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PSALM 119. Sixth Part. C.M.
Holiness and comfort from the Word. (cont.)

2	Thy precepts often I survey;    I keep thy laws in sight, Thro' all the bus'ness of the day,    To form my actions right.
3	My heart in midnight silence cries,    "How sweet thy comforts be!" My thoughts in holy wonder rise,    And bring their thanks to thee.
4	And when my spirit drinks her fill,    At some good word of thine; Not mighty men, that share the spoil,    Have joys compar'd to mine.

PSALM 119. Seventh Part. C.M.
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture.

1	LET all the heathen writers join,    To form one perfect book; Great God! if once compar'd with thine,    How mean their writings look!
2	Not the most perfect rules they gave    Could show one sin forgiv'n; Nor lead a step beyond the grave;    But thine conduct to heav'n.
3	I've seen an end of what we call    Perfection here below: How short the pow'rs of nature fall!    And can no further go.
4	Yet men would fain be just with God,    By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad,    Extend to ev'ry thought.
5	In vain we boast perfection here,    While sin defiles our frame; And sinks our virtues down so far,    They scarce deserve the name.

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PSALM 119. Seventh Part. C.M.
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture. (cont.)

6	Our faith and love, and ev'ry grace,    Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness    Dwell only with the Lord.

PSALM 119. Eighth Part. C.M.
The excellency and variety of scripture.

1	LORD, I have made thy word my choice,    My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice,    My warmest thoughts engage.
2	I'll read the hist'ries of thy love,    And keep thy laws in sight; While thro' thy promises I rove,    With ever fresh delight.
3	'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,    Where springs of life arise; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,    And hidden glory lies.
4	The best relief that mourners have; It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest.

PSALM 119. Ninth Part. C.M.
The teaching of the Spirit with the Word.

1	THY mercies fill the earth, O Lord,    How good thy works appear! Open mine eyes to read thy word,    And see thy wonders there.
2	My heart was fashion'd by thy hand,    My service is thy due: O make thy servant understand    The duties he must do!
3	Since I'm a stranger here below,    Let not thy path be hid;