3 Yes, I with joy from every sin would flee,
Nor far a moment should my heart delay;
But speak the word, and that one word from
Thee
I would with willingness at once obey.
4 When shall the hour of my deliverance be?
When shall the law of death no more remain?
When my dear Saviour shall I joyful see,
Thy love alone within my bosom reign?
5 Till that blest day, thy aid would I entreat,
Inspire me as the conflict I renew;
My safety is in thee-thy work complete:
O, be my Rock, and my Redeemer too!
Ps. CXIX. 97.--" O how love I thy law.”
1 HOLY Bible! book divine!
Precious treasure! thou art mine.
Mine, to tell me whence I came;
Mine, to teach me what I am:
2 Mine, to chide me when I rove;
Mine, to show a Saviour's love:
Mine art thou, to guide my feet;
Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit:
3 Mine, to comfort in distress,
If the Holy Spirit bless:
Mine, to show, by living faith,
How to triumph over death!
4 Mine, to tell of joys to come,
And the rebel-sinner's doom :-
O thou precious book divine!
Precious treasure! thou art mine.
77 Ps. CXIX. 97.-" O how I love thy law; it is my meditation all the day."
1 PRECIOUS book! of books the best,
Dearest gift of God, but one
That surpasses all the rest,-
Gift of God's beloved Son.
Gracious Spirit-heavenly Dove,
Thee I'd slight not, Thee I'd love;
By thy power, and thine alone,
The value of this gift I've known.
78 Ps. cxIx. 133.-" Order my steps in Thy word, and let not any iniquity have do
1 THOU who didst, for Peter's faith,'
Kindly condescend to pray;
Thou, whose loving-kindness hath
Kept me to the present day:
Kind Conductor!
Still direct my devious way.
2 When a tempting world in view
Gains upon my yielding heart,-
When its pleasures I pursue,
Then one look of pity dart;
Teach me pleasures
Which the world can ne'er impart.
3 When, with horrid thoughts profane,
Satan would my soul invade ;
When he calls religion vain,
Mighty Victor! be my aid!
Send thy Spirit,-
Bid me conflict undismay'd.
4 When my unbelieving fear
Makes me think myself too vile,When the legal curse I hear, Cheer me with a gospel smile; Or if hiding,
Hide thee only for a while.
5 When I sit beneath thy word,
At thy table cold and dead,
When I cannot see my Lord,
All my little day-light fled,-
Sun of Glory,
Beam again around my head.
6 When thy statutes I forsake,
When thy graces dimly shine,
When the covenant I break,
Jesus, then remember thine!
Check my wanderings
By a look of love divine.
7 Then, if heavenly dews distil,
If my hopes are bright and clear,
While I sit on Zion's hill,
Temper joy with holy fear;
Keep me watchful,-
Safe alone when Thou art near.
8 When afflictions cloud my sky,
When the tide of sorrow flows,
When thy rod is lifted high,
Let me on thy love repose;
Stay thy rough wind'
When thy chilling eastern blows.
79 Ps. CXIX. 136.-" Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law."
1 ARISE, my tend'rest thoughts arise;
To torrents melt, my streaming eyes;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel
Those evils which thou canst not heal.
2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name;
The Father wounded thro' the Son;
The world abus'd, the soul undone.
8 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night;
In flames that no abatement know,
Tho' bitter tears for ever flow.
4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim
And snatch the firebrands from the flame.
5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves :
Thine own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
80 Ps. CXXVII. 2.-" So he giveth His beloved sleep."
1 INTERVAL of grateful shade,
Welcome to my weary head!
Welcome slumbers to my eyes-
Tired with glaring vanities!
My great Master still allows
Needful periods of repose.
2 By my heavenly Father blest,
Thus I give my powers to rest.
Heavenly Father! gracious name!
Night and day His love the same.
Far be each suspicious thought,
Every anxious care forgot.
3 Thou, my ever-bounteous God,
Crown'st my days with various good;
Thy kind eye, that cannot sleep,
These defenceless hours shall keep.
Blest vicissitude to me,
Day and night I'm still with thee!
81 Ps. CXXXI. 2.—“ Surely I have behaved and
quieted myself as a child that is weaned of his mother."
1 As a little weaned child,
Holy Saviour, may I be;
Humble, teachable, and mild,-
Altogether like to Thee.
2 While king David was a man,
Still he prayed to be a child;
And king David's Saviour can
Make me humble, meek, and mild.
3 When king David was a king,
While he sat on Israel's throne,
He was not too proud to sing
Praises to the Lord alone.
4 Surely, then, a child like me
Never should be proud in heart:
Lord, thy grace is rich and free,---
Grace like his to me impart.
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