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That my employ from evenings chearfull ray, Till rising shades warn hence the stooping day, In vain each subtle art, each close device, Of my unjust Malicious enemies, By thy Commands alone I them defeat, Nor ever will I thy commands forget, If more than all my Teachers now I know, I all my knowledge to thy Teaching owe, Thy testimonies still direct my way, The rule of all may actions onely they, If more than age itself I understand, It is not from myself, but thy Command, No Impious arts I use to obtain my end, Nor dare against thy blessed laws offend, Thy judgments still have my companions bin, For thou hast taught me, & preserv'd from sin, More pleasure thy dear words more sweetness yields, Then the live honey dropping from the fields, By thy wise precepts is my mind inform'd, My eyes enlightn'd, as my heart is warm'd, Such sollid knowledge such delight therein, Ah! who wou'd tread the dark the crooked paths of sin. 14. 105. Tho' lifes a dark & rugged doubfull way, While thy dear word's my guide I cannot stray, Just are thy laws thy pure & sacred will, By oths oblig'd with pleasure He fulfull, Sunk with my Cares, thy word's my hope, to thee, Author of life alone for life I flee, Accept my praise the offering of the poor, Teach mee thy will, & still He give thee more,
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That my employ from evenings chearfull ray, Till rising shades warn hence the stooping day, In vain each subtle art, each close device, Of my unjust Malicious enemies, By thy Commands alone I them defeat, Nor ever will I thy commands forget, If more than all my Teachers now I know, I all my knowledge to thy Teaching owe, Thy testimonies still direct my way, The rule of all may actions onely they, If more than age itself I understand, It is not from myself, but thy Command, No Impious arts I use to obtain my end, Nor dare against thy blessed laws offend, Thy judgments still have my companions bin, For thou hast taught me, & preserv'd from sin, More pleasure thy dear words more sweetness yields, Then the live honey dropping from the fields, By thy wise precepts is my mind inform'd, My eyes enlightn'd, as my heart is warm'd, Such sollid knowledge such delight therein, Ah! who wou'd tread the dark the crooked paths of sin. 14. 105. Tho' lifes a dark & rugged doubfull way, While thy dear word's my guide I cannot stray, Just are thy laws thy pure & sacred will, By oths oblig'd with pleasure He fulfull, Sunk with my Cares, thy word's my hope, to thee, Author of life alone for life I flee, Accept my praise the offering of the poor, Teach mee thy will, & still He give thee more,
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