Ver. 62. 3 My heart in midnight silence cries, "How sweet thy comforts be!" My thoughts in holy wonder rise, And bring their thanks to thee. Ver. 162. 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 119:07. Seventh Part. Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture. Ver. 96. paraphrased. 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 shew one sin forgiven, Nor lead a step beyond the grave; But thine conduct to heaven. 3 I've seen an end of what we call Perfection here below; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no farther go! 4 Yet men would fain be just with God By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to every 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. 6 Our faith and love, and every grace, Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. Psalm 119:08. Eighth Part. The word of God is the saint's portion; or, The excellency and variety of scripture. Ver. 111. paraphrased. 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While thro' the 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 119:09. Ninth Part. Desire of knowledge; or, The teachings of the Spirit with the word. Ver. 64 66 18. 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. Ver. 73 125. 2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand, My service is thy due: O make thy servant understand The duties he must do. Ver. 19. 3 Since I'm a stranger here below, Let not thy path be hid; But mark the road my feet should go, And be my constant guide. Ver. 26. 4 When I confess'd my wandering ways, Thou heardst my soul complain; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I shall stray again. Ver. 33 34. 5 If God to me his statutes shew, And heavenly truth impart, His work for ever I'll pursue, His laws shall rule my heart. Ver. 50 71. 6 This was my comfort when I bore Variety of grief; It made me learn thy word the more, And fly to that relief. Ver. 51. 7 [In vain the proud deride me now; I'll ne'er forget thy law, Nor let that blessed gospel go Whence all my hopes I draw. Ver. 27 121. 8 When I have learn'd my Father's will I'll teach the world his ways; My thankful lips inspir'd with zeal Shall loud pronounce his praise.]