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To My Humble Supplication

Author: Joseph Bryan Hymnal: The Harvard University Hymn Book #228 (1964) Languages: English Tune Title: GENEVA 86

To my humble supplication

Author: Joseph Bryan Hymnal: Hymnal for Colleges and Schools. 3rd ed. #d319 (1958) Scripture: Psalm 86 Languages: English

To my humble supplication

Hymnal: The Hymnal of the United Church of Christ #346 (1974) Languages: English

Author: Joseph Bryan, c. 1610 Hymnal: Hymnbook for Christian Worship #430 (1970) Meter: 8.8.7.7 Topics: Prayer Responses Languages: English Tune Title: MON DIEU, PRÊTE-MOI L'OREILLE

To My Humble Supplication

Author: Joseph Bryan, 17th century Hymnal: Pilgrim Hymnal #519 (1958) Languages: English Tune Title: MON DIEU PRÊTE-MOI L'OREILLE

To My Humble Supplication

Author: Joseph Bryan Hymnal: The Hymnbook #536 (1955) Meter: 8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1 To my humble supplication, Lord, give ear and acceptation; Save Thy servant, who doth own Help and hope in Thee alone. 2 Heavenly Tutor, of Thy kindness, Teach my dullness, guide my blindness, That my steps Thy paths may tread, Which to endless bliss do lead. Amen. Topics: Service Music Choral Prayers Tune Title: MON DIEU, PRÊTE-MOI L'OREILLE

To My Humble Supplication

Author: Joseph Bryan ; Francis Davison Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6826 Meter: 8.8.7.7 Lyrics: 1. To my humble supplication, Lord, give ear and acceptation; Save Thy servant, that hath none Help nor hope but Thee alone. 2. Send, O send, relieving gladness To my soul oppressed with sadness, Which, from clog of earth set free, Winged with zeal, flies up to Thee. 3. To Thee, rich in mercies’ treasure, And in goodness without measure, Never failing help to those Who on Thy sure help repose. 4. Heavenly tutor, of Thy kindness, Teach my dullness, guide my blindness, That my steps Thy paths may tread, Which to endless bliss do lead. Languages: English Tune Title: DE PROFUNDIS

To my just Plea and sad Complaint

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XVII (1767) Lyrics: 1 To my just Plea and sad Complaint, Attend, O righteous LORD! And to my Pray'r, which is unfeign'd, A gracious Ear afford. As thou my Ways hast seen, And I have upright been, So let my righteous Sentence be; For I resign my Cause to thee. 2 Thou, LORD, hast search'd my Heart by Day, And visited by Night; And on the strictest Trial found Its secret Motions right; Nor shalt thou only find My Heart to Good inclin'd, For I have purpos'd that my Tongue Shall be restrain'd and speak no Wrong. 3 I know what wicked Men would do, Their Safety to maintain; But me thy just and mild Commands, From bloody Paths restrain. That from thy righteous Way My Soul may never stray; Do thou my Innocence secure, And make my Footsteps ever sure. 4 Since heretofore I ne'er in vain To Thee my Pray'r address'd, O now, my GOD, incline thine Ear To this my just Request. The Wonders of thy Love Let me, thy Servant prove, Thou whose Right-hand doth oft engage, To quell the bold Oppressor's Rage. 5 Oh! keep me in thy tend'rest Care! Thy shelt'ring Wing stretch out, To guard me safe from savage Foes, That compass me about. Their wicked Tongues blaspheme, O LORD! thy holy Name, Enclos'd in their own Fat they lie, And GOD, and Man, at once defy. 61 Well may they boast, for they have now Encompass'd me around, Their Eyes at watch, their Bodies bow'd And couching on the Ground: In Treach'ry they engage, Or, like the Lion rage, When greedy searching for his Prey, He lurks within a Covert Way. 7 Arise, O LORD! defeat their Plots, Their swelling Rage controul: From wicked Men, who are thy Sword, Deliver thou my Soul: From Men who still employ Their Thoughts in worldly Joy; Who find their Portion's here below, And seek no higher Bliss to know. 8 Their Race is num'rous, that partake Their Substance while they live; Their Heirs survive, to whom they may The vast Remainder give. But in thy heav'nly Grace, I'll seek thy glorious Face, And when I 'wake, with Joy shall find, Thy Image dwelling in my Mind. reflected in my Soul. Topics: Prayers When percecuted; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English Tune Title: [To my just plea and sad complaint]

To my just Plea, and sad Complaint

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 To my just Plea, and sad Complaint, attend, O righteous Lord, And to my Pray'r, as 'tis unfeign'd, a gracious Ear afford. 2 As in thy Sight I am approv'd, so let my Sentence be; And with impartial Eyes, O Lord, my upright Dealing see. 3 For thou hast search'd my Heart by Day, and visited by Night; And, on the strictest Trial found its secret Motions right. Nor shall thy Justice, Lord alone my Heart's Designs acquit; For I have purpos'd, that my Tongue shall no Offence commit. 4 I know what wicked Men would do, their Safety to maintain; But me thy just and mild Commands from bloody Paths restrain. 5 That I may still, in spite of Wrongs, my Innocence secure, O, guide me in thy righteous Ways, and make my Footsteps sure. 6 Since heretofore I ne'er in vain to Thee my Pray'r address'd; O! now, my God, incline thine Ear to this my just Request. The Wonders of thy Truth and Love in my Defence engage, Thou whose Right-hand preserves thy Saints from their Oppressors Rage. Part II 8.9 O! keep me in thy tend'rest Care; Thy sheltring Wings stