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What desp'rate madness strikes the heathen? Say

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 What desp'rate madness strikes the heathen? Say, What vain delusive hopes the nations sway? 2 Earth's haughty tyrants in their pride rebel; With impious rage the mad'ning rulers swell; Thro' all, thro' all, the fatal frenzy flies; Against the Lord, against his Christ, they rise. 3 "Our fouls (they boast) we'll from this bondage free, "And vindicate our native liberty." 4 But they in vain Omnipotence defy, The great, the sov'reign Lord, that rules on high, Laughs all their empty menaces to scorn; 5 See, see against them his dread fury burn! Hear 'gainst his enemies his thunder break! Hear him (O hear) the solemn mandate speak; 6 "Thou still, my son, on sacred Sion reign, "And o'er the conquer'd globe my pow'r maintain." 7 For me, while breath inspires this vital frame, The law my God hath giv'n me, I'll proclaim; "This day, my son, have I begotten thee; 8 "Ask of thy sov'reign father--thine shall be "Whate'er the regions of the world contain, "Whatever aether bounds, whate'er the main; 9 "Thou with an iron rod the nations sway; "Bruise them, like vessels form'd of potter's clay." 10 But hear, ye monarchs of the world, be wise; Dispel this dark'ning mist before your Eyes; 11 Serve the great father, and his will revere; Temper your joy with pure, with holy fear, 12 Embrace the Son, and due obedience shew; If but awhile his dire resentment glow, Eternal death's your doom--thrice happy all, Who trust in him, on his dread name who call! Scripture: Psalm 2

While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear; Displeas'd, thy chastisements are too severe. 2 Have mercy, Lord--a languid weakness reigns; Heal my distemper'd bones, and ease my pains. 3 Incessant ills my anguish'd soul distress; How long wilt thou delay, till thou redress? 4 Still I'll implore thee--turn, dread father, turn, Nor let thy mercy leave me thus forlorn. 5 In death of thee we no remembrance have, And who can praise thee in the silent grave? 6 Heaves my sad breast the live-long night with sighs; Suff8s'd with constant streams my sleepless eyes; My bed I water with the briny flood; Swims my wet couch with tears, O pitying God; 7 No more with florid Health my visage glows; The lilly now looks pale, where blush'd the rose; My sight's impair'd, my body wears away, While cruel foes haste on the swift decay! 8 Far hence, ye impious crouds; the Lord hath heard My earnest pray'r, my anguish'd soul he 'as chear'd; 9 My earnest pray'r I've not preferr'd in vain; My earnest pray'r my God will not disdain. 10 Confusion shall be theirs, that vex my soul; Their causeless enmity shall meet controul; With sudden terror seiz'd, lo! back they turn, No more I'm harrast, and no more I mourn. Scripture: Psalm 6

O Lord my God, whom my defence I've made

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 O Lord my God, whom my defence I've made, When persecuting foes my life invade, 'Gainst their insidious schemes that life defend, And in the threat'ning danger stand my friend. 2 For like the savage monarch of the wood, Whose sport is slaughter, and whose thirst is blood, If thou not aidst me with thy saving pow'r, Their cruel jaws thy servant will devour. 3 And yet, O Lord, if I've th' offender been, If I've not kept my hands from rapine clean; 4 If, when my friend my int'rest has pursued, I've paid his friendship with ingratitude; (But sure a nobler way I always chose, And oft from ruin have redeem'd my foes) 5 'Gainst me let my fierce enemy succeed, Down in the earth my mangled carcase tread, Be on the vile ingrate, severely just, And lay my tarnish'd honours in the dust. 6 But thou, O Lord, in thy dread anger rise; O not my humble, ardent suit, despise; In all thy awful majesty array'd, Call forth thy vengeance to thy servant's aid. 7 So shall the people tremble at thy pow'r, And thee their king, and thee their God, adore. 8 O thou, the sov'reign judge of all mankind, Let me, as I am guiltless, mercy find, Let my integrity thy pity move; 9 While my remorseless foes thy justice prove; Thou triest the reins, the heart--thy searching eye The soul's most secret purpose can descry. 10 But why their bitter enmity I fear, When safely guarded by th' almighty's care; That gracious being that defends the good, And pours destruction on the impious proud? 12 If still perversely they resist his word, Lo! the all-high draws his avenging sword! See! his bow ready bent, his arrows fly; The wounded sinners feel his wrath, and die. 14 Such the result of wickedness like theirs! With sin they travail, and they bring forth tears; Big with delusive hopes of mighty gains,-- Death's the reward of their accursed pains. 15 For me they made a pit in vain they made; To the same pit they are themselves betray'd; 16 On their own heads their threat'ned mischiefs fall; In their own snares involv'd, they perish all. 17 Therefore to heav'n's high Lord, in songs of praise, Freed from their toils, my tuneful voice I'll raise; The just, the righteous God I'll, grateful, sing, And ever hymn the universal king. Scripture: Psalm 7

