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Psalm 119 part 5 by Isaac Watts
Delight in Scripture; or, The word of God dwelling in us.
ver. 97
O how I love thy holy law! 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night.
ver. 148
My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word; My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gospel, Lord.
ver. 3,13,54
How doth thy word my heart engage! How well employ my tongue! And in my tiresome pilgrimage, Yields me a heav'nly song.
ver. 19,103
Am I a stranger or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the taste.
ver. 72,127
No treasures so enrich the mind; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well refined, Nor heaps of choicest gold.
ver. 28,49,175
When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise.
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