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A Prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1790) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives; Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English

A Prayer of the Afflicted

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #179 (1740) First Line: Hear me, O GOD, nor hide thy Face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O GOD, nor hide thy Face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a Throne of Grace, To hear when Winners cry? 2 My Days are wasted like the Smoke Dissolving in the Air; My Strength is dry'd, my Heart is broke, And sinking in Despair. 3 My Spirits flag like with'ring Grass Burnt with excessive Heat; In secret Groans my Minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely Building's Top The Sparrow tells her Moan, Far from the Tents of Joy and Hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My Soul is like a Wilderness, Where Beasts of Midnight howl; There the sad Raven finds her Place, And there the screaming Owl. 6 Dark dismal Thoughts, and boding Fears, Dwell in my troubled Breast; While sharp Reproaches wound my Ears, Nor give my Spirit Rest. 7 My Cup is mingled with my Woes, And Tears are my Repast; My daily Bread, like Ashes, grows Unpleasant to my Taste. 8 Sense can afford no real Joy To Souls that feel thy Frown; Lord, 'twas thy Hand advanc'd me high, Thy Hand hath cast me down. 9 My Looks like withered Leaves appear; And Life's declining Light Grows faint, as Ev'ning Shadows are That vanish into Might. 10 But Thou for ever art the same, O my Eternal GOD; Ages to come shall know thy Name, And spread thy Works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy Face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed Hour of Grace, That long-expected Day. 12 He hears his Saints, he knows their Cry, And by mysterious Ways Redeems the Prisoners doom'd to die, And fills their Tongues with Praise. Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflicted very great; Christ his Godhead; Christ the eternal Creator; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Praise for hearing prayer; Prayer Heard and Sion restored; Saints die but Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

A prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #187 (1786) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives; Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English

A prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #187 (1787) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives; Christ the eternal Creator; Christ his Godhead; Church restored by prayer; Complaint general; God Eternal and Man mortal; Hearing of Prayer and Salvation; Man mortal and Christ eternal; Mortality and God's eternity; Prayer heard and Zion restored; Saints die but, Christ lives Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

A prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #205 (1791) First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die: Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 Like smoke my wasting days depart, When it dissolves in air; My strength is dry'd, my broken heart Is sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag, like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint, as ev'ning-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English