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12 They servant teach thy will to understand so he'ell with joy obey thy bless'd commands exert thy power, dread Ruler of the skyes, Against all men who they just laws despise, nor 're shall me theri curst example move, still more than gold will I they precepts love, they precepts Lord are equall just & streight, therefore all crooked ways, & all ill arts I hate.  17,  129  What wondrous wisdome in they Sacred will, which my glad soul shall constantly fulfill, when first thy word does it's bright beams impart, it dawns new light & joy arround the heart, such wisdome in they dear commands I see.  I long, I sigh, I gasp I pant for thee, O thou whose bounteous goodnesse still the same, Deal with me as with those that fear thy name, they guidence in they sacred word I crave, so shall no sin my random'd soul inslave, my life [o] from th'inrag'd oppressour save,  134 So from thy precepts will I neer depart, when they dear mercy has enlarg'd my heart, shine out on my dark soul with beams of grace, O make me see the beauties of thy face, that if thy servant lives to better days, he may thy statues learn & goodnesse praise, Seas of unruly tears or'e flow mine eyes, when wretched men rebell & they just laws despise.  18  137 Eternall justice shew they ways as just, in thy eternall truth my stedfast trust, Set others tamely hurried in the stream, with patience hear a wretch thy name blaspheme,

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12 They servant teach thy will to understand so he'ell with joy obey thy bless'd commands exert thy power, dread Ruler of the skyes, Against all men who they just laws despise, nor 're shall me theri curst example move, still more than gold will I they precepts love, they precepts Lord are equall just & streight, therefore all crooked ways, & all ill arts I hate. 17, 129 What wondrous wisdome in they Sacred will, which my glad soul shall constantly fulfill, when first thy word does it's bright beams impart, it dawns new light & joy arround the heart, such wisdome in they dear commands I see. I long, I sigh, I gasp I pant for thee, O thou whose bounteous goodnesse still the same, Deal with me as with those that fear thy name, they guidence in they sacred word I crave, so shall no sin my random'd soul inslave, my life [o] from th'inrag'd oppressour save, 134 So from thy precepts will I neer depart, when they dear mercy has enlarg'd my heart, shine out on my dark soul with beams of grace, O make me see the beauties of thy face, that if thy servant lives to better days, he may thy statues learn & goodnesse praise, Seas of unruly tears or'e flow mine eyes, when wretched men rebell & they just laws despise. 18 137 Eternall justice shew they ways as just, in thy eternall truth my stedfast trust, Set others tamely hurried in the stream, with patience hear a wretch thy name blaspheme,