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PSALM 119. Twelfth Part. C.M.
Breathing after comfort and deliverance.

1	MY God, consider my distress,    Let mercy plead my cause: Tho' I have sinn'd against thy grace,    I can't forget thy laws.
2	Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach,    Which I so justly fear: Uphold my life, uphold my hopes,    Nor let my shame appear.
3	Be thou a surety, Lord, for me,    Nor let the proud oppress; But make thy waiting servant see    The shinings of thy face.
4	Mine eyes with expectation fail:    My heart within me cries, "When will the Lord his truth fulfil,    "And make my comforts rise?"
5	Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,    And show thy grace the same; As thou art ever wont t' afford    To those, that love thy name.

PSALM 119. Thirteenth Part. C.M.
Holy fear and tenderness of conscience.

1	WITH my whole heart I've sought thy face;    Then let me never stray From thy commands, O God of grace;    Nor tread the sinner's way.
2	Thy word I've hid within my heart    To keep my conscience clean, And be an everlasting guard    From ev'ry rising sin.
3	I'm a companion of the saints,    Who fear and love the Lord;

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PSALM 119. Thirteenth Part. C.M.
Holy fear and tenderness of conscience. (cont.)

3	My sorrows rise, my nature faints,    When men transgress thy word.
4	While sinners do thy gospel wrong,    My spirit stands in awe: My soul abhors a lying tongue;    But loves thy righteous law.
5	My heart with sacred rev'rence hears    The threat'nings of thy word; My flesh with holy trembling fears    The judgments of the Lord.
6	My God, I long, I hope, I wait    For thy salvation still; While thy whole law is my delight,    And I obey thy will.

PSALM 119. Fourteenth Part. C.M.
Benefit of afflictions, and support under them.

1	CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord,    And thy deliv'rance send: My soul for thy salvation faints;    When will my troubles end?
2	Yet I have found it good for me    To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law,    And live upon my God.
3	This is the comfort I enjoy,    When new distress begins; I read thy word, I run thy ways,    And hate my former sins.
4	Had not thy word been my delight,    When earthly joys had fled, My soul, opprest with sorrow's weight,    Had sunk among the dead.
5	I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,    Tho' they may seem severe: