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Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my God.
3 This is the comfort I enjoy
When new distress begins;
And hate my former fins.
4 Had not thy word been my delight
When earthly joys were Aed,
Had funk amongst the dead.
5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Tho' they may seem fevere;
My feet were apt to stray;
That thy statutes ev'ry hour
Might dwell upon my mind:
Ver. 15, 16.
Shall be my fweet employ;
3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
Ver. 13, 46.
Thy statutes and thy name; I'll speak thy word, tho' kings should hear, Nor yield to finful shame.
Ver. 61, 69, 70. 5 Let bands of persecutors rise
To rob me of my right,
Thy law is my delight.
6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,
Whose hands and hearts are ill:
Ver. 25, 37
Lord, give me life divine:
Turn off these eyes of mine. 2 I need the influence of thy grace
To speed me in thy way, Left I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray.
end 3 When fore affiliations press me down,
I need thy quickning pow'rs; Thy word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
Ver. 156, 40.
Aud thou a faithful God?
Ver. 159, 40.
And long to see thy face?
Without 'enliv’ning grace !
6 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,
To draw me near the Lord.
Courage and perseverance under persecution ; or,
Ver. 143, 28.
All my support is from thy word:
Ver. 51, 69, 110. 2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies,
They watch my feet with envious eyes,
Ver. 161, 78.
They hate to see me love thy laws;
PSALM CXIX. Last Part.
Ver. 67, 59.
How kind was thy chastizing rod,
And brought my wand'ring foul to God! 2 Foolish and vain I went astray
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord,
'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
The law that issues from thy mouth
5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy Spirit form'd my soul within;
6 Then all that love and fear the Lord
At my salvation shall rejoice:
wish for peace.
T Pity my fuf'ring fate;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest
From lips that love deceit ?
Among the fons of Arife,
My golden hours of life.
How would I chuse to dwell
And leave these gates of hell ! 4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms!
They all declare for arms.
And keep their malice frong,
O`thou devouring tongue !
Strict justice would approve
And melt his heart with love.
PSALM CXXI. Long Metre.
U to'eternal hilis beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my foul derives;
There my almighty Refuge lives. 2 He lives; the everlasting God,
That built the world, that spread the flood;