With heart sincere, thy praise, O Lord, I'll sing

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 With heart sincere, thy praise, O Lord, I'll sing; Thy wond'rous works extol, my God, my king: 2 By thee supported, I'll in thee rejoice; Thy name, thy praise, thy pow'r, shall fill my voice. 3 Elate in vain, my vanquish'd foes are fled, They perish; lo! thy presence strikes them dead: 4 For thou my righteous cause hast made thy own, And spoke thy judgments from thy awful throne: 5 Thou badst the heathen give their madness o'er; By thee their names eras'd, shall live no more. 6 Imperious foe; thy menaces are void, Like the sack'd cities, by thy rage destroy'd. 7 But thou, O mighty Lord, shalt ever reign, Thy just tribunal ever shalt maintain; 8 By righteous acts thy faithful people sway, And shield the pious souls who thee obey. 9 A certain refuge to the sore-opprest, Thou, when thy wisdom wills, shalt give them rest. 10 Thee her support the anguish'd soul shall make, Assur'd, thy servants thou wilt ne'er forsake. 11 Ye sons of Sion, his high name extol; Shout forth his praises to the nations all; 12 Not unreveng'd he lets the guiltless die, And, when the humble plains, he hears his cry. 13 O gracious God, whom my defence I found, When impious foes breath'd forth destruction round, Preserve me still, that I in grateful lays, 'Midst Salem's joyous throngs, may hymn thy praise. 15 Fall'n in the pit, for others they prepare, Entangled in their toils, the heathen are: 16 O wond'rous justice of a righteous God! From their own wily acts their ruin flow'd. 17 Thus their own schemes their own destruction prove; Thus perish they, who not their Maker love, 18 But all, who humbly on their God rely, Want not his aid, when in distress they cry. 19 Yes, Lord, arise--let not vain man prevail; Convince them, that thy truth will never fail; 20 Make them thy sov'reign pow'r, thy justice own; That they're but men, that thou art God alone. Scripture: Psalm 9

O gracious God, why standest thou afar?

