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Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship

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.) #81a (1786) Topics: Complaint of Absence form Public Worship; Complaint of Absence form Public Worship First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: 1 With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find, And taste the cooling brook. 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without controul, "And where’s your God at last?" 4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on antient days: Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. 5 But why, my soul, sink down so far Beneath this heavy load? My spirit, why indulge despair, And sin against my God? 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-9 Languages: English

Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #81a (1787) Topics: Complaint of Absence form Public Worship; Complaint of Absence form Public Worship First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: 1 With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find, And taste the cooling brook. 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without controul, "And where’s your God at last?" 4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on antient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. 5 But why, my soul, sink down so far Beneath this heavy load? My spirit, why indulge despair, And sin against my God? 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-9 Languages: English

The Pleasure of public Worship

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #144 (1786) Topics: Worship public; Worship public First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair Lyrics: 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee. 3 The sparrow chuses where to rest, And for her young provides a nest; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne above the sky; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 5 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God. 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

The Pleasure of Public Worship

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #144 (1790) Topics: Worship public; Worship public First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair Lyrics: 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee. 3 The sparrow chuses where to rest, And for her young provides a nest; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne above the sky; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 5 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God. 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

The Pleasure of public Worship

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.) #153 (1786) Topics: Worship public; Worship public First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair Lyrics: 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee. 3 The sparrow chuses where to rest, And for her young provides a nest; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne above the sky; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 5 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God. 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

The Pleasure of public Worship

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #153 (1787) Topics: Worship public; Worship public First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair Lyrics: 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee. 3 The sparrow chuses where to rest, And for her young provides a nest; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne above the sky; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 5 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face and learn thy praise. 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God. 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

Safety in public Diseases and Dangers

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #159b (1786) Topics: Preservation in public dangers; Preservation in public dangers First Line: He that hath made his refuge God Lyrics: 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, "my God, thy power "Shall be my fortress and my tower; "I that am form'd of feeble dust Make thine Almighty arm my trust." 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care Shall keep thee from the fowler’s snare; From Satan's wiles, who still betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood, From birds of prey that seek their blood, The Lord his faithful saints shall guard And endless life be their reward. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire; God is their life, his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe: the poisoned air Grows pure, if Israel’s God be there. Puase. 7 What though a thousand at thy side, Around thy path ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Past all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7 Languages: English

Safety in public Diseases and Dangers

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #159b (1790) Topics: Preservation in public dangers; Preservation in public dangers First Line: He that hath made his refuge God Lyrics: 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, "my God, thy power "Shall be my fortress and my tower; "I that am form'd of feeble dust Make thine Almighty arm my trust." 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care Shall keep the from the fowler’s snare; From Satan's wiles, who still betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood, From birds of prey that seek their blood, The Lord his faithful sains shall guard And endless life be their reward. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire; God is their life, his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe: the poisoned air Grows pure, if Israel’s God be there. Pause. 7 What though a thousand at thy side, Around thy path ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Past all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7 Languages: English

Safety in public Diseases and Dangers

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.) #170 (1786) Topics: Preservation in public dangers; Preservation in public dangers First Line: He that hath made his refuge God Lyrics: 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, "my God, thy power "Shall be my fortress and my tower; "I that am form'd of feeble dust Make thine Almighty arm my trust." 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care Shall keep thee from the fowler’s snare; From Satan's wiles, who still betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood, From birds of prey that seek their blood, The Lord his faithful saints shall guard And endless life be their reward. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire; God is their life, his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe: the poisoned air Grows pure, if Israel’s God be there. Puase. 7 What though a thousand at thy side, Around thy path ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Past all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7 Languages: English

Safety in public Diseases and Dangers

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #170 (1787) Topics: Preservation in public dangers; Preservation in public dangers First Line: He that hath made his refuge God Lyrics: 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, "my God, thy power "Shall be my fortress and my tower; "I that am form'd of feeble dust Make thine Almighty arm my trust." 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care Shall keep thee from the fowler’s snare; From Satan's wiles, who still betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood, From birds of prey that seek their blood, The Lord his faithful saints shall guard And endless life be their reward. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire; God is their life, his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe: the poisoned air Grows pure, if Israel’s God be there. Puase. 7 What though a thousand at thy side, Around thy path ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Past all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7 Languages: English