,

And fall in fatal fnares;

Since God, my heavenly guide,

Will diffipate my fears.

Those wakeful eyes
Which never fleep,

Shall Ifrael keep,
When dangers rife.

3 No burning heat by day,
Nor blaft of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health awaya
If God be with me there.

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