119 (17)	Psalm 119 Part 17 (verses 161-168)	CM
	THEY hate me, Lord, without a cause,    Because I fear my God; They hate to see me love Thy laws,     And reverence Thy blest Word.
2	Lord, when my spirit takes its fill     Of some good word of Thine, No mighty men that share the spoil     Have joy compared to mine.
3	Hour after hour I lift my prayers,     And pay my thanks to Thee, For Thy great hand o’er my affairs,     And kindness, Lord, to me.
4	Great is their peace who love Thy law,     How firm their souls abide! Nor shall a great temptation draw     Their strengthened hearts aside.
5	O Lord, I long, I hope, I wait,     For Thine appearing still; Thy Word is ever my delight,     And to obey Thy will!
	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