351 C. M. WATTS. Holy Resolutions. Ps. 119. 1 O THAT thy statutes every hour 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, My soul shall ne'er forget thy word; 3 How would I run in thy commands, From sin and Satan's hateful chains, 4 My lips with courage shall declare I'll speak thy word, though kings should hear, Nor yield to sinful shame. 352 C. M. J. Q. ADAMS. 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: O prove me, try my reins and heart; I never took the scorner's part, 2 Of sinners I detest the bands, There, with thanksgiving's grateful voice, I love the mansions of thy choice, 353 L. M. Christ's Service. DODDRIDGE 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, 284 354 C. M. J. Q. ADAMS. Ps. 6. 1 O HEAL me, Lord, for I am weak; 2 of thee no memory remains My very couch in tears I steep, 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. 285 355 C. M. TATE & BRADY. The Soul thirsting for God. Ps. 42. 1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, 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, Falls spouting down, till round my soul 6 But when thy presence, Lord of life, To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, 7 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42. MONTGOMERY. 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine. 357 S. M. FURNESS. “As the Hart panteth after the Water-brooks, so panteth my Soul after thee, O God." Ps. 42. 1 HERE is a world of doubt, A sorrowful abode ; O, how my heart and flesh crv out For thee, the living God! 2 As for the water-brooks The hart, expiring, pants, 3 I know thy joys, O earth, |