Author: Thomas Cradock Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 O gracious God, why standest thou afar? Why not thy poor afflicted servant hear? 2 The impious atheist persecutes the just; His own insidious arts he makes his trust: Shall he his vile insidious arts enjoy, And wilt not thou the villain brood destroy? 3 See, how he glories in his wild desires, And loves the man whom vain ambition sires: 4 Big with his hopes, with high presumption fraught, Thee he denies, thou art not in his thought! 5 Secure in fancied happiness he lives; To thy dread vengeance bold defiance gives; With haughty scorn looks wrathful on his foes, And madly bids them all his schemes oppose. 6 "Your efforts all, (he proudly cries) are vain; "To life's last: verge my pow'r I will maintain, "No care, no anguish, shall corrode my breast; "No pain, no sickness, shall destroy my rest; "In all the blessings of this earth I'll flow, "And brave the highest vengeance of the foe." From his vile mouth continual curses fly; He smiles at perjury, adores a lie, Thinks it his highest honour, to deceive, And is in rapture, when the righteous grieve. 8 In the dark corners of the street he lies, With wond'rous skill prepares his treacheries, T' entrap the good, he spends the live-long night; The good, the constant objects of his spite. 9 As skulks the lion in his den, and waits, Till in his jaws some heedless beast he gets; So crouches he, so lurks in ambuscade, The blood of helpless innocence to shed; With what malignant joy the traitor smiles, When once they're hamper'd in his wily toils? 11 All this he does, and blasphemously proud, That thou regard'st him not, exults aloud; Boasts, thou his impious projects wilt not see; That right and wrong are all the same to thee. 12 Arise, O God, lift thy avenging hand, Nor let the poor in vain thy aid demand, 13 Why shou'd the wicked thus thy wrath despise? Thou carest not for man, prophane he cries. 14 Sure thou hast heard his boast, and seen his rage; The good man's cause thy justice will engage; To thee the humble plead for swift redress; Implore thy mercy in their deep distress; Own thy omnipotence, thy right divine, And that to punish wickedness is thine. 15 Break then his arm, O Lord, confound his pow'r; Destroy his schemes, that he may rage no more; Make all his vile imaginations vain, Nor let his crimes disturb our peace again. 16 Then shalt thou have o'er all eternal sway; With humble awe thy people shall obey; The madness of the heathen then shall cease, And all thy righteous servants dwell in peace. 17 Thus of the injur'd poor, the pious pray'r, All-clement God, thou condescend'st to hear; To thee they weep, to thee they cry, amain, Nor are their pious pray'rs addrest in vain: 18 That of th' afflicted thou assert the right Against th' injustice of the man of might; That he, abas'd his pride, controul'd his pow'r, May be the scourge of innocence no more. Scripture: Psalm 10

I on the Lord with confidence rely

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 I on the Lord with confidence rely; (Sure is the aid of the divinity). Why then d'ye bid my soul distrust his pow'r, And a vain refuge in the hills explore; Like tim'rous birds, whose flight betrays their fear, Who swiftly skim the skies, when danger's near? 2 For lo! th' ungodly bend their hostile bow; Their arrows ready on the firing they shew; With private spite they at the righteous aim, The man, whose conscious heart is free from blame. 3 But thou'lt, almighty Lord, their fury slay; The righteous thou'lt protect, who thee obey; Thou wilt their helpless innocence defend; The bow with fruitless aim th' ungodly bend. 4 Thou in thy hallow'd temple fit'st on high; High in thy heav'ns, enthron'd in majesty, Full in thy view the scatter'd nations are; Howe'er dispers'd, they all employ thy care. 5 Thine eye the actions of the good man views, The bad thro' all his mazy crimes pursues; The good are constant objects of thy love; The bad thy bitt'rest indignation prove. 6 Thou on the bad dost dire destruction pour, Hear! the black tempests all around them roar, Hark! the loud thunder rattles o'er their heads; Lo! it's swift fires the sulph'rous lightning sheds. 7 But, just thyself, thou call'st: the just man thine, And bidst thy mercy on the upright shine. Scripture: Psalm 11

O Lord, assist; for faith, for honour's flown

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 O Lord, asisst; for faith, for honour's flown; Our Earth they've left, and sure to Heav'n are gone: 2 Now each man to delude his neighbour tries; Their tongues are tipt with flatteries and lies. 3 But the proud tongue, that speaks a haughty lie, The false, the flattering lip, wilt thou destroy: 4 Who fearless say; " Our lips are sure our own; "Be by our perjur'd tongues our courage known; "Our villain-schemes undaunted we'll maintain; "And who our tongues shall curb, our lips shall rein?" 5 But thou shalt hear th' afflicted's earnest sighs; Thou in behalf of innocence shalt rise; Shalt free their souls from each insidious snare, And heal their sorrows with a father's care. 6 For in thy word, O Lord, we rest secure, Thy word, than purest silver far more pure; Than silver sev'n times by the fire refin'd, It's dross exhal'd, and scatter'd by the wind. 7 Yes; what thy honour speaks, wilt thou maintain; Their righteous souls in all their griefs sustain; From this degen'rate race wilt set them free, And bless them with their native liberty. 8 "But when unjust and impious men bear sway, "Then vice exults, and walks in open day." Scripture: Psalm 12

