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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 ?
Inspire me as the conflict I renew;
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.
2 Mine, to chide me when I rove;
Mine, to show a Saviour's love:
Mine, to judge, condemn, acquit:
If the Holy Spirit bless :
How to triumph over death!
And the rebel-sinner's doom :
77 Ps.cxix. 97.—“O how I love thy law; it is
my meditation all the day."
Dearest gift of God, but one
Gift of God's beloved Son.
Thee I'd slight not, Thee I'd love;
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;
Gains upon my yielding heart,
Teach me pleasures
Satan would my soul invade ;
Send thy Spirit,--
4 When my unbelieving fear
Makes me think myself too vile,--
Or if hiding,
only for a while.
5 When I sit beneath thy word,
At thy table cold and dead,
Sun of Glory,
6 When thy statutes I forsake,
When thy graces dimly shine,
Check my wanderings
7 Then, if heavenly dews distil,
If my hopes are bright and clear,
Keep me watchful,-
When afflictions cloud my sky,
When the tide of sorrow flows,
Stay thy rough wind
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;
2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name;
The world abus'd, the soul undone.
Closing in everlasting night;
4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And snatch the firebrands from the flame. 5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves :
80 Ps. cxxvII. 2.—“ 80 he giveth His beloved
Welcome to my weary head!
2 By my heavenly Father blest,
Thus I give my powers to rest.
Every anxious care forgot.
Crown'st my days with various good;
81 Ps. CXXXI. 2.-“ Surely I have behaved and
quieted myself as a child that is weaned
of his mother."
Holy Saviour, may I be:
Altogether like to Thee.
Still he prayed to be a child;
Make me humble, meek, and mild.
While he sat on Israel's throne,
Praises to the Lord alone.
Never should be proud in heart :
Grace like his to me impart,