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,
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.
Pfalm CXIX. 13th Part. C. M. [
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.
Pfalm CXIX. 14th Part. L. M. [b]
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; Q
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.
Pfalm CXX. Common Metre. [
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.
Plalm CXXI. Common Metre. [✯ or b]
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]
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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