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2 I need the Influence of thy Grace,
To speed me in thy Way,
Or turn my Feet aftray.
I need thy quick’ning Pow'rs;
Shall help my heaviest Hours.
And Thou a faithful God?
To run the heav'nly Road ?
And long to see thy Face?
Without enliv'ning Grace !
And ne'er forget thy Word,
To draw mę near the LORD.
1 BLEST be thy Name, eternal LORD!
O write within my Mind thy Word;
The Wonders of thy Grace survey.
Thy Words in full Display reveald!
3 With sacred Thirst my Bosom burn'd,
To Thee my op’ning Mouth I turn’d,
Its life-imparting Spirit drew.
But that within my Bosom rose
And each invading Grief dispellid ! 5. let my Soul, to Life restor’d,
Thy Love in lafting Hymns record ; While o'er my Head its Beams shall shine, And make thy great Salvation mine.
I MY Heart's best Portion, LORD, art Thou,
To Thee my Thoughts Obedience vow;
O reach me, LORD, thy promis'd Aid;
His life-sustaining Pow'r impart.
Through Life's wild Maze a Pilgrim roam :
And save me from th’ Oppressor's Hand. 4 Ere yet the Dawn has streak’d the Sky, ,
God of my Strength, to Thee I cry;
5 Thy Counsels on my Thought impreft,
Shall footh to Peace my troubled Breast;
O Thou my REFUGE and my SHIELD:
Thy sacred Promises sustain.
I keep, and view them o'er and o'er :
When Night's dark Shades inveit the Pole. 3 My Hands on thy Commands shall wait,
On thy pure Words I'll meditate,
Than Honey dropping from its Cell. 4 Long as within this House of Clay
My State,st Pilgrimage. I stay,
Wakes in my Breast the holy Flame.
To me thy quick’ning Strength supply;
How kind was thy chastising Rod,
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; 'Tis good to bear my Father's Stroke,
That I might learn his Statutes well. 4. The Law that issues from thy Mouth Shall raise
cheerful Passions more Than all the Treasures of the South,
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;
PSA L M CXX.
O God I cry'd, with Anguish ftung,
Nor form'd a fruitless Pray'r,-
“ And Lips that would ensnare !” 2 Thou Child of Guilt, to Falsehood bred, :
Say, what shall be thine End? See keenest Arrows o'er thy Head, 1 And quenchless Coals, impend,
3 Ah! Woe is Me, to Mefech's Seat
And Kedar's Tents confin'd;
From Men of restless Mind.
And friendliest Terms prepare ;
And arm them for the War.
To them I lift mine Eyes :
Who form’d the Earth and Skies.
Forbids thy Feet to Ride ;
Of Ifrael's Guard and Guide.
His Shield shall o'er thee spread :
Shall hurt thy favour'd Head.
While He thy Life defends;
Whose Mercy never ends.
Th'eternal Hills beyond the Skies ;