3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
From fin and Satan's hateful chains,
And fet my feet at large?
4 My lips with courage fhall declare
Thy ftatutes and thy name;
I'll speak thy word tho' kings should hear,
Nor yield to finful shame.
Ver. 61, 69, 70.
5 Let bands of perfecutors rife
To rob me of my right,
Let pride and malice forge their lies,
Thy law is my delight.
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.
Prayer for quickening grace.
Ver. 25, 27.
My foul lies cleaving to the duft;
Lord, give me life divine! -
From vain defires, and ev'ry luft,
Turn off thefe eyes of mine.
I need the influence of thy grace
To fpeed me in thy 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 pow'rs;
Thy word that I have rested on,
Shall help my heaviest hours.
Ver. 156, 40.
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?
Ver. 159, 40.
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 pow'r
To draw me near the Lord.
PSALM CXIX. Seventeenth Part. Courage and perfeverence under perfecution: or, grace fbining in difficulties and trials.
HEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord,
All my fupport is from thy word;
My foul diffolves for heaviness:
Uphold me with thy ftrength'ning gra
Ver. 51, 69, 110.
2 The proud have fram'd their fcoffs an
They watch my feet with envious ey
And tempt my foul to fnares and fin
Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.
3 They hate me, Lord, without a caufe,
They hate to fee me love thy laws,
But I will trust and fear thy name,
Till pride and malice die with fhame.
PSALM CXIX. Laft Part. Sanctified afflictions; or, delight in the sword of
1 FATHER, I blefs thy gentle hand;
How kind was thy chaffifing rod,
That forc'd my confcience to a ftand,
And brought my wand'ring foul to God.
2 Foolish and vain, I went aftray;
Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord,
I left my guide, and lost my way;
But now I love and keep thy word.
Ver. 71.
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 might learn his ftatutes well
4 The law that iffues from thy mouth,
Shall raife 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 know thy wond'rous name,
And guard me fafe froin death and fin.
Ver. 74.
6 Then all that love and feat the Lord,
At my falvation fhall rejoice;"
For I have hoped in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.
Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, a devout wish for peace.
I THOU God of love, thou Ever-bleft,
Pity my fuff'ring state:
When wilt thou fet my foul at rest,
From lips that love deceit ?
2 Hard lot of mine! my days are caft
Among the fons of strife,
Whofe never-ceafing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.
3 O might 1 fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In fome wide lonefome wilderness,
And leave thefe gates of hell!
4 Peace is the bleffing that I feek;
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
5 New paffions ftill their fouls engage,
And keep their malice strong;
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!
6 Should burning arrows fmite thee thro',
Strict Juftice would approve:
But I had rather fpare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.
PSALM CXXI. 1, 3, 5—7, 11. (L. M
P to the hills I lift mine eyes,
Th' eternal hills beyond the skies ;
Thence all her help my foul derives;
There my Almighty Refuge lives.
2 He lives, the everlasting God,
That built the world, that spread the flood
The heav'ns with all their hofts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.
3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning fmiles blefs all the day:
He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps.
The filent hours while Ifr'el fleeps.
4 Ifr'el, a name divinely bleft,
May rife fecure, fecurely reft;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no flumber nor furprise.
5 No fun fhall fmite thy head by day
Nor the pale moon with fickly ray
Shall blast thy couch: no baleful ftar
Dart his malignant fire from far.
6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and ftill return,
Safe in the Lord! his heav'nly care
Defends thy life from ev'ry fnare.
7 On thee foul spirits have no pow'r ;
And in thy laft departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.
PSALM CXXI. (C. M.)
Prefervation by day and night.
To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid;
The Lord who built the earth and fkies,
Is my perpetual aid.
heir feet fhall never flide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep;
His ear attends the fofteft call;
His eyes can never sleep.
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