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I on the Lord with confidence rely

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XI (1756) 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 Languages: English

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

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XII (1756) 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 Languages: English

How long wilt thou my troubled soul neglect

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XIII (1756) Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou my troubled soul neglect, Nor to my fervent pray'r have due respect? How long, my God, thy presence still conceal, While I unutterable anguish feel? How long thus bootless shall I yet complain, While sneer my cruel foes, and mock my pain? 3 O hear, while I thy strength'ning light implore; O hear, or soon thy servant is no more; Death soon on all my glories casts a shade, And soon shall I be number'd with the dead. 4 Then will my foes triumphant raise their voice, And with their wonted insolence rejoice. 5 But still I'll place my confidence in thee; My only joy, thy saving hand shall be; 6 By thy blest goodness rais'd, thy praise I'll sing, And hymn thy glorious name, eternal king. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

The impious atheist, in his folly proud

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XIV (1756) Lyrics: 1 The impious atheist, in his folly proud, At one all-powerful being laughs aloud. Corrupt they're all; from virtue's path they turn, And in the quenchless fires of lust they burn; Their shocking crimes, their curst impieties, Demand tremendous vengeance from the skies. 2 Th' All-high looks down from his etherial throne, To see, if man his sov'reign pow'r will own; If yet the sons of earth accept his sway, His name revere, and his dread will obey. 3 Ah no! not one--they 'gainst their God conspire, Pursue the dictates of each wild desire, In filthy scenes their precious hours employ, And make their shocking crimes their horrid joy. 4 Does then rank frenzy o'er the wicked reign, That they such hideous blasphemy maintain, That they my people, as their prey, devour, And, obstinate, reject almighty pow'r? 5 But still their wretched hearts shall make with fear, For, where the righteous are, God's always near, The refuge of the just he'll constant prove; The humble soul is sure to have his love; 6 And, while, ye wicked, you her hopes deride, Falls direful vengeance on your impious pride. 7 From Sion's hill, O that the Lord wou'd send His speedy aid, and Jacob's sons defend; Wou'd his own people from their bondage free, And give them back their long'd-for liberty; Then shou'd the race of Israel shout for joy, And their glad tongues in grateful hymns employ. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

Who in thy glorious temple, Lord, shall dwell

Author: Thomas Cradock Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XV (1756) Lyrics: 1 Who in thy glorious temple, Lord, shall dwell, And who shall rest upon thy holy hill? 2 E'en he, who holds simplicity of heart. And from thy righteous judgments dreads to part; Whose faithful tongue, indignant of a lie, Wounds not his neighbour's peace with calumny; Whose thoughts no mischief 'gainst a foe intend; Who vents no killing slander 'gainst a friend: 4 Who shuns the wicked, and detests their ways; But, honours him, that heav'ns high will obeys; Who'll to the indigent his help afford, And lose his int'rest, ere he'll break his word. 5 Who with a modest income is content, Nor takes reward against the innocent; By acts like these, who can his duty prove, Shall live for ever with his God above. Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English

Preserve me, Lord--on thy blest pow'r relies

Author: Thomas Cradock Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XVI (1756) Lyrics: 1 Preserve me, Lord--on thy blest pow'r relies My fervent soul, and to thy goodness flies. Yet not to thee my faithful works extend; Weak tho' I am, an aiding hand I'll lend To those dear saints, in virtue that excel, Their hope, their joy, their pride, with thee to dwell. 4 But hapless they, who not in thee will trust, And think their hopes in fancied gods are just! Their bloody sacrifices I'll disdain, Nor shall their impious names my lips profane. 5 No; rather in thy pow'r secure I'll stand; Receive my lot, my portion, from thy hand: 6 O blessed lot! O heavenly retreat! In fields of fairest flow'rs is fix'd my seat; Plac'd as I am therein by hands divine, A scene of endless happiness is mine. 7 Therefore my soul with gratitude o'erflows; By thee inspir'd, with heav'nly ardour glows; 8 I feel the present God, that guards my steps; My high-enraptur'd heart within me leaps; My infirm body trembles with the joy, And my whole system proves the ecstasy. 10 For from the gloomy horrors of the grave, Thy holy, thy anointed one, thou'lt save; From dreary darkness thou his soul wilt free, Nor shall thy chosen vile corruption see: 11 The blissful paths of life thou'lt to him shew, Where in thy presence joys for ever flow; Where in full streams immortal pleasures roll, From thy right-hand, to fill the ravish'd soul. Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English

