200 JULY 11.
My soul fainteth for thy salvation. My soul is continually in thy hand. Uphold me according to thy word, that I may live, and let me not be ashamed, of my hope. Look thou upon me and be merciful unto me, as thou used to do unto those that love thy name, Psalms 119:81; Psalms 119:109; Psalms 119:116; Psalms 119:132.
O Lord. I love thy name also, since thou art called merciful, gracious, long suffering, and even the Lord our righteousness; and therefore, I depend upon nothing of my own, but throw myself entirely upon thy free grace and righteousness, which keeps me alone in peace. Without thee I am ignorant and weak, and Satan, being as wicked as he is cunning, what would become of me, if I was not kept and preserved by thee?
The arms of everlasting love
Beneath my soul be placed;
And on the rock of ages, get
My slippery footsteps fast.
The city of my blest abode
Is walled around with grace,
Salvation for a bulwark stands
To shield the sacred place.
Satan may vent his sharpest spite,
And all his legions roar;
Almighty mercy guards my life.
And bounds his raging power.