Ver. 153. 1 My God, consider my distress, Let mercy plead my cause; Tho' I have sinn'd against thy grace, I can't forget thy laws.
Ver. 39 116. 1 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach Which I so justly fear; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Nor let my shame appear.
Ver. 122 135. 3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud oppress; But make thy waiting servant see The shinings of thy face.
Ver. 82. 4 My eyes with expectation fail, My heart within me cries, "When will the Lord his truth fulfil, "And make my comforts rise?"
Ver. 132. 5 Look down upon my sorrows, Lord, And shew thy grace the same As thou art ever wont t' afford To those that love thy Name.