6 When I have learn'd my FATHER'S Will,
I'll teach the World his Ways;
My thankful Lips, infpir'd with Zeal,
Shall loud pronounce his Praife.
PART X.
I BEHOLD thy waiting Servant, LORD,
Devoted to thy Fear;
Remember and confirm thy Word,
For all my Hopes are there.
2 Haft Thou not writ Salvation down,
And promis'd quick'ning Grace?
Doth not my Heart addrefs thy Throne ?
And yet thy Love delays.
3 Mine Eyes for thy Salvation fail; O bear thy Servant up;
Nor let the fcoffing Lips prevail,
Who dare reproach my Hope.
Didft Thou not raise my Faith, O LORD?
Then let thy Truth appear:
Saints fhall rejoice in my Reward,
And truft as well as fear.
IO THAT the LORD would guide my Ways,
To keep his Statutes ftill!
O that my GOD would grant me Grace,
To know and do his Will!
2 O fend thy SPIRIT down to write
Thy Law upon my Heart!
Nor let my Tongue indulge Deceit,
Nor act the Liar's Part.
From Vanity turn off my Eyes;
Let no corrupt Defign,
Nor covetous Defires, arife
Within this Soul of mine.
4 Order my Footsteps by thy Word,
And make my Heart fincere ;
Let Sin have no Dominion, LORD,
But keep my Confcience clear.
5 My Soul hath gone too far aftray;
My Feet too often slip;
Yet fince I've not forgot thy Way,
Restore thy wand'ring Sheep.
6 Make me to walk in thy Commands,
'Tis a delightful Road;
Nor let my Head, or Heart, or Hands,
Offend against my GoD.
1 MY GOD confider my Diftrefs,
Let Mercy plead my Caufe;
Though I have finn'd against thy Grace,
I can't forget thy Laws.
2 Forbid, forbid the fharp Reproach
Which I fo juftly fear;
Uphold my Life, uphold my Hopes,
Nor let my Shame appear.
3 Be Thou a Surety, LORD, for me,
Nor let the Proud oppress;
But make thy waiting Servant fee
The Shinings of thy Face.
4 My Eyes with Expectation fail,
My Heart within me cries,
"When will the LORD his Truth fulfil,
"And make my Comforts rise ?"
5 Look down upon my Sorrows, Lord,
And fhew thy Grace the fame
As Thou art ever wont t' afford
To thofe that love thy Name.
1 WITH my whole Heart I've fought thy Face, O let me never stray
From thy Commands, O GOD of Grace,
Nor tread the Sinners Way.
2 Thy Word I've hid within my Heart,
To keep my Confcience clean;
And be an everlasting Guard
From ev'ry rifing Sin.
3 I'm a Companion of the Saints,
Who fear and love the LORD;
My Sorrows rife, my Nature faints,
When Men tranfgrefs thy Word.
While Sinners do thy Gospel wrong,
My Spirit ftands in Awe
My Soul abhors a lying Tongue,
But loves thy righteous Law.
5 My Heart with facred Rev'rence hears
The Threat'nings of thy Word:
My Flesh with holy Trembling fears
The Judgments of the LORD.
6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait,
For thy Salvation ftill:
While thy whole Law is my Delight,
And I obey thy Will.
I CONSIDER all my Sorrows, LORD,
And thy Deliv'rance send;
My Soul for thy Salvation faints;
When will my Troubles end?
2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me
To bear my
FATHER'S Rod:
Afflictions make me learn thy Law,
And live upon my God.
3 This is the Comfort I enjoy
When new Distress begins,
I read thy Word, I run thy Way,
And hate my former Sins.
4 Had not thy Word been my Delight,
When earthly Joys were fled,
My Soul, opprefs'd with Sorrow's Weight,
Had funk amongst the Dead.
5 I know thy Judgments, LORD, are right,
Though they may seem severe:
The fharpeft Suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful Care.
6 Before I knew thy chaft'ning Rod,
My Feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy Word,
Nor wander from thy Way.
1 O THAT thy Statutes ev'ry Hour
Might dwell upon my Mind!
Thence I derive a quick'ning Pow'r,
And daily Peace I find.
2 To meditate thy Precepts, LORD,
Shall be my fweet Employ;
My Soul fhall ne'er forget thy Word,
Thy Word is all my Joy.
3 How would I run in thy Commands,
If Thou my Heart discharge
From Sin and Satan's hateful Chains,
And fet my Feet at large!
4 My Lips with Courage fhall declare
Thy Statutes and thy Name;
I'll fpeak thy Word, though Kings shouldhear,
Nor yield to finful Shame.
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.
I MY Soul lies cleaving to the Dust;
LORD, give me Life divine;
From vain Defires and ev'ry Luft
Turn off these Eyes of mine.
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