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Will God forever cast us off?

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Sacred Harp #49b (1991) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Will God forever cast us off? His wrath forever smoke Against the people of His love, His little chosen flock. 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With the Redeemer’s blood, Nor let Thy Zion be forgot, Where once Thy glory stood. 3 Where once Thy churches prayed and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid Thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their host engage. 4 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of pow’r and grace Thy pow’r and grace are gone. 5 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the hour of our relief, The hour of Thy return. Languages: English Tune Title: MEAR

The Church pleading with GOD under sore Persecution

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXIV (1780) First Line: Will God forever cast us off Lyrics: 1 Will God forever cast us off, His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely roar; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their pow'r. 5 How are the seats of worship broke! They tear the buildings down; And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; "Come let us burn at once, they cry, "The temple and the priest." 7 And still, to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace, Thy pow'r and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes, But all the seers mourn; There's not a soul amongst us knows The time of thy return. Pause. 9 How long eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy to bear, And still withhold thine hand? 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wond'rous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day, Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first, Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy mourning dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thy own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

Will God Forever Cast Us Off? (Mear)

Hymnal: The Sacred Harp #49b (2012) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Will God forever cast us off? Tune Title: WILL GOD FOREVER CAST US OFF? (MEAR)

The Church Pleading with GOD under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #LXXIV (1785) First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy pow'r and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal GOD, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame. 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other GOD we own, No other GOD adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injured name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade, And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, Almighty GOD, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

Will God for ever cast us off?

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #24b (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? Languages: English Tune Title: MEAR

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

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.) #131 (1786) First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of; Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #131 (1790) First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wanted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of; Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #139 (1786) First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of; Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #139 (1787) First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of; Persecuted Saints; Persecutors complained of Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

Will God for Ever Cast Us Off?

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7477 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of His love, His little chosen flock? 2. Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let Thy Zion be forgot, Where once Thy glory stood. 3. Lift up Thy feet and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within Thy walls. 4. Where once Thy churches prayed and sang, Thy foes profanely roar; Over Thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their power. 5. How are the seats of worship broke! They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke Procures the chief renown. 6. With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their nest; Come, let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7. And still, to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8. No prophet speaks to calm our woes, But all the seers mourn; There’s not a soul amongst us knows The time of Thy return. 9. How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10. Canst Thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profaned? And still Thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold Thine hand? 11. What strange deliverance hast Thou shown In ages long before! And now no other god we own, No other god adore. 12. Thou didst divide the raging sea By Thy resistless might, To make Thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13. Is not the world of nature Thine, The darkness and the day? Didst Thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14. Hath not Thy power formed every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15. And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred power blaspheme? Will not Thy hand that formed them first Avenge Thine injured name? 16. Think on the covenant Thou hast made, And all Thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade, And vex Thy mourning dove. 17. Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead Thy own cause, Almighty God, And give Thy children rest. Languages: English Tune Title: BEATITUDO