Tune: Little Cornard
(\'Hills of the north, rejoice\')
Psalm 119 v.89-96
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For ever, O LORD, your
Word it is settled sure
In heaven, you faithful
To generations all
You have established the earth sure
And it abides for evermore
Earth, heaven, continue
They dependent on you
\'Tis all as you ordain
They are your servants plain
Unless your law was my delights
I would have perished with sore frights
For in my affliction
I would be released none
But your precepts I will
Ne\'er forget, do them still
I am yours, LORD, save me, I pray
I seek your precepts here each day
The wicked have waited
Until I be misled
They hope to me destroy
To hinder and annoy
I have seen things fully, clearly
But your commands broad, wide they be