161 1 L PSALM CXVIII. L. M. WATTS. O! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewish builders did refuse; But God hath built His church thereon, In spite of envy and the Jews. 2 Great God! the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes; This is the day that proves it Thine, The day that saw our Saviour risc. 3 Sinners, rejoice; and saints, be glad ; Hosanna! let his name be bless'd! A thousand honours on His head, With peace, and light, and glory rest! 4 In God's own name He comes to bring Salvation to our dying race; Let the whole church address their King 162 PSALM CXIX. C. M. WATTS. YREAT is their peace who love Thy law, Nor can a bold temptation draw 2 O how I love Thy holy law! And thence my meditations draw 3 When midnight darkness veils the skies, 4 When nature sinks and spirits droop, Are pillars to support my hope, 163 1 HOW PSALM CXIX. C. M. WATTS. TOW shall the young secure their hearts, 2 When once it enters to the mind, And through the dangers of the night, 4 Thy precepts make me truly wise; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, 5 The starry heavens Thy rule obey, 6 But still Thy law and gospel, Lord, Not earth stands firmer than Thy word, Nor stars so nobly shine. 7 Thy word is everlasting truth: That holy book shall guide our youth, 164 1 L PSALM CXIX. C. M. WATTS. ORD, I have made Thy word my choice, There shall my noblest powers rejoice, 2 I'll read the histories of Thy love, 3 "Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 4 The best relief that mourners have, 165 1 PSALM CXIX. C. M. WATTS. THAT the Lord would guide my ways O that my God would grant me grace 2 O send Thy Spirit down to write Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 3 From vanity turn off my eyes; 4 Order my footsteps by Thy word, 5 My soul hath gone too far astray, Yet since I've not forgot Thy way, 6 Make me to walk in Thy commands, Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, face; O let me never stray From Thy commands, O God of grace, 2 Thy word I've hid within my heart, 3 Lord, I have found 'tis good for me 4 Before I felt Thy chastening rod, 167 1 PSALM CXIX. C. M. WATTS Y soul lies cleaving to the dust; M Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust 2 I need the influence of Thy grace Lest I should loiter in my race, 3 Are not Thy mercies sovereign still, Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal 4 Does not my heart Thy precepts love, 5 Then shall I love Thy gospel more, 168 1 PSALM CXIX. L. M. WATTS. FATHER, I bless Thy gentle hand; How kind was Thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand, 4 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, 169 1 T PSALM CXXI. C. M. heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid; WATTS. The Lord, that built the earth and skies, |