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Hear Me O God, Nor Hide Thy Face

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2235 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide Thy face Lyrics: 1. Hear me, O God, nor hide Thy face; But answer, lest I die; Hast Thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? 2. My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dried, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3. My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4. As on some lonely building’s top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5. My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place And there the screaming owl. 6. Dark, dismal thoughts, and boding fears, Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7. My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes, grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8. Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel Thy frown; Lord, ’twas Thy hand advanced me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9. My looks like withered leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening shadows are That vanish into night. 10. But Thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know Thy name, And spread Thy works abroad. 11. Thou wilt arise and show Thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th’appointed hour of grace, That long-expected day. 12. He hears His saints, He knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the prisoners doomed to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MATTHEW

Hear me O God, nor hide thy face

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #102 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark, dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as ev'ning shadows are That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Part II. 13 Let Sion, and her sons rejoice; Behold the promis'd hour: Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t'exalt his power. 14 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 15 The Lord will raise Jerusalem And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 16 He sits a sov'reign on his throne, With pity in his eyes; He hears the dying prisoners' groan, And sees their sighs arise. 17 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan’t be said, "that praying breath "Was ever spent in vain." 18 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust and praise the Lord. Part III. 19 It is the Lord our Saviour’s hand, Weakens our strength amidst the race; Disease and death at his command Arrest us and cut short our days. 20 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon? 21 Yet in the midst of death and grief This thought our sorrow should assuage; "Our Father and our Saviour live; Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age." 22 ’Twas he this earth’s foundation laid; Heav’n is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heav’ns shall fade; And all be chang'd at his command. 23 The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments shall be laid aside: But still thy throne stands firm and high; Thy church for ever must abide. 24 Before thy face thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; This dying world they shall survive, And the dead saints be rais'd again. Scripture: Psalm 102 Languages: English

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CII.I (1816) Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dri'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark, dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanced me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as ev'ning shadows are That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th’appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: A Prayer for the Afflicted Scripture: Psalm 102:1-12 Languages: English

Hear me, O GOD, nor hide thy Face

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P102a (1766) Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O GOD, nor hide thy Face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a Throne of Grace, To hear when Winners cry? 2 My Days are wasted like the Smoke Dissolving in the Air; My Strength is dry'd, my Heart is broke, And sinking in Despair. 3 My Spirits flag like with'ring Grass Burnt with excessive Heat; In secret Groans my Minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely Building's Top, The Sparrow tells her Moan, Far from the Tents of Joy and Hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My Soul is like a Wilderness, Where Beasts of Midnight howl; There the sad Raven finds her Place, And there the screaming Owl. 6 Dark dismal Thoughts, and boding Fears, Dwell in my troubled Breast; While sharp Reproaches wound my Ears, Nor give my Spirit Rest. 7 My Cup is mingled with my Woes, And Tears are my Repast; My daily Bread, like Ashes, grows Unpleasant to my Taste. 8 Sense can afford no real Joy To Souls that feel thy Frown; Lord, 'twas thy Hand advanc'd me high, Thy Hand hath cast me down. 9 My Looks like withered Leaves appear; And Life's declining Light Grows faint, as Ev'ning Shadows are That vanish into Night. 10 But Thou for ever art the same, O my Eternal GOD; Ages to come shall know thy Name, And spread thy Works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy Face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed Hour of Grace, That long-expected Day. 12 He hears his Saints, he knows their Cry, And by mysterious Ways Redeems the Prisoners doom'd to die, And fills their Tongues with Praise. Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflicted very great; Christ his Godhead; Christ the eternal Creator; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Praise for hearing prayer; Prayer Heard and Sion restored; Saints die but Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English

Hear me O God, nor hide thy face

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #216 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Hear me O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I die: Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass, Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building's top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope, I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And there the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes, grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high; Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life's declining light Grows faint as evening shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God! Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise and shew thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

Psalm 102 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.221 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dried, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. My spirits flag like with'ring grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. As on some lonely building's top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And there the screaming owl. Dark, dismal thoughts, and boding fears, Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes, grows Unpleasant to my taste. Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, 'twas thy hand advanced me high, Thy hand hath cast me down. My looks like withered leaves appear; And life's declining light Grows faint as evening shadows are That vanish into night. But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. Thou wilt arise and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long-expected day. He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners doomed to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: Hearing of prayer and salvation; Praise for hearing prayer; Afflictions very great; Church restored by prayer; God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity; Afflicted their prayer; Christ his Godhead; Christ the eternal Creator; Complaint general; Man mortal, and Christ eternal; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die, but Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

A Prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CIIa (1780) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry. 2 My days are wasted like the smoke, Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope, I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high, Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declinging light Grows faint as ev'ning shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

A Prayer of the Afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CIIa (1785) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanced me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening shadows are That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal GOD; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

A prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #176 (1786) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives; Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English

A Prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1790) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives; Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English