Remove from me the guilt of lies tud
For I detest that vice.

6 I'll run the way thy word commands,
If thou my feet discharge
From sin and satan's hateful bands,
And set my soul at large. #h

PSALM 119. Part 5. C. M.

A prayer for instruction.

1 INSTRUCTION, Lord, to me convey,,
That I may ne'er offend;
I would thy statutes well obey,
And keep them to the end.

2 Be this my study, this mine art,
To know and do thy will,

To love thy law with all mine heart,
And every word fulfill.

3 Make me within thy path to go
And keep me near thy sight,
I should not fall and wander so
Wert thou to give me light.
4 O for a wise improving mind,.

With heavenly wealth endow'd,
To God and not to gold inclin'd,
To Jesus sweetly bow'd.-

5 From worldly thoughts and vain desires,
Mine eyes for ever turn;

O let me catch those sacred fires,

With which the seraphs burn. o ľ 6 For filial fear and quickening grace, ponsi & Mine ardent spirit longs, Hub AT 'Till I shall see thee face to face, BOS! #5°7 And join the heavenly songs.. T

PSALM 119. Part 6. C. M.

A prayer against slanderers.

1 THY mercies, Lord, are rich and free, Thou lov'st our sinful race,

Now let thy mercy come to me,
And save me by thy grace.

2 So shall I have an answer near,
And ne'er be put to shame,
For I have made thy word my fear,
And trusted in thy name.

3 Thy word of truth is in my mind,
While sinners do me wrong,

If men insult me God is kind,
His judgments are my song.
4 Let slander ail her venon draw,
And far the poison fling,

I'll walk with freedom in thy law,
Nor dread her forked sting.

5 I'm not afraid of glittering crowns,
I scorn the tyrant's rod,

I'll speak, nor tremble at his frowns,
As if asham'd of God.

6 I love the law that sinners hate,
How just are thy commands,
And while thy law I meditate,
To heaven I lift mine hands.

PSALM 119. Part 7. C. M.
Tusting in Christ.

1 REMEMBER, Lord, thy feeble dust, And call thy truth to mind,

For thou hast caus'd my soul to trust
On words divinely kind.

2 This was my comfort when I bore
The pressing weight of grief,

It made me learn thy word the more,
And fly to that relief.

3 When Christ the life of saints appears,
I feel my soul alive,

His heavenly smiles allay my fears,
And faith and hope revive.

4 In vain the proud with impious jests,
A Savior's love deride,

My soul on Jesus firmly rests,
His spirit is my guide.

5 What horrors thrill* in every vein,
How am I fill'd with awe,
When infidels with lips profane,
Trangress thy sacred law.

6 Let sinners triumph in their shame,
And love the deeds of wrong;
But I'll recall my Savior's name,
And make his grace my Song.

7 Thy name, dear Jesus, gives delight,
My daily peace it brings;
Amid the darkest gloom of night,
My soul awakes and sings.

PSALM 119. Part 8. C. M...

God my portion.

1 THOU, Lord, my life and portion art,
For I have call'd thee so,
Content to take thee for my part,
Let fame and fortune go.

2 I chuse thine everlasting rest,
And in thy love rejoice,

Not all the treasures in the west,
Could change my happy choice.

*To thrill, to pierce with a tingling sensation.

3 Enrich'd with blessings from above,
I would thy grace entreat,
Shine on my soul, O God of love,
To make my joys complete.

4 When I forsook thy pleasant way,
On thee, my God, I thought,
My soul made haste without delay,
And thy salvation sought.

5 To turn me from thy just commands,
Their snares the wicked set,

But when opprest by sinful bands,
I could not God forget.

6 Away from me, ye sons of strife,
For ever take your flight!

The saints are partners of my life,
My God is my delight.

7 When midnight darkness veils the skies,
I call his grace to mind,
My thoughts in warm devotion rise,
And sweet acceptance find.

8 Thy mercies, Lord, are rich and free,
This earth they more than fill,
O, may my soul be taught by thee,
To do thy sacred will.

PSALM 119. Part 9. L. M.

Merciful afflictions.

1 LORD, thou hast kindly dealt to me, The judgments written in thy book; 'Twas grace that brought my soul to thee, When I the path of life mistook.

2 Thine hand is just, thine heart is kind,

When frowns the most becloud thy face, In every new distress I find,

New proofs of rich and sovreign grace.

3 Teach me to love thy judgments more,
Why should I fear their dreadful sound;
Thy thunder bursts with awful roar,
But goodness in the cloud is found.
4 Before I felt thy chastening rod.

Mine erring feet were prone to stray;
But now I love thy law, my God,
Nor wander from thy holy way.
5 (The proud have forg❜d a thousand lies,
Their words have oft the just deceiv'd,
For each with deep invention tries

To have his faithless tongue believ❜d.
6 Hot from their hearts detraction slips,
Their hasty words like water boil;
But while they curse me with their lips,
Their treach'rous tongues are smooth as oil.)

7 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell;
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.
8 The law that issues from his mouth,
Affords me riches more divine
Than all the treasures in the south,
The silver mint, or golden mine.

PSALM 119. Part 10. L. M.
Cleaving to God.

1 IMMORTAL Parent, 'twas thine hands
That built of clay my mortal frame,
Teach me to do thy just commands,
Teach me to lisp my Father's name.
2 The saints, who see me, shall rejoice,
And own thy love divinely kind,
For I have made thy word my choice,
And in thy word my comfort find.