Ver. 32.

3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge
From fin and Satan's hateful chains,
And fet my feet at large?
Ver. 13, 46.

4 My lips with courage thall declare
Thy ftatutes and thy name;
I'll speak thy word, tho' kings fhould hear,
'Nor yield to finful fhame.

Ver. 61, 69, 70.
5 Let bands of perfecutors rife
To rob me of my right,

Let pride and malice forge their lies,
Thy law is my delight.

Ver. 115.

6 Depart from me, ye wicked race,
Whofe hands and hearts are ill;
I love my God, I love his ways,
And must obey his will.

PSALM CXIX. 16th Part. Com.Metre.

Prayer for quickening grace.

Ver. 25, 37.

M Y foul lies cleaving to the duft;

Lord, give me life divine!

From vain defires, and ev'ry luft,
Turn off thefe eyes of mine.

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.

Ver. 107.

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.
Ver. 156, 40.

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?
Ver. 159, 40.
5 Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to fee thy face?
And yet how flow my fpirits move,
Without enliv'ning grace!

Ver. 93.

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.

PSALM CXIX. 17th Part. Long Mctre.
Courage and perfeverance under perfecution; or,
grace fhining in difficulties and trials.
Ver. 143, 28.

HEN pain and anguish feize me,Lord,
All my fupport is from thy word:

My foul diffolves for heavinefs,

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 caufe, They hate to fee me love thy laws; But I will truft and fear thy name, Till pride and malice die with fhame

PSALM CXIX. Laft Part. Long Metre. San&tified afflictions; or, delight in the word of God.

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Ver. 67, 59.

ATHER, I blefs thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chaftifing rod, That forc'd my confcience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring foul to God! 2 Foolish and vain, I went aftray, Ere I had felt thy fcourges, Lord; I left my guide, and loft my way, But now I love and keep thy word.

Ver. 71.

3 '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 ftatutes well.

Ver. 72.

4 The law that iffues from thy mouth
Shall raife my cheerful fpirits more
Than all the treasures of the South,
Or Western hills of golden ore.

Ver. 73.

5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy fpirit form'd my foul within ;

Teach me to know thy wond'rous name,
And guard me fafe from death and fin.

Ver. 74.

6 Then all that love and fear the Lord,
At my falvation fhall rejoice;
For I have hoped in thy word,

And made thy grace my only choice.
PSALM CXX. Common Metre.

Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, a devout

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wish for peace.

HOU God of love, thou ever bleft,
Pity my fuff'ring ftate,

When wilt thou fet my foul at rest
From lips that love deceit ?

2 Hard lot of mine! my days are caft
Among the fons of ftrife,

Whofe never-ceafing brawlings wafte
My golden hours of life.

30 might I fly to change my place,
How would I choofe to dwell
In fome wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the bleffing that I feek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

5 New paffions ftill their fouls engage,
And keep their malice ftrong;
What fhall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!

6 Should burning arrows fmite thee through, Strict juftice would approve;

But I had rather fpare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.

PSALM CXXI.

Long Metre.

Divine protection.

P to the hills I lift mine eyes,

hills fkies;

Thence all her help my foul derives ;
There my Almighty Refuge lives.

2 He lives; the everlafting God,

That built the world, that fpread the flood; The heav'ns with all their hofts he made, And the dark regions of the dead.

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning fmiles blefs all the day;
He fpreads the ev'ning vale, and keeps
The filent hours while Ifrael fleeps.
4 Ifrael, a name divinely bleft,
May rife fecure, fecurely reft;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no flumber nor furprise.

5

No fun fhall fmite thy head by day,
Nor the pale moon with fickly ray
Shall blaft thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire fo far.

6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou fhalt go, and still return,
Safe in the Lord! his heav'nly care
Defends thy life from ev'ry fnare.
7 On thee foul fpirits have no pow'r ;
And in thy laft departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.
PSALM CXXI. Common Metre.
Prefervation by day and night.

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O heav'n I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid;

The Lord that built the earth and skies
Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet fhall never flide to fall,
Whom he defigns to keep :

His ear attends the fofteft call;
His eyes can never fleep.

3 He will fuftain our weakest pow'rs
With his Almighty arm,