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O Wherefore Lord as unconcern'd

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #14 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Wherefore, Lord, as unconcern'd, Do'st thou so far remove? Why lays conceal'd thy Pow'r, and Grace, When Times distressing prove? 2. The Wicked persecutes the Poor, In his abounding Pride. Caught in the Snares, which they devis'd. May their own Foot abide. 3. The Wicked boasts his Heart's Desire Is crown'd with fair Success; He impiously the Lord abhors, But does the Worldling bless. 4. The Wicked, thro' his daring Pride, To seek the Lord disdains; No serious Thought of God, within His haughty Heart, remains. 5. He ever walks in grievous Ways; Thy Judgments far are borne Above his Sight; his Enemies, He puffs, at them with Scorn. 6. His Heart's vain Confidence hath said, "My State no Change shall see; "For I, secure from ev'ry Ill, "Shall be forever free. 7. His Mouth with Execration's fill'd, With gross Deceit, and Lyes; His fair Tongue Mischief doth conceal. And Injuries disguise. 8. Hid, in some lurking Place, he lies. Near Villages; intent. With watchful Eyes, against the Poor, To slay the Innocent. 9. As Lyons couching in their Dens, He waits to catch the Poor ; And those he draws within his Net, Doth eagerly devour. 10. Down doth he crouch, down to the Dust, In humble Postures all; That, in his strong devouring Jaws, The Poor may heedless fall. 11. He thinks, that God forgets his Deeds, Or turns away his Sight; And never will behold his Rage, His Violence, and Spite. Second Part 12. But now arise, O mighty God, O Lord, lift up thy Hand; Forget not thy poor suff'ring Saints, Defence for them command. 13. For wherefore should the wicked Man, With Insult, God contemn ? And proudly say, "Thou wilt not Care, "Or, what they do condemn? 14. But thou dost mark their Wrong and Spite, With strong Hand to reward; The Poor commits himself to Thee, Thou art the Orphan's Guard. 15. Break thou the Arm of wicked Men, Their evil Arts confound; Search out, and punish, their vile Deeds, Till there no more be found. 16. The Lord is universal King, Whose Kingdom ever stands; The Heathen Tribes are rooted out. And perish'd, from thy Lands. 17. Thou, Lord, the humble Man's Desire Hast still been wont to hear; Thou wilt prepare their Heart, and then Vouchsafe a gracious Ear. 18. To judge the Cause, and plead the Right, Of poor and fatherless; That so the Man of Earth no more, With Terrors may oppress. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English

I Firmly on the Lord rely

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #16 (1752) Lyrics: 1. I Firmly on the Lord rely; How can you thus my Soul advise? To some safe Place for Refuge fly. As tim'rous Bird to Mountain flyes. Z. For lo; the Wicked bend their Bow, And fix their Arrows on the String, To sgoot, and with a secret Blow, The innocent to Ruin bring; 3. If the Foundations of the State, Justice, and Truth, are overthrown, The Just can find no safe Retreat, What shall by righteous Men be done? 4. The Lord is in his holy Place, The Lord in Heav'n has fix'd his Throne; From thence with piercing Eyes surveys Men's Sons, and trys them ev'ry one. 5. The Lord the righteous Man does prove, Afflict, and try his gracious State; But those who Vice, and Rapine, love. He from his very Soul does hate. 6. Snares, Fire, and Brimstone, (dreadful Rain!) On guilty Heads he'll swiftly show'r And burning Tempest's raging Pain, Into their Cup of Vengeance pour, 7. The righteous Lord to righteous Souls, His tender Love will free impart; With Beams of Favour he beholds The Man, who is upright in Heart. Scripture: Psalm 11 Languages: English

Help, Lord; the godly Man decays

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #17 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Help Lord; the godly Man decays. And quits the hated Ground; And faithful Men, in these our Days, Are very rarely found. 2. For each one acts a treach'rous Part, Deceives his Friend with Lyes; With flatt'ring Lips, and double Heart, They speak in close Disguise. 3. Jehovah surely will, e'er long, The flatt'ring Lips cut off; With the proud, threat'ning, boasting Tongue, Which doth profanely scoff. 4. Who say, "our artful Tongues alone, "Prevailing Force afford; "What sure; are not our Lips our own? "Who over us is Lord? 5. "For Sighing of the Poor oppress'd, "Now (saith the Lord,) I'll rise: "From his Oppressors give him Rest, "But all his foes despise. 6. Thy Word, O Lord, shall firmly last, And pure from Fraud abide; As Silver thro' the Furnace past, And sev'n Times purify'd. 7. O Lord, thy promis'd Help, and Grace, Thou strictly wilt observe; And ever, from this faithless Race, Them carefully preserve. 8. The Wicked walk on ev'ry Side. And greatly multiply; When vilest Men of Fraud, and Pride, Are raised up on high. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #18 (1752) Lyrics: 1. How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? Forever shall thy Promise fail: How long before thy Face afford One Beam of Light, thro' this dark Vail? 2. How long shall I in Soul consult. And daily Sorrows wound my Heart? How long shall my proud Foes insult. And o'er me act the Tyrant's Part? 3. Consider, Lord, my piteous Case, Hear, O my God, the Cries I make; Mine Eyes, enlighten with thy Grace, Lest Death's deep Sleep me overtake. 4. Lest my proud Foe, with boasting Voice, Should say, against him I've prevail'd; And those that trouble me rejoice. To see my stedfast Hopes have fail'd. 5. But underneath thy saving Wings, My Trust is ever firmly stay'd; Therefore my Heart with Gladness springs. In Prospect of thy promis'd Aid. 6. With grateful Heart, my Songs of Praise, I'll humbly to the Lord address; For he, according to his Grace, Dealt well with me in my Distress. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

The Fool in's Heart saith, there's no God

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #19 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The Fool, in's Heart, saith, there's no God; They so corrupt are grown: Abominable Works they do. That doth Good there is none. 2. The Lord on Sons of Men, look'd down. From Heav'n, his high Abode; To see if Reason bore the Sway, And led them up to God. 3. But lo! they all were gone aside, They filthy were, and base; Not one, the Paths of Virtue trod, Of all that sinful Race. 4. Do wicked Fools so blind their Eyes, And far from Reason stray. That they my People eat as Bread, And God no Homage pay? 5. Then conscious Guilt shall them surprise, With most amazing Fear; When God, to plead the just Man's Cause, In Vengeance shall appear. 6. The pious Counsel of the Poor, Reproaching ye despise; Because the Lord his Refuge is, Where he for Shelter flies. 7. Would God, from Zion Safety send, And back his Captives bring; Jacob should, with loud Peals, rejoice. Thy Praise glad Isr'el sing. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

O Mighty God, preserve thou me

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #20b (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Mighty God, preserve thou me, From all my restless Foes; For Succour, to thine Arms, I flee, My Trust in Thee repose. 2. Thou, O my Soul, to God hast said, Thou art my Lord alone; No Benefit's to Thee convey'd. By all the Good I've done. 3. But to the Saints on Earth, upright, My Goodness may extend; Those excellent, with great Delight, I'll succour, and befriend. 4. Who warmly foreign Gods adore, Their Sorrows shall abound; Their Blood Drink-Off'rings I'll not pour, Nor Names my Lips shall sound. 5. The Lord's the Portion of my Soul, He doth my Part ordain; He richly fills my flowing Bowl, And doth my Lot maintain. 6. The Lines have measur'd out my Share, In a most pleasant Seat; My Heritage is fallen, where All Blessings jointly meet. 7. In Thanks to God, my Heart I'll raise, Whose Counsel guides me right; Sweetly my inmost Thoughts he sways. In each revolving Night. 8. My Faith has ever seen the Lord, As present, in his Love; At my Right-hand he'll Strength afford. That nought shall me remove. 9. Therefore my Heart's with Joy possest, My Tongue a chearful Strain; My dying Flesh secure shall rest, In Hope to rise again. 10 For thou wilt not abandon me. Nor leave me in the Grave; But, from the least Corruption free, Thy holy One wilt save. 11. Thou wilt to me, Life's Path expand; Joys in Perfection glow Before thy Face, at thy Right-hand, Immortal Pleasures flow. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English

Who, Lord, shall to thy courts repair

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #20a (1752) Lyrics: 1. Who, Lord, shall to thy Courts repair. And find a gracious Welcome there? Who, in thy holy Hill above, Shall dwell forever in thy Love? 2. He who uprightly guides his Ways, From Rules of Justice never strays; Whose ev'ry Word doth Truth impart. And speaks the Meaning of his Heart. 3. Who with his Tongue backbiteth not, Nor seeks his Neighbours Fame to blot; Who entertains no ill Report, Nor spreads it to his Neighbour's hurt; 4. Whose Eyes, the vile, tho' great, despise, But all that fear the Lord doth prize; Whose Oath, and Promise, firmly bind. Nor Hopes, nor Fears, shall change his Mind: 5. No Gains by griping Usury makes. Nor Bribes against the harmless takes: The Man does thus, by God approv'd. Stands firm, and never shall be mov'd. Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English

The Rights of Justice hear O Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #22 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The Rights of Justice hear, O Lord, Attend unto my Cry; A gracious Ear my Pray'r afford, From Lips which do not lie. 2. O let my Sentence from thy Face Impartially proceed; The Rights, and Justice, of my Case, Let thine Eyes closely heed. 3. My Heart, and Reins, thou Lord hast try'd. In the still Night's Recess; And nothing found; I fix'd abide My Mouth shall not transgress. 4. However wicked Men decoy, Yet, taught by thy pure Word, The Paths of them that would destroy, I ever have abhor'd. 5. Thro' all my Walk uphold thou me. In thy most righteous Way; So shall my Steps unmoved be, And from thy Paths ne'er stray. 6. On Thee I call, for thou wilt hear; O God, I Thee beseech. To my Request incline thy Ear, And hear my humble Speech. Second Part 7. O thou, who sav'st, with thy Right-hand, Who Trust in Thee repose, From all that up against them stand; Thy wondrous Love disclose. 8. Keep, as the Apple of the Eye; Hide me beneath thy Wing: 9. From raging Foes, who round me ly, And me to Death would bring. 10. Enclos'd in Fat, they proudly boast. What Malice doth devife. 11. They now surround me with their Host, And couch with watchful Eyes; 12. As hungry Lyons raging fret, When greedy for their Prey; Or a young Lyon lurking sets, In some close covert Way. 13. Arise, his secret Plots controul, And cast him down, O Lord; At liberty, O, set my Soul, From wicked Men, thy Sword. 14. From mortal Man, thy Hand, O Lord, From worldly Men me save; Who in this present Life, and World, Their fading Portion have With thy hid Treasures, thou dost fill, Their Bellies: and their Race, Num'rous and pamper'd, Heir by Will The Bulk of their Encrease. 15. But as for me, in Righteousness, Thy smiling Face I'll see; And waking, with thine Image blest. Shall satisfied be. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English

Thee, Lord, my strength, I'll dearly love

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #24 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Thee, Lord, my Strength, I'll dearly love. 2. The Lord's my Rock, to which I fly; My Fortress strong, where safe I prove; My Saviour from mine Enemy: My God, my pow'rful Aid, from whence My steady Trust securely flows: My guarding Shield, my sure Defence, My Tow'r, above the Reach of Foes. 3. Depending on thy wonted Grace, O Lord, my Pray'r I'll make to Thee; (Who worthy art of all our Praise,) So, from my Foes, I sav'd shall be. 4. Amazing Sorrows seiz'd my Soul, While Death it's Terrors round me spread; As when impetuous Torrents rowl, Ungodly Men made me afraid. 5. The Cords of Hell, a dreadful Net, Entangling me encompass'd round; Death's Snares, about me close beset, And how to 'scape no Way I found. 6. In my Distress, to God my Pray'r, With mournful Voice, I then prefer'd; Who, from his Throne, bow'd down his Ear, And my Request, in Mercy, heard. Second Part 7. The solid Earth then shook with Fear, And dreadful Trembling on it seiz'd: The Hills Foundations moved were, And shook, for God was sore displeas'd. 8. From his enraged Nostrils rose Thick Clouds of smoke; His Mouth out-threw Devouring Fire; in midst of those, Hot Thunder-Bolts around him flew. 9. He bow'd the Heavens, and came down, In solemn Pomp march'd from his Seat; Darkness, from his imperial Throne, Was spread beneath his royal Feet. 10. He on a fiery Cherub rode, That clave with speed the yielding Air; The Winds, obsequious to their God, Him, swift, on strongest Pinions, bear. 11. His Glory, Darkness hid from View; For his Pavilion, Mists arise; He, for a Cov'ring, round him threw, His thick Clouds from the nether Skies. 12. Before him, Brightness he sent out, His thick Clouds, then, in haste retire; They fell, dissolv'd, a dismal Rout, In Show'rs of Hail, and Storms of Fire. 13. The Lord, with roaring Thunder's Noise, From Heav'n, the En'my struck with Dread; Th' Almighty spoke with angry Voice, And Hail, and Fire, the Terrors spread. 14. He cast his Arrows from the Sky, Which broke the Forces of the Foe; His pointed Light'nings swiftly fly, And soon compleat their Overthrow. 15. Then did the Floods new Channels wear, The torn World it's Foundations show'd; For, Lord, thy Vengeance did appear, Fierce Blasts from thy hot Nostrils flow'd. Third Part 16. From high he sent, he seiz'd on me, He drew me from the Waters great. 17. From my strong Foe he set me free; Too strong for me, who me did hate. 18. In my dark Day they had o'ercome. But God sustain'd me by his Might. 19. Chang'd my close Siege for larger Room, Sav'd me, in whom he took Delight. 20. The Lord did my clean Hands repay; And recompence my upright Heart. 21. I did not leave thy righteous Way; Nor wickedly from God depart. 22. His Judgments all were in my Sight; None of his Laws my Soul disdain'd. 23. My Heart before him was upright; And from my darling Sin refrain'd. 24. Therefore the Lord rewarded me. According to my Righteousness; And as he saw my Hands were free From Wrong, my Griefs did soon redress. 25. "Kind to the Kind thou, Lord, wilt prove; "And just to them that Justice love. 26. "The Pure thy Purity shall see; "To Froward just Returns shall be. 27. "Thou wilt the meek afflicted raise; "But haughty Looks in Dust debase. 28 "The Lord will make my Lamp shine bright; "And turn my Darkness into Light. 29. Thus aided, I have broken through, My num'rous Foes, an armed Host: Thus, guarded by my God, I flew, And scal'd their Walls, their greatest Boast. 30. O God, thy Ways are perfect found. Thy Word, O Lord, is throughly try'd; Thou, as a Shield, wilt them surround, Whose stedfast Hopes on Thee abide. 31. "Whom, save Jehovah then alone, "Shall we, as God, adoring own? "What Rock of Strength shall us defend, "But God? who is our constant Friend. 32. 'Tis God that girds me with his Might; And brings to pass my just Intent. 33. Makes my Feet swift, as Hinds, in Flight; And strong to climb the steep Ascent. 34. My Hands he well instructed how To manage War, with dexterous Skill; My strength'ned Arm can break the Bow, That's made of well-wrought temper'd Steel. 35. Thou gav'st me the protecting Shield Of thy Salvation, in my Strait; Thy Right-hand still hath me upheld. Thy Gentleness hath made me great. 36. My strait'ned Steps thou hast enlarg'd; My Feet ne'er slipt, nor were destroy'd. 37. My Foes I hot pursu'd, o'ercharg'd, And turn'd not till they were destroy'd. 38. I gave them such a total Rout, Their vanquisht Force no more made Head; They prostrate fell, all round about, And, slain, beneath my Feet were spread. 39. For thou hast girded me with Strength, The Heat of Battle to sustain; Thou hast subdu'd my Foes at length, And made them stoop to my just Reign. 40. To me, mine En'mies Necks, he gave; To stay my Haters on the Spot. 41. They cry'd for Help, but none did save; Yes, to the Lord, who answer'd not. 42. Then small as Dust, before the Wind, Their mighty num'rous Troops I beat, Their Corpse, with great Contempt design'd, I cast, as Mire, in th' open Street. Fifth Part 43. Fierce Strifes, and Factions, thou hast laid; And made the Rebels own my Sway; O'er neighb'ring Heathen plac'd me Head, And Realms unknown shall me obey. 44. Soon as they hear, they'l Homage pay: Strangers submiss shall prostrate ly. 45. They that resist shall melt away; And frighten'd from their Coverts fly. 46. The Lord lives; let my Rock be blest; Exalted be my Saviour God. 47. God's Vengeance does my Foes arrest. Subjects whole Nations to my Rod. 48. Thou sav'dst me from mine Enemies, Rais'd me, and wast my sure Defence, From all that up against me rise; Ev'n from the Man of Violence. 49. Therefore, O Lord, my grateful Heart, And Voice, shall celebrate thy Fame: To heathen Lands thy Acts impart, And Praises sing unto thy Name. 50. God great Deliv'rance gives his King; Shews his Anointed signal Grace; Which evermore afresh shall spring. To David and his promis'd Race. Scripture: Psalm 18 Languages: English

Thro' all the Heav'ns, thy Glory, Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #28 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Thro' all the Heav'ns, thy Glory, Lord, Doth admirably shine; The starry Firmament declares Thy Pow'r, and Skill, Divine. 2. Each Day, to next succeeding Day, Discourses of thy Fame; And Night, to Night, doth clearly show The Knowledge of thy Name. 3. Were there no Speech, nor Language known Thro' the terraqueous Frame; The Voice of these would still be heard. And wide thy Praise proclaim. 4. Thro' all the Earth their Line is gone, Thro'out the World their Words; In them a rich adorned Tent He for the Sun affords. 5. Which from his Chambers marcheth forth, Bright as a Bridgroom clad; And Champion like, proud of his Strength, To run his Race is glad. 6. Lo, how he swiftly from the East, Pursues his Western Course! And all Things in his Circle feels His Heat's reviving Force. Second Part 7. God's perfect Law converts the Soul, And daily Strength supplies; His Testimonies faithful are, And make the Simple wise. 8. The Statutes of the Lord are right, With Joy they fill the Heart; The Lord's Commands are perfect pure. Light to the Eyes impart. 9. The Fear of God, from Mixtures free, Forever do's abide; His Judgments are establish'd Truth, And wholly justify'd. 10. More to be priz'd than Stores of Gold, Refin'd with utmost Skill; Than Virgin Honey sweeter far, That from the Combs distill. 11. Thy Servant, where his Danger lies, They friendly warning give; And they who strictly keep thy Word, Thence great Rewards receive. 12. But who can fully know, how oft He errs from Paths Divine; From all my secret Faults, O cleanse This guilty Soul of mine. 13. With-hold me from presumptuous Sins, Ne'er let them rule o'er me; Then upright, and from grosser Crimes, I purify'd shall be. 14. O let the Off 'rings of my Mouth, And Musings of my Heart, Delight thine Eyes: thou, Lord, my Strength, And my Redeemer art. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English