O Sov'reign Lord, whom my support I prove

Author: Thomas Cradock Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 O Sov'reign Lord, whom my support I prove, Be thou the constant object of my love. 2 My rock of safety thou, my strong defence, The God, the guardian of my innocence, My hope, my solace, in my sore distress, My shield, my buckler, when my foes oppress. 3 Thee I'll invoke; for worthy thou of praise, Thou in her griefs my drooping soul didst raise; 4 Hemm'd in with dangers, in distress I lay, Death with his direful snares beset my way; Down to the dreary shades, the fields below, Caught in his fatal toils, I fear'd to go; 6 When to my God in confidence I pray'd, Preferr'd my sad complaint, implor'd his aid. 7 Nor were my sad complaints in vain preferr'd; Soon on his awful throne my voice he heard; Lo! trembles earth at the vindictive God; Th' affrighted hills from their foundations nod; 8 From his dread nostrils clouds of smoke arise; From out his mouth a fire cosduming flies; 9 He bows the Heav'ns; he leaves his awful seat; He comes; thick misty vapours cloath his feet: 10 "On flaming Cherubs royally he rode; "On wings of winds came flying all abroad;" 11 Tremendous darkness his dread presence shrouds; Surround him waters, and involve him clouds: 12 From his bright eyes burst forth a radiant light, That drives the darkness, and dispels the night; Then falls of rattling hail a dreadful show'r, And flakes of fire their glaring volumes pour. 13 But when the Lord his awful silence broke; High heav'n with all it's deep artillery shook; Earth was astonish'd at the pouring flood, And with his rapid lightnings aether glow'd. 14 Thro' the vast void his flaming arrows fly, And flash on flash redoubles, to destroy: 15 The gaping Earth her secret sources shews, Whence springs the fountain, when the riv'let flows; And, so great terror at his wrath me feels, Trembling, her own foundations me reveals. 16 He from above reach'd forth his aiding hand; Me, sinking in the waters, he sustain'd; 17 Repuls'd the madness of my mighty foes, Their wiles eluded, and dispers'd my woes; 18 And, when with all their malice they assail'd Vain were their schemes--I in my God prevail'd. 19 Me did he reinstate in liberty, And, 'cause he lov'd his servant, set him free. 20 For well my honest humble heart he knew, And deem'd the favours he bestcow'd, my due: 21 That in his righteous ways I constant trod, Nor with the wicked wou'd forsake my God; 22 His statutes long with reverence obey'd, And never from his dread behests had stray'd; 23 Had kept my soul from fraud, from falsnood free, Had loath'd the paths of guilt, of infamy: 24 Therefore my life with justice he regards, And with a bounteous hand my truth rewards; Therefore his favour and his love he shew'd, And blessings nameless, numberless, bestow'd. 25 For who with thee conforms in heart and mind, Thee with the holy shall they holy find, That to the perfect thou wilt perfect be, 26 And the just man shall justice have from thee: But that the froward souls, who wilful deal In wily schemes, shall thy resentment feel. 27 For, when in misery the humble grieve, Thy pow'rful hand is ready to relieve, And, when with haughty scorn the wicked glow, Thou'lt check their high disdain, and bring them low 28 Me in adversity thou'st oft sustain'd, My lamp hast lighted, when the darkness reign'd. 29 My leader thou, tho' armed hosts assail, I'll break thro' all, and in thy pow'r prevail: Sure of Success, on their full ranks I'll fall, And scale the highest turret of the wall. 30 For, when the righteous, in thy cause unite, Thy word is promis'd to defend the right; Thy word, far purer than the purest gold, Close, as a buckler, to my breast I'll hold; With firmest hope I'll on thy word rely, Spring on the foe, and snatch the victory: 31 For who is Lord, or who is God, but thee? Who else has pow'r, has might, has majesty? 32 Thou giv'st me strength against the foe, O God; To heav'nly wisdom pointest out the road; 33 Thou giv'st me, swifter than the hart to fly, And far from danger placest me on high: 34 Instruct'st my hand, the use of arms to know, To dart the jav'lin, and to wield the bow. 35 My rock of safety thou, my pow'rful might; Thy strong right-hand protects me in the fight; 36 Thou clear'st my road thro' the impervious way; My tott'ring Feet, where snares entrap, dost stay; 37 Dost to my soul true fortitude impart; Soon feel my fainting foes the deadly dart; 38 Soon at my feet my mercy they implore, Sink with their wounds, and fall, to rise no more. 39 Thro' all my limbs new strength dost thou infuse; My ardent soul the gen'rous chace pursues; 40 I'm all on fire; my foes I soon destroy; Dismay'd, dejected, from my arms they fly; 41 They call for succour, but no succour's near; To thee they call, hut thou disdain'st to hear; 42 Swift, I pursue, and follow close behind; Swift they disperse, like dust before the wind; And, like the filthy rubbish of the street, I spurn their bodies with triumphant feet. 43 Thus from their hostile rage thou set'st me free, And crown'st me with imperial dignity; E'en o'er the heathen giv'st unbounded sway, And bidst the distant realms my rule obey; 44 The distant realms submissive own my right, 45 Distrust their castles, and decline the fight. 46 Praise, might and majesty to thee, O Lord; Thou didst thy pow'rful help to me afford; 47 Didst 'gainst my foes my injur'd cause maintain, And gav'st me o'er thy favour'd tribes to reign; 48 Thou bidst the tumults of the wicked cease, Distract'st their counsels, and commandest peace; 49 Therefore amid the nations I'll proclaim, In songs of gratitude, thy glorious name; 50 For to thy chosen, thy anointed king Didst thou, in his dismay, deliv'rance bring, Hast crown'd his days with glory and success, And still his latest progeny wilt bless. Scripture: Psalm 18

