119 mf THIRTEENTH PART. C. M. Medfield, 1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send; My soul for thy salvation faints;. 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me 3 Had not thy word been my delight 4 Before I knew thy chastening rod, 119 FOURTEENTH PART. C. M. Litchfield Aff 1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust; 2 I need the influence of thy grace 3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal 4 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And yet, how slow my spirits move 5 Then shall I love thy gospel more, When I have felt its quickening power 119 FIFTEENTH PART. C. M. St. Martin's. 2 Since I'm a stranger here below But mark the road my feet should go, 3 When I confessed my wandering ways, 4 If God to me his statutes show, 119 SIXTEENTH PART. C. M. London. mf 1 MY hiding-place, my refuge-tower, And shield art thou-O Lord! f I firmly anchor all my hopes 2 According to thy gracious word, From danger set me free; Nor make me of those hopes ashamed, 3 On me, devoted to thy fear, Lord, make thy face to shine; mf 4 My hiding-place, my refuge-tower, f 119 I firmly anchor all my hopes SEVENTEENTH PART. S. M. Dover. 1 WITH humble heart and tongue, My God, to thee I pray: Oh! bring me now, while I am young, f 2 Make an unguarded youth Help me to choose the way of truth, 3 My heart, to folly prone, And make me wholly thine. 4 Oh! let thy word of grace My warmest thoughts employ; 5 To what thy laws impart 121 > > Be my whole soul inclined; Come, Saviour, dwell within my heart, FIRST PART. L. M. God's guardian Care of his People. 1 HE lives-the everlasting God, Ralston. [flood; mf 2 He guides our feet-he guards our way; Len f 4 Long as I live, I'll trust his power; mf mp 121 SECOND PART. C. M. St. Martin's. 1 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes, The Lord, who built the earth and skies. 2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall, f 3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure, His wakeful eyes employ his power 4 He guards thy soul-he keeps thy breath, Go and return, secure from death, THIRD PART. H. M. Darwell's. 1 TO God I lift mine eyes, The God that built the skies, God is the tower To which I fly : His grace is nigh In every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide, Since God, my guard and guide, Those wakeful eyes, Shall Israel keep That never sleep, When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Thou art sun, And thou my shade, By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word To keep my mortal breath: Thor call me home. 122 FIRST PART. C. M. Howard's. Delight in the Sabbath and Temple of God. af 1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, P f 'In Zion let us all appear, 2 I love her gates-I love the road; 3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown, The Son of David holds his throne, 4 He hears our praises and complaints, Divides the sinners from the saints, 5 Peace be within this sacred place, With holy gifts, and heavenly grace 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 122 mp V SECOND PART. C. M. 1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day, Warwick. 2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair! To breathe the humble fervent prayer- 3 Spirit of grace! oh deign to dwell |