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PSALM 119. Twenty-First Part. L.M.
An appeal to the Searcher of hearts. (cont.)

2	Sinners of state with pow'r array'd, Who fear not God, nor man regard, Have persecuted without cause; But all their hatred I defy.
3	Still to thy word my soul repairs; Thence I my highest comforts draw: Tho' foes may fight and devils rage, If God be for me, all is well.
4	Sustain me then with promis'd grace, Revive my heart, increase my faith: I hate to lie, I love the truth; O! make me be what I profess.
5	Sev'n times a day my pray'rs ascend With mingled praises, to the throne: 'Tis good to seek my Father's face, And plead in my Redeemer's name.
6	Strong peace have they, who love thy law; Firm on a rock their hopes are built; Their faith looks up to nobler scenes, And nothing can detain them here.
7	Seal to my soul thy pard'ning love, Let strength be equal to my day; Then will I run with great delight, And eager press, to seize the prize.
8	Supremely wise, and good, and great; O! search my heart, and try my ways; Thy word I love, thy judgments fear, And tremble, while I pray and praise.

PSALM 119. Twenty-Second Part. C.M.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep.

1	THE least, the feeblest of the sheep,    To Christ, the Father gave; He loves the flock, the charge he'll keep:    His arm is strong to save.

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PSALM 119. Twenty-Second Part. C.M.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep. (cont.)

2	They're prone to wander out of sight,    And apt to run astray; And when once lost, unable quite    To find again the way.
3	That hand, which heav'n and earth upholds,    Can keep them free from harms; The Shepherd brings them to their folds,    And bears them in his arms.
4	To thee, my Shepherd and my Rock,    A grateful song I'll raise; O! let the meanest of the flock    Attempt to speak thy praise.
5	Thou art my guard; my all I owe    To thine amazing love: My standing in thy fold below,    And hopes of bliss above.
6	Ten thousand thousand comforts here,    Dispens'd in various ways, Confirm thy faithfulness and care,    And claim adoring praise.
7	Then, guided, Shepherd, by thy love,    My feet shall keep thy way; Soon shall I reach thy fold above,    And go no more astray.

PSALM 120. C.M.
Christians love peace.

1	THOU God of love, thou ever blest,    Pity my suff'ring state: When wilt thou set my soul at rest    From lips, that love deceit?
2	Hard lot of mine! my days are cast    Among the sons of strife; Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste    My golden hours of life.