Sav'd by thy hand, triumphant in thy pow'r

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Sav'd by thy hand, triumphant in thy pow'r, The king shall thee in gratitude adore. By thee supported in the doubtful day, To thee the tribute of his praise shall pay: 2 Ne'er, when with suppliant voice to thee he pray'd, Didst thou deny in his distress thy aid; Ne'er, when his lips pour'd forth his heart's desire, Fruitless did he the humble boon require, 3 Of all the bounties of thy love possest, Above the warmest of his wishes blest, A golden diadem surrounds his head, Whose glitt'ring gems their bright effulgence shed. 4 For life he ask'd--thou more than life hast giv'n, A life of immortality in heav'n. 5 Eternal honours does thy hand bestow; Eternal glories from thy goodness flow; 6 Eternal bliss thou giv'st without alloy, Thy glad'ning presence ever to enjoy. 7 For thou the anchor of his hope shalt be; His trust he'll place, all-pow'rful God, in thee. 8 Thy foes thy hand vindictive soon shall feel; Vainly from thee wou'd they themselves conceal; 9 For, like the fire, which in the furnace roars, And the dry fuel, greedily devours, On their devoted heads thy judgments fall, And thy tremendous wrath consumes them all; 10 Their names are lost among the sons of men, And none will dare to say they've ever been. 11 'Gainst thee their fraudful villainies they schem'd; And, boastful, of their high success they dream'd: 12 Therefore from thee shall they attempt to fly, Yet by the arrows of thy vengeance die, 13 Yes, Lord; in all thy majesty arise, Exert thy strength against thine enemies: So shall the pious tribes thy name adore, And in continued anthems hail thy pow'r Scripture: Psalm 21