Do thou, just God, a just man's pray'r attend

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XVII (1756) Lyrics: 1 Do thou, just God, a just man's pray'r attend; O listen to the cry that comes unfeign'd; 2 At thy tribunal David asks redress, With pitying eye behold his sad distress. 3 Oft hast thou prov'd me in the silent night, And found the purpose of my heart was right; Oft view'd my secret soul, and found, in nought My tongue e'ar differ'd from my inmost thought. 4 Thy word my rule, and govern'd by thy fear; I from the works of impious men kept clear. 5 O still preserve me in the path I've trod; O let me firmly tread, all-gracious God. 6 Thee have I oft invok'd, for thou wilt hear; List, while I plead; incline thy gracious ear: 7 Shew me thy mercy, thou, whose potent arm Defends the soul, that trusts in thee, from harm. 8 Thy wings protectful o'er my steps extend; Me, as the apple of the eye, defend 9 From that abandon'd crew, my peace that wound; From those my foes, that compass me around; 10 Who, with their wealth elate, forget their God, And in their guilt are insolently proud. 11 In ev'ry secret place they lay the snare; And 'gainst my life their wily schemes prepare: 12 Like to the lion, that expects his prey, Or like his whelp, they keep my soul at bay. 13 Arise, O Lord; confound their villainy; From their destructive toils thy servant free; 14 Thy sword they are; thy wisdom lets them reign; Thou giv'st them here a wide, a large domain, In wealth they flow, and, when they breathe no more, Their num'rous sons possess their shining store. 15 For me, by innocence of heart I'll strive Still in thy favour, in thy light, to live; Enough, O gracious God, enough for me To view in bliis thy glorious majesty. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English

O Sov'reign Lord, whom my support I prove

Author: Thomas Cradock Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XVIII (1756) 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 Languages: English

The spacious firmament, that hangs on high

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XIX (1756) Lyrics: 1 The spacious firmament, that hangs on high, The splendid glories of the spangled sky, Fix'd in due order, clad in bright array, The great, th' almighty architect, display. 2 From day to day, from night to night, they roll, And pour conviction on the humble soul: 3 In them, surpriz'd, the various nations hear The mighty God his ruling pow'r declare: 4 To regions most remote aloud they sound; Their voice extends to earth's extremest bound. 5 High 'bove the rest, in his full radiance gay, Comes forth th' englad'ning sun, to gild the day; Like a young bridegroom, who, to charm his fair, Adorns his body with the nicest care; Exulting, like a giant, in his force, He runs with vast rapidity, his course. 6 See, from the east his rosy car he drives Lo! nature at his joyous beams revives; See, o'er the wide expanse he wheels his way; The whole creation at his presence gay. 7 But not alone these wonders strike with awe; The Lord's as glorious in his sacred law; His laws, which strictest purity impart, His word that giveth wisdom to the heart; 8 His statutes that rejoice the humble soul, His judgments that the ways of sin controul, His precepts that enlight the pious breast, His holy fear, that shall for ever last. 10 With them not e'en the richest sweets compare; Than gold, than gems, of nobler price they are; 11 By them thy servant rules his inmost thought, And the bright road to happiness is taught. 12 Yet who the errors of his heart can tell, How oft 'gainst thee his secret thoughts rebel; What vain ideas in his fancy play, And o'er each word, each action, hold the sway? O cleanse thy servant from the great offence; 13 O let him keep his truth, his innocence; O from presumptuous guilt preserve him free, And firm him in his own simplicity. 14 Grant, dear redeemer, this my fervent pray'r; Whate'er my words, my meditations are, To thee may they, a grateful incense, rise, And meet with kind acceptance from thy eyes. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

When troubles him thee round, when foes distress

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #XX (1756) Lyrics: 1 When troubles hem thee round, when foes distress, And thou to heav'n thy fervent pray'r address, To thee a list'ning ear th' almighty lend, Thee by his name may Jacob's God defend: 2 From his resplendent throne assistance give, From Sions sacred temple bid thee live; 3 Thy victims at his altar not forget; And thy oblations graciously accept; 4 Grant to thy heart's desire the ask'd success, Dispel thy woes, and all thy counsels bless. 5 And when th' almighty God has given his aid, And crown'd with conquest thy anointed head, We'll join thy triumphs with according voice, And in thy great deliv'rer we'll rejoice. 6 For well we know thou art th' eternal's care, That from his lofty throne thy suit he'll hear; That not in vain thou'lt on his pow'r rely; His strong right-hand will give thee victory. 7 Let the proud heathen in their cars confide, And on their harnest'd steeds exulting ride; Be they their empty boaft more wifely we Depend, O God, on thy great name and thee. 8 Their harnest'd steeds, their falchion'd chariots fail, Nor in the day of deep distress prevail; See, low they fall, while, in thy pow'r we rise, And snatch the conquest from our enemies. 5 Save us and hear--on thee we call, O Lord; While thou thy strong protection wilt afford, We dare the menac'd battle of the foe; Fruitless, he darts the spear, and bends the bow. Scripture: Psalm 20 Languages: English