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P.CXIX.Schin. Though mighty tyrants, without cause

161 Though mighty tyrants, without cause
Conspire my blood to shed,
Thy sacred word has pow'r alone
To fill my heart with dread.

162 And yet that word my joyful breast
With heav'nly rapture warms;
Nor conquest, nor the spoils of war,
Have such transporting charms.

163 Perfidious practices and lies
I utterly detest;
But to thy laws affection bear,
Too vast to be exprest.

164 Sev'n times a day, with grateful voice,
Thy praises I resound,
Because I find thy judgments all
With truth and justice crown'd.

165 Secure, substantial peace have they
Who truly love thy law;
No smiling mischief them can tempt,
Nor frowning danger awe.

166 For thy salvation I have hop'd,
And though so long delay'd,
With cheerful zeal and strictest care
All thy commands obey'd.

167 Thy testimonies I have kept,
And constantly obey'd;
Because the love I bore to them
Thy service easy made.

168 From strict observance of thy laws
I never yet withdrew;
Convinc'd that my most secret ways
Are open to thy view.

Text Information

• First Line: Though mighty tyrants, without cause
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:161-168

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