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9 But what can youths unsteady steps secure, 
Ah? who can say his eyes or hands are pure, 
By thy blest word, let them their actions steer, 
A rule so streight, their feet can never err. 
10. With ardent vows thy Guidence I implore, 
O never let me from thee wander more, 
Thy word I've like a treasure hid within, 
My secret soul, to guard me safe from sin, 
O ever bless'd benificent & free, 
Speak Lord! who wou'd not hear & learn of thee, 
Who can thy praise & wondrous works forbear, 
I've have them declar'd & will again declare, 
More dear delight they give, they please me more, 
Than all the wealth, on Ophirs golden shore, 
Revolving deep I weigh thy Sacred will, 
Thy Laws regard that I may them fulfill, 
The best the purest pleasures they afford, 
I'le first forget to breath, ere I forget thy word. 
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17 O Gracious God on thy true servant shine, 
As humbly I'm devoted onely thine, 
Preserve that life which thou wert pleas'd to give, 
So Lord for thee, & not myself I'le live, 
To this great end, O thou all good, & wise, 
Remove those fatall scales, that blind my eyes! 
Illuminate my soul that I may see, 
The wonders of thy Sacred laws and thee, 
A friendlesse Pilgrim thro' the world I moan 
The weary world I never thought my own 
My wandring heart to thy bless'd laws engage 
And then I have a goodly heritage

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2 9 But what can youths unsteady steps secure, Ah? who can say his eyes or hands are pure, By thy blest word, let them their actions steer, A rule so streight, their feet can never err. 10. With ardent vows thy Guidence I implore, O never let me from thee wander more, Thy word I've like a treasure hid within, My secret soul, to guard me safe from sin, O ever bless'd benificent & free, Speak Lord! who wou'd not hear & learn of thee, Who can thy praise & wondrous works forbear, I've have them declar'd & will again declare, More dear delight they give, they please me more, Than all the wealth, on Ophirs golden shore, Revolving deep I weigh thy Sacred will, Thy Laws regard that I may them fulfill, The best the purest pleasures they afford, I'le first forget to breath, ere I forget thy word. 3 17 O Gracious God on thy true servant shine, As humbly I'm devoted onely thine, Preserve that life which thou wert pleas'd to give, So Lord for thee, & not myself I'le live, To this great end, O thou all good, & wise, Remove those fatall scales, that blind my eyes! Illuminate my soul that I may see, The wonders of thy Sacred laws and thee, A friendlesse Pilgrim thro' the world I moan The weary world I never thought my own My wandring heart to thy bless'd laws engage And then I have a goodly heritage