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C. M.

Holy Resolutions. Ps. 119.

1 O THAT thy statutes every hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find.

2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne'er forget thy word;
Thy word is all my joy.

3 How would I run in thy commands,
If thou my heart discharge

From sin and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at large!


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.


C. M.

Ps. 26.

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,
Nor with the vain will go.

O prove me, try my reins and heart;
Thy mercies, Lord, I know;


2 Of sinners I detest the bands,
Nor with them will offend;
In innocence will wash my hands,
And at thine altar bend;

There, with thanksgiving's grateful voice,
Thy wondrous works will tell;
I love the mansions of thy choice,
And where thine honors dwell.


L. M.

Christ's Service.

1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates and obey.


2 What is my being, but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,

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,
When youthful vigor is no more,
And my last hour of life confess
Thy love hath animating power.



C. M.

Ps. 6.

1 O HEAL me, Lord, for I am weak;
My bones are vexed with pain;
Let not thy hot displeasure speak;
Thy burning wrath restrain.
My soul what sore vexations try!

How long shall they assail?
Return, and listen to my cry;
Let mercy, Lord, prevail.

2 of thee no memory remains
In death's relentless cave;
To thee ascend no grateful strains
Of glory from the grave:
With ceaseless pain I groan and weep,
So cruel are my foes;

My very couch in tears I steep,
My bed with grief o'erflows.


3 Depart from me, all who rejoice
Iniquity to share ;

The Lord hath heard my moaning voice,
And listened to my prayer;

What though my foes despise the Lord,
And my destruction plot?

Vexation shall be their reward,

And sudden shame their lot.



C. M.

The Soul thirsting for God. Ps. 42.

1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase,


So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;

O, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou majesty divine?

3 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts.
Those happy days present,
When I, with troops of pious friends,
Thy temple did frequent; -

4 When I advanced with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful, sacred throng,
That kept the festal day.

5 One trouble calls another on,
And, bursting o'er my head,
Falls spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.

6 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispelled this storm,

To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.

7 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal Spring.


7s M. 6L.

The Soul punting for God. Ps. 42.
1 AS the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
So my soul, athirst for thee,
Pants the living God to see;
When, O, when, with filial fear,
Lord, shall I to thee draw near?


2 Why art thou cast down, my soul?
God, thy God, shall make thee whole;
Why art thou disquieted?

God shall lift thy fallen head,
And his countenance benign
Be the saving health of thine.

1 HERE is a world of doubt,

A sorrowful abode;


S. M.


"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
For thee, the living God!

2 As for the water-brooks

The hart, expiring, pants,
So for my God my spirit looks,
Yea, for his presence faints.

3 I know thy joys, O earth,

The sweetness of thy cup;
Oft have I mingled in thy mirt.l,
And trusted in thy hope.

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