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Psalm 119. v. 105, to 112. (14. PART.)
The pure Lamp of the word.
THY word's a Lamp unto my feet,
A light to guide my paths most meet,
that I may never go astray:
And I have made a solemn Oath,
And to perform it, am not loath,
that I will keep thy righteous way.
I am afflicted very sore,
Now quicken me, O Lord, therefore,
according to thy promise free:
The free-will Offerings which I mov'd,
I pray thee, Lord, let ••e approv'd,
and teach thy judgments unto me.
My soul is ever in my hand,
My life doth in such danger stand,
yet do I not forget thy Law:
The wicked laid a snare for me,
And yet I erred not from thee,
Nor from thy precepts did withdraw.
Thy Testimonies I have stor'd,
My heritage for ever, Lord,
for all my hearts delight they be:
I have inclin'd my heart therefore,
To keep thy Statutes evermore,
untill I die and come to thee.