PSALM CXIX. Twelfth Part. Μ Y God, confider my distress, MLet mercy plead my caufe: Though I have finn'd against thy grace, Ver. 139, 116. 2 Forbid, forbid the fharp reproach, Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Ver. 122, 135. 3 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me, Ver. 82. 4 My eyes with expectation fail, 5 Look down upon my forrows, Lord, I As thou art ever wont t'afford PSALM CXIX. Thirteenth Part. With my whole heart I've fought thy face, From thy commands, O God of grace, M Ver. 11. 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart Ver. 63, 53, 158. 3 I'm a companion of the faints, 4 While finners do thy gofpel wrong, 6 My God, long, I hope, I wait For thy salvation still; While thy whole law is my delight, And I obey thy will. PSALM CXIX. Fourteenth Part. Benefit of afflictions, and fupport under them. Ver. 153, 81, 82. Onfider all my forrows, Lord, Cand thy deliv'rance fend; My foul for thy falvation faints, Ver. 71. 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, 3 This is the comfort I enjoy Ver. 92. 4 Had not thy word been my delight 5 Ver. 75. I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, 6 Before I knew thy chaft'ning rod PSALM CXIX. Fifteenth Part. O Ver. 93. That thy ftatutes ev'ry hour 1 Ver. 15, 16. 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, My foul fhall ne'er forget thy word, Ver. 32 3 How would I run in thy commands, Ver. 13, 46.." 4 My lips with courage fhall declare Ver. 61, 69, 70. 5 Let bands of perfecutors rife Let pride and malice forge their lies, 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race, PSALM CXIX. Sixteenth Part. M Y foul lyes cleaving to the dust; From vain defires, and ev'ry luft Left I fhould loiter in my race, Ver. 107. 3 When fore afflictions prefs me down, Thy word that I have rested on Ver. 156, 40. 4 Are not thy mercies fov'reign ftill Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal Ver. 159, 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, 6 Then fhall I love thy gofpel more, I PSALM CXIX. Seventeenth Part. Courage and perfeverance under perfecution; or, Grace fbining in difficulties and trials. Ver. 143, 28 WHEN pain and anguifh feize me Lord, All my fupport is from thy word: My foul diffolves for heaviness, Uphold me with thy ftrength'ning grace. Ver. 51, 69, 110. 2 The proud have fram'd their fcoffs and lies, They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my foul to fnares and fin, Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. Ver. 161, 78. 3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause, |