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Psalm 119. last part

Written by: Isaac Watts | Biography
 | Quotes (11) |
 Sanctified afflictions; or, Delight in the word of God.
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67,59 Father, I bless thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forced my conscience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring soul to God! Foolish and vain, I went astray Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord; I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word.
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71 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well.
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72 The law that issues from thy mouth Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore.
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73 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy Spirit formed my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous name, And guard me safe from death and sin.
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74 Then all that love and fear the Lord At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice.



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