Why does my God forsake me? will no more

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Why does my God forsake me? will no more Thy goodness aid me, when I life implore? 2 The tedious day, the live-long night I sigh; In vain; thy saving pow'r does still deny. 3 Yet art thou holy, O thou sov'reign king; Thy praise the sons of Sion constant sing; 4 On thee our fathers in their woes relied, On thee they call'd, nor was thy aid denied. 5 Their only solace in their sore distress, Benign thou heard'st their pray'r, and didst redress. 6 But I'm a worm no man am I the croud With jeers insult me, and reproach aloud; 7 With killing scorn, who meet me in the way, Shoot out the lip and make the head, and say; 8 "In God he plac'd his empty confidence; "The Lord he boasted for his sure defence; "Since Heav'n his glory, his delight he made, "Let him support him now, and grant him aid." 9 But sure, when in the dreary womb I lay, Thy goodness gave me, to enjoy the day; When a weak helpless infant at the breast, Thou wast my God, and with thy favour blest: 11 Now then, when only thou canst comfort give, Let me secure in thy protection live. 12 Wild bulls of Bashan compass me around; Me they beset, and meditate the wound; 13 On me they gape, and threaten to devour, And, like to fierce and famish'd lions, roar. 14 My blood flows out; shrunk up is ev'ry vein; My feeble joints, my body scarce sustain; My trembling tortur'd heart forgets to beat; It melts, like wax dissolving in the heat: 15 Like a mere potsherd, am I dried away; My strength is lost; my weaken'd limbs decay; Close to my shrivel'd jaws my tongue does cleave, And lo! I totter o'er the gaping grave. 16 For the whole impious rout enclose me round; And, like fell wolves, my wretched body wound. 17 They pierce my hands my feet so lank I'm grown, With ease may be distinguished bone from bone. With the sad view they glut their rav'ning eye, And feed their cruel hearts with horrid joy. 18 My various garments 'mongst them they divide, And, whose my vesture, by the lot is tried, 19 But, gracious Lord, thy pleading servant hear, And haste my sad afflicted soul to chear, 20 Drive back the sword of my assaulting foes; The fury of these rav'ning wolves oppose; 21 O save me, save me from the lions jaws, And with thy strongest might support my cause. 22 From death redeem'd, thy goodness I'll proclaim, And in the glad assembly hymn thy name. 23 Ye humble souls, that fear the Lord, rejoice; Ye sons of Jacob, raise the tuneful voice; In festal hymns set forth his saving pow'r, In songs of joy his clemency adore: 24 For, when th' afflicted in sad anguish cried, With scorn he heard not, nor his aid denied; Nor from his mis'ries turn'd his face away, But to his troubled soul restor'd the day. 25 Therefore his praises shall employ my tongue, And all the pious tribes shall join the song. 26 The humbly meek, that seek th' almighty Lord, Who've long his glorious attributes ador'd, With joy shall at his sacred banquet feed, And satisfy their soul with living bread. 27 Yes; all the nations of the world shall own His pow'r, shall worship 'fore his awful throne; Earth's farthest bounds his statutes shall obey, And with according voice avow his sway: 28 Earth's farthest bounds are subject to his pow'r, And he's the universal governor. 29 The rich, the mighty, at his board shall sit, And bless his sov'reign bounty, while they eat; The poor, just sinking to the shades below, 'Fore him in humble adoration bow. 30 A feed lhall ferve him, and his name adore, And be accounted bis, till time's no more ; 3 1 To people yet unborn his works proclaim, ' Difplay the wonders of his holy name ; 80 His dread inflictions on the haughty proud, His ever-flowing mercy on the good, Scripture: Psalm 22