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Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #12b (1790) Scripture: Psalm 4:3-5 Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my pray'r, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right-hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there: I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness! Make ev'ry path of duty straight, And plain before my face. Pause. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design, To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust, For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfil'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Languages: English

In anger, Lord, rebuke me not

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #14 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 6 Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries; Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans; And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sov'reign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Languages: English

Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #15a (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness doth chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise. 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal. 3 See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair: But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. Languages: English

My trust is in my heav'nly friend

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #15b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 7 Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heav'nly friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear; As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliv'rer’s near. 3 IfI had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honor low. 4 If there be malice found in me, (I know thy piercing eyes) I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power controul; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my soul. Pause. 6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust: Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright; His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, But there themselves are cast: My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.] 9 That cruel persecuting race, Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. Languages: English

O Lord, our heav'nly King

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #17 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 8 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine. 2 When to thy works on high I raise my wond'ring eyes, And see the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies. 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms; Lord, what is man! that worthless thing, A kin to dust and worms? 4 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou should'st love him so? Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And Lord of all below. 5 Thine honors crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wond'rous are thy ways! Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame A monument of praise. 7 [Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings thou canst draw Surprising honors to thy name, And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine.] Languages: English

O Lord, our God, how wond'rous great

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #18 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 8 Lyrics: 1 O Lord our God, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state, Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold your works on high, The moon that rules the night, The stars that well adorn the sky, Those moving worlds of light; 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou shouldst visit him with grace, And love my nature so; 4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than the angels are, To save a dying worm? [5 Yet while he liv'd on earth, unknown, And man would not adore, Th' obedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his pow'r. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 These smaller glories of the Son, Shone thro' the fleshly cloud: Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.] 8 Let him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death: And be his honors sounded high By all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Languages: English

Almighty Ruler of the skies

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #19 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 8:1-2 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young, There sounding notes of honor raise; And babes with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy pow'r assist their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground; To still the bold blasphemers' rage, And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidst thy temple throng, To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place. 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests, In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their King. Languages: English

Lord, what was man when made at first

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #20 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 8:3-9 Lyrics: 1 Lord, what was man when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust! That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place; 2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below; Make ev'ry beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet? 3 But O what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state! What honors shall thy Son adorn, Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made, See him in dust amongst the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin: But he shall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall, New made, and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Savior's feet. Languages: English

With my whole heart I'll raise my song

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #21a (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 9 Lyrics: 1 With my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim: Thou sov'reign Judge of right and wrong, Wilt put my foes to shame. 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace: My God prepares his throne, To judge the world in righteousness, And make his vengeance known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove, For all the poor opprest: To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. 4 The men that know thy name will trust In thy abundant grace, For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly sought thy face. 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill; Who executes his threatning word, And doth his grace fulfil. Languages: English

When the great Judge supreme and just

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #21b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 9:12-20 Lyrics: 1 When the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood, The humble souls that mourn in dust, Shall find a faithful God. 2 He from the dreadful gates of death, Does his own children raise: In Zion’s gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father’s praise. 3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet, Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep counsels known! When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. Pause. 5 The wicked shall sink down to Hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought, And wait and long complain, Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. 7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain; Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] Languages: English