2 I need the Influence of thy Grace,
To speed 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 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 Spirits 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.
1 BLEST be thy Name, eternal LORD!
Owrite within my Mind thy Word;
Let me, inftructed in thy Way,
The Wonders of thy Grace furvey.
What Streams of pureft Knowledge yield
Thy Words in full Difplay reveal'd!
By these the Souls, untaught before,
To Heights of heav'nly Science foar.
3 With facred Thirst my Bosom burn'd,
To Thee my op'ning Mouth I turn'd,
And from thy Precept wife and true
Its life-imparting Spirit drew.
4 How had I perish'd, 'midst my Woes,
But that within my Bosom rose
The Joys which thy Inftruction yield,
And each invading Grief dispell'd!
5 O let my Soul, to Life reftor'd,
Thy Love in lafting Hymns record;
While o'er my Head its Beams fhall fhine,
And make thy great Salvation mine.
I MY Heart's best Portion, LORD, art Thou,
To Thee my Thoughts Obedience vow;
Thy faithful Hand each Woe I feel
Inflicts, and wounds me but to heal.
2 Low in the Duft my Soul is laid,
O reach me, LORD, thy promis'd Aid;
Let thy good SPIRIT to my Heart
His life-fustaining Pow'r impart.
3 Behold me, absent from my Home,
Through Life's wild Maze a Pilgrim roam:
Friend of the Helpless! near me stand,
And fave me from th' Oppreffor's Hand.
Ere yet the Dawn has ftreak'd the Sky,
GOD of my Strength, to Thee I cry ;
Let thy Compaffion, while I pray,
My Night illumine, guide my Day.
5 Thy Counfels on my Thought impreft, Shall footh to Peace my troubled Breast; Thefe, LORD, I'll keep, and fix'd, decree To fhun each Path that leads from Thee.
I SAFE on thy Word my Truft I build,
O Thou my REFUGE and my SHIELD:
My Hope (nor fhall that Hope be vain)
Thy facred Promises sustain.
2 Thefe, my best Wealth, my treafur'd Store, I keep, and view them o'er and o'er :
Thefe Heav'n-ward lift my thoughtful Soul, When Night's dark Shades inveft the Pole. 3 My Hands on thy Commands fhall wait, On thy pure Words I'll meditate, Which fweeter on my Palate dwell Than Honey dropping from its Cell.
4 Long as within this Houfe of Clay
My State Pilgrimage I stay,
Thy Statutes are my Songs-thy Name
Wakes in my Breaft the holy Flame.
5 O turn from Vanity mine Eye,
To me thy quick'ning Strength fupply;
Redeem from Error's Growth my Mind,
Nor leave one baleful Root behind.
I FATHER, I blefs thy gentle Hand;
How kind was thy chaftifing Rod,
That fore'd my Confcience to a Stand,
And brought my wand'ring Soul to GOD!
2 Foolish and vain I went aftray,
Ere I had felt thy Scourges, LORD;
I left my Guide, and loft my Way;
But now I love and keep thy Word.
'Tis good for me to wear the Yoke,
For Pride is apt to rife and fwell;
'Tis good to bear my FATHER's Stroke,
That I might learn his Statutes well.
4 The Law that iffuès from thy Mouth
Shall raife my cheerful Paffions 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 ;
Teach me to know thy wondrous Name,
And guard me safe from Death and Sin.
6 Then All that love and fear the LORD
At my Salvation fhall rejoice;
For I have hoped in thy Word,
And made thy Grace my only Choice.
O GOD I cry'd, with Anguifh ftung,
Nor form'd a fruitless Pray'r,---
"O fave me from the lying Tongue,
"And Lips that would enfnare !"
2 Thou Child of Guilt, to Falfehood bred,
Say, what fhall be thine End?
See keeneft Arrows o'er thy Head,
And quenchlefs Coals, impend,
3 Ah! Woe is Me, to Mefech's Seat
And Kedar's Tents confin'd;
Perpetual Infult doom'd to meet
From Men of restless Mind.
4 When Offers mild of Peace I make,
And friendlieft Terms prepare ;
My Words their flumb'ring Rage awake,
And arm them for the War.
O! from the Hills my Help defcends;
To them I lift mine Eyes:
My Strength on Him alone depends,
Who form'd the Earth and Skies.
2 He, ever watchful, ever nigh,
Forbids thy Feet to flide;
Nor Sleep nor Slumber feals the Eye
Of Ifrael's Guard and Guide.
3 He, at thy Hand, array'd in Might,
His Shield fhall o'er thee fpread:
Nor Sun by Day, nor Moon by Night,
Shall hurt thy favour'd Head,
Safe fhalt thou go, and fafe return,
While He thy Life defends;
Whofe Eyes thy ev'ry Step difcern,
Whose Mercy never ends.
I P to the Hills I lift mine Eyes,
The eternal Hills beyond the Skies;
Thence all her Help my Soul derives ;
There my Almighty REFUGE lives.
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