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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 satety is in thee--thy work complete:

U, 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 ine whence I came;
Minc, 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. minion over me."

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.

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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.

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.—“ 80 he giveth His beloved

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 anıl free,-

Grace like his to me impart,

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