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Holy Resolutions. Ps. 119.
1 O THAT thy statutes every hour
2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
3 How would I run in thy commands,
From sin and Satan's hateful chains,
4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name;
I'll speak thy word, though kings should hear, Nor yield to sinful shame.
1 O, JUDGE me, Lord, for thou art just; Thy statutes are my pride;
In thee alone I put my trust;
I therefore shall not slide:
I never took the scorner's part,
O prove me, try my reins and heart;
J. Q. ADAMS.
2 Of sinners I detest the bands,
There, with thanksgiving's grateful voice,
1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right
2 What is my being, but for thee,
And serve the cause of such a Friend?
3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days or powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 Thy work my hoary age shall bless,
1 O HEAL me, Lord, for I am weak;
How long shall they assail?
2 of thee no memory remains
My very couch in tears I steep,
J. Q. ADAMS.
3 Depart from me, all who rejoice
The Lord hath heard my moaning voice,
What though my foes despise the Lord,
Vexation shall be their reward,
And sudden shame their lot.
The Soul thirsting for God. Ps. 42.
1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase,
TATE & BRADY.
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
2 For thee, my God, the living God,
O, when shall I behold thy face,
3 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts.
4 When I advanced with songs of praise,
5 One trouble calls another on,
6 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
7 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
7s M. 6L.
The Soul punting for God. Ps. 42.
2 Why art thou cast down, my soul?
God shall lift thy fallen head,
1 HERE is a world of doubt,
A sorrowful abode;
"As the Hart panteth after the Water-brooks, so panteth my Soul after thee, O God." Ps. 42.
O, how my heart and flesh cry out
2 As for the water-brooks
The hart, expiring, pants,
3 I know thy joys, O earth,
The sweetness of thy cup;