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Prayer and Praise for eminent Deliverance

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #67 (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: I'll bless the Lord from day to day Lyrics: 1 I'll bless the Lord from day to day; How good are all his ways! Ye humble souls that use to pray, Come, help my lips to praise. 2 Sing to the honuor of his name, How a poor sufferer cried, Nor was his hope expos'd to shame, Nor was his suit denied. 3 When threatening sorrows round me stood, And endless fears arose, Like the loud billows of a flood, Redoubling all my woes. 4 I told the Lord my sore distress, With heavy groans and tears; He gave my sharpest torments ease, And silenc'd all my fears. Pause. 5 [Oh sinners, come and taste his love, Come, learn his pleasant ways, And let your own experience prove The sweetness of his grace. 6 He bids his angels pitch their tents Round where his children dwell; What ills their heavenly care prevents No earthly tongue can tell.] 7 [Oh love the Lord, ye saints of his; His eye regards the just. How richly bless'd their portion is, Who make the Lord their trust! 8 Young lions pinch'd with hunger roar, And famish in the wood; But God supplies his holy poor With every needful good.] Scripture: Psalm 34:1-10 Languages: English

Exhortation to Peace and Holiness

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.) #68a (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Come, children, learn to fear the Lord Lyrics: 1 Come, children, learn to fear the Lord, And that your days be long, Let not a false or spiteful word Be found upon your tongue. 2 Depart from mischief, practise love, Pursue the works of peace; So shall the Lord your ways approve, And set your souls at ease. 3 His eyes awake to guard the just, His ears attend their cry; When broken spirits dwell in dust, The God of grace is nigh. 4 What tho' the sorrows here they taste Are sharp and tedious too, The Lord, who saves them all at last, Is their supporter now. 5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; But God secures his own, Prevents the mischief when they slide, Or heals the broken bone. 6 When desolation like a flood O'er the proud sinner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their souls. Scripture: Psalm 34:11-22 Languages: English

Exhortation to Peace and Holiness

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #68a (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Come, children, learn to fear the Lord Lyrics: 1 Come, children, learn to fear the Lord, And that your days be long, Let not a false or spiteful word Be found upon your tongue. 2 Depart from mischief, practise love, Pursue the works of peace; So shall the Lord your ways approve, And set your souls at ease. 3 His eyes awake to guard the just, His ears attend their cry; When broken spirits dwell in dust, The God of grace is nigh. 4 What tho' the sorrows here they taste Are sharp and tedious too, The Lord, who saves them all at last, Is their supporter now. 5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; But God secures his own, Prevents the mischief when they slide, Or heals the broken bone. 6 When desolation like a flood O'er the proud sinner rolls, Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their souls. Scripture: Psalm 34:11-22 Languages: English

Hypocrisy exposed

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.) #88b (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the Judge his churches warns Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And sooth and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 7 Oh dreadful hour! when Gof draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Hypocrisy exposed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #88b (1790) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the Judge his churches warns Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And sooth and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 7 Oh dreadful hour! when God draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgment

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.) #89 (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From East to West the sounding orders spread Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead; No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day. 2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh, Tempest and fire attend him down the sky; Heaven, earth and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear his justice and the sinners' doom; But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. 3 Behold my covenant stands forever good, Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names, the Greek the Jew That paid the ancient worship or the new, There's no distinction here, prepare their thrones, And near me seat my favourites and my sons. 4 I, their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge; Ye heavens proclaim abroad My just, eternal sentence, and declare, Those awful truths, that sinners dread o hear; Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or taste the victim's blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay, in woven gold? 7 Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the righteous would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Hypocrisy exposed

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.) #95 (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the Judge his churches warns Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And sooth and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean, Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgements long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 7 Oh dreadful hour! when Gof draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Hypocrisy exposed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #95 (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the Judge his churches warns Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And sooth and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong, Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his covenant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. 4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. 5 And while his judgements long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. 7 Oh dreadful hour! when Gof draws near, And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliverer dare to rise. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgement

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.) #96 (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From East to West the sounding orders spread Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead; No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day. 2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh, Tempest and fire attend him down the sky; Heaven, earth and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear his justice and the sinners' doom; But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels from their distant lands. 3 Behold my covenant stands forever good, Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names, the Greek the Jew That paid the antient worship or the new, There's no distinction here, prepare their thrones, And near me seat my favourites and my sons. 4 I, their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge; Ye heavens proclaim abroad My just, eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear; Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or taste the victim's blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7 Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the righteous would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #96 (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From East to West the sounding orders spread Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead; No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day. 2 Behold the Judge descends; his guards are nigh, Tempest and fire attend him down the sky; Heaven, earth and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear his justice and the sinners' doom; But gather first my saints (the Judge commands) Bring them, ye angels from their distant lands. 3 Behold my covenant stands forever good, Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood, And sign'd with all their names, the Greek the Jew That paid the antient worship or the new, There's no distinction here, prepare their thrones, And near me seat my favourites and my sons. 4 I, their almighty Saviour and their God, I am their Judge; Ye heavens proclaim abroad My just, eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear; Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. 5 Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain, Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal offerings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or taste the victim's blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? 7 Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong; In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the righteous would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your sinful works amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; Lest like a lion his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English