Ver. 148.
2 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.
3 How doth thy word my heart engage! 
How well employ my tongue! 
And, in my tiresome pilgrimage,
Yields me a heavenly song.

Ver. 19 103.
4 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.
5 No treasures so enrich the mind;
Nor shall thy word be sold
For loads of silver well refin’d,
Nor heaps of choicest gold.

Ver. 28 49 175.
6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop,
Thy promises of grace
Are pillars to support my hope,
And there I write thy praise.

Psalm 119:06.  Sixth Part. 
Holiness and comfort from the word.

Ver. 128.
1 Lord, I esteem thy judgments right,
And all thy statutes just;
Thence I maintain a constant fight
With every flattering lust.

Ver. 97 9.
2 Thy precepts often I survey;
I keep thy law in sight,
Thro’ all the business of the day,
To form my actions right.

Ver. 62.
3 My heart in midnight silence cries,
“How sweet thy comforts be!”
My thoughts in holy wonder rise,
And bring their thanks to thee.

Ver. 162.
4 And when my spirit drinks her fill
At some good word of thine,
Not mighty men that share the spoil
Have joys compar’d to mine.

Psalm 119:07.  Seventh Part. 
Imperfection of nature,
and perfection of scripture.

Ver. 96. paraphrased.
1 Let all the heathen writers join
To form one perfect book,
Great God, if once compar’d with thine,
How mean their writings look!

2 Not the most perfect rules they gave
Could shew one sin forgiven,
Nor lead a step beyond the grave;
But thine conduct to heaven.

3 I’ve seen an end of what we call
Perfection here below;
How short the powers of nature fall,
And can no farther go!

4 Yet men would fain be just with God
By works their hands have wrought;
But thy commands, exceeding broad,
Extend to every thought.

5 In vain we boast perfection here,
While sin defiles our frame,
And sinks our virtues down so far,
They scarce deserve the name.

6 Our faith and love, and every grace,
Fall far below thy word;
But perfect truth and righteousness
Dwell only with the Lord.

Psalm 119:08.  Eighth Part. 
The word of God is the saint’s portion; or,
The excellency and variety of scripture.

Ver. 111. paraphrased.
1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice,
My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.

2 I’ll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While thro’ the promises I rove,
With ever fresh delight.