Thy righteous providence demands
Repeated praise from me.

Ver. 62.
4 When midnight-darkness veils the skies,

I call thy works to mind;
My thoughts in warm devotion rife,
And sweet acceptance find.;

PSALM CXIX. Third Part.
Profellions of sincerity, repentance, and obedience.

Ver. 57, 60,
HO.U art my portion, O my God:

Soon as I know thy way,
My heart makes haste t'obey thy word,
And suffers oo delay.

Ver. 30, 14.
2 I chuse the path of heav'nly truth,

Aad glory in my choice:
Not all the riches of the earth

Could make me so rejoice.
3 The testimonies of thy grace,

I set before my eyes ;
Thence I derive my daily strength,

And there my comfort lyes.

Ver. 59

Ver.

4 If once I wander from thy path,

I think upon my ways,
Then turn my feet to thy commands,
And trust thy pard'aing grace.

94, 114.
5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,

O save thy fervant, Lord:
Thou art my field, my hiding place,
My hope is in thy word.

Ver. 112.
á Thou hast inclio'd this heart of mine

Thy statutes to fulfil:

And thus till mortal life shall end

Would I perform thy will.

PSALM CXIX. Fourth part.

Instruction from scripture.

Ver. 9.

HOW

OW shall the young secure their hearts,

And guard their lives from fin; Thy word the choicelt rules imparts

To keep the conscience clean.

Ver. 130.

2 When once it enters to the mind,

It spreads such light abroad, The meanest fouls instruction find,

And raise ibeir thoughts to God.

Ver. 105.

3

3 'Tis like the fun, a heav'nly light

That guides us all the day;
And through the dangers of the night
A lamp to lead our way.

Ver. 99, 100.
4 The men that keep thy law with care,

And meditate thy word,
Grow wiser than their teachers are,.
And better know the Lord.

Ver. 104, 113:
5 Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the singer's road;

1 I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God.

Ver. 89, 90, 91, ó [The starry heav'ns thy rule obey,

The earth maintains her place; And these thy servants night and day

Thy skill and pow'r express.

7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord,

Have lessons more divine;
Not earth stands firmer than thy word,
Nor stars so nobly shine.]

Ver. 100, 140, 9, 116. 8 Thy word is everlasting truth;

How pure is ev'ry page!
That holy book ihall guide our youth,
And well support our age.

PSALM CXIX. Fifth Part.
Delight in fcripture; or, The word of God dwelling

in us. Ver. 97

O

How I love thy holy law!

'Tis daily my delight: And thence my meditations drasy

Divine advice by nighi.

Ver. 143.

2 My waking eyes prevent the day

To mediráte thy word:
My soul with longing melts away
To hear thy golpel, Lord.

Ver. 3, 13, 57
3 How doth thy word my heart eagage!

How well employ my tongue
And is my tirelome pilgrimage
Yields me a heav'nly fong.

Ver. 19, 103
4 Am I a stranger, or at home,

'Tis my perpetual feast;
Not honey dropping trom the comb
So mach allures the taste.

Ver. 72, 127
5 No treasures fo enrich the mind;

Nor shall thy word be fold

?

For loads of filver well refin'd,
Nor heaps of choicest gold,

Ver, 28, 49, 175.
6 When Dature finks, and spirits droop,

Thy promises of grace
Are pillars to support my hope,
And there I.write thy praise.
PSALM CXIX. Sixth Part.
Holiness and comfort from the word.

Ver. 128.
ORD, I esteem thy judgments right,

And all thy statutes just;
Thence I maintain a constant fight

With ev'ry flate’ring lukt.

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Ver. 97, 9.

2 Thy precepts often I survey:

I keep thy law in sight,
Thro' all the bus'ness of the day,
To form my actions right.

Ver. 62.
3 My heart io midnight filence cries,

“ How sweet thy comforts be;"? My thoughts in holy wonder rise, And bring their thanks to the

Ver. 162.
4 And when my spirit drinks her fill,

At fome good word of thine,
Not mighty men that share the spoil
Have joys compar'd to mice.

PSALM CXIX. Seventh Part,
Imperfection of nature, and perfe&tion of fcripture.

Ver. 96. paraphrased.
ET all the heathen writers join,

To form one perfect book,
Great God ! if once compar'd with thine,

How mean their writings look!

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2 Not the most perfect rules they gave

Could shew one fin forgivin,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;

But thine conduct to heav'n. 3 I've seen an end of what we call

Perfection here below;
How short the pow'rs of nature fall,
And can no farther

go.
4 Yet men would faio be just with God,

By works their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,

Extend to every thought.
5 In vain we boast perfection here,

While fin de files our frame,
And finks our virtues down so far

They scarce deserve the name.
6 Our faith and love, and ev'ry grace

Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness

Dwell only with the Lord.

PSALM CXIX. Eighth Part.
The word of God is the saints portion; or, The ex-

cellency

and variety of fcripture,

· Ver. 1 1. paraphrased.
ORD; I have made thy word my choice,

My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice,

My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the hist'ries of thy love,

And keep thy laws in sighi,
While thro' the promises I rove,

With ever freih delight.

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