PSALM CXIX. Twelfth Part.
Breathing after comfort and deliverance.
Ver. 153.

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Y God, confider my distress,

MLet mercy plead my caufe:

Though I have finn'd against thy grace,
I can't forget thy laws.

Ver. 139, 116.

2 Forbid, forbid the fharp reproach,
Which I so justly fear;

Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,
Nor let my fhame appear.

Ver. 122, 135.

3 Be thou a furety, Lord, for me,
Nor let the proud opprefs;
But make thy waiting fervant fee
The fhinings of thy face.

Ver. 82.

4 My eyes with expectation fail,
My heart within me cries,
"When will the Lord his truth fulfil,
"And make my comforts rife?"
Ver. 132.

5 Look down upon my forrows, Lord,
And fhew thy grace the fame,

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As thou art ever wont t'afford
To those that love thy name.

PSALM CXIX. Thirteenth Part.
Holy fear, and tenderness of conscience."
Ver. 10.

With my whole heart I've fought thy face,
let me never ftray,

From thy commands, O God of grace,
Nor tread the finners way

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Ver. 11.

2 Thy word I've hid within my heart
To keep my conscience clean,
And be an everlasting guard
From ev'ry rifing fin.

Ver. 63, 53, 158.

3 I'm a companion of the faints,
Who fear and love the Lord;
My forrows rifè, my nature faints,
When men tranfgrefs thy word.
Ver. 161, 163.

4 While finners do thy gofpel wrong,
My spirit ftands in awe;
My foul abhors a lying tongue,
But loves thy righteous law.
Ver. 161, 120.
5 My heart with facred rev'rence hears
The threat'nings of thy word;
My flesh with holy trembling fears
The judgments of the Lord.
Ver. 166, 172.

6 My God, long, I hope, I wait

For thy salvation still;

While thy whole law is my delight,

And I obey thy will.

PSALM CXIX. Fourteenth Part. Benefit of afflictions, and fupport under them. Ver. 153, 81, 82.

Onfider all my forrows, Lord,

Cand thy deliv'rance fend;

My foul for thy falvation faints,
When will my troubles end?

Ver. 71.

2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod;

Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my God.
Ver. 5o.

3 This is the comfort I enjoy
When new diftrefs begins;
I read thy word I run thy way,
And hate my former fins.

Ver. 92.

4 Had not thy word been my delight
When earthly joys were fled,
My foul, oppreft with forrows weight,
Had funk amongst the dead.

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Ver. 75.

I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Tho' they may feem fevere;
The sharpeft fuff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.
Ver. 67.

6 Before I knew thy chaft'ning rod
My feet were apt to ftray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy wa

PSALM CXIX. Fifteenth Part.
Holy refolutions.

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Ver. 93.

That thy ftatutes ev'ry hour
Might dwell upon my mind:
Thence I derive a quick'ning pow'r,
And daily peace I find.

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Ver. 15, 16.

2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my fweet employ;

My foul fhall ne'er forget thy word,
Thy word is all my joy.

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 fhall declare
Thy ftatutes and thy name;
I'll fpeak 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. Sixteenth Part.
Prave for quickning grace.
Ver. 25, 37.

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Y foul lyes cleaving to the dust;
Lord, give me life divine:

From vain defires, and ev'ry luft
Turn off these eyes of mine.
2 I need the influence of thy grace
To fpeed 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 quickning pow'rs;

Thy word that I have rested 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.

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PSALM CXIX. Seventeenth Part.

Courage and perfeverance under perfecution; or, Grace fbining in difficulties and trials.

Ver. 143, 28

WHEN pain and anguifh feize me Lord,

All my fupport is from thy word:

My foul diffolves for heaviness,

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