Psalm XIX. Second Part. Com. Met. The Exlency of Scripture

GOD's perfect law converts the soul, Reclaims from false desires; With sacred wisdom his sure word The ignorant inspires.

The statutes of the Lord are just And bring sincere delight; His pure commands in search of truth Assist the feeblest sight.

His perfect worship here is fix'd On sure foundations laid; His equal laws are in the scales Of truth and justice weigh'd.

Of more esteem than golden mines, Or gold refin'd with skill; More sweet than honey or the drops, Which from the comb distil.

My trusty counsellors they are, And friendly warning give; Divine rewards attend on those Who by thy precepts live.

But what frail man observes how oft He does from virtue fall? O cleanse me from my secret faults Thou God who know'st them all.