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The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Psalms #74 (1793) First Line: Will God forever cast us off! 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 Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wild 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Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wanted signs of pow'r and grace, Thy pow'r and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our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 for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withold 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 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: Church Hymn Book #P.LXXIV (1816) 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 pray'd & 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 pow'r 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. 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 forbear, 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'enant 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 thy own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Topics: The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

Will God for ever cast us off!

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #74 (1789) 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 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 pow'r 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. 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 forbear, 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 trembling 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

The church pleading with God under sore persecution

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #151 (1791) First Line: Will God for ever 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 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 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 for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd – And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shewn 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 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 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

Psalm 74

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.161 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Will God for ever cast us off? Lyrics: Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer's blood; Nor let thy Zion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. Lift up thy feet and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. Where once thy churches prayed and sang, Thy foes profanely roar; Over thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their power. How are the seats of worship broke! They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke Procures the chief renown. With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their nest; "Come, let us burn at once," they cry, "The temple and the priest." And still, to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 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. How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profaned? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand? What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 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? 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? And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred power blaspheme? Will not thy hand that formed them first Avenge thine injured name? Think oh the cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade, And vex thy mourning dove. Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thy own cause, Almighty God, And give thy children rest. Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith; Persecutors complained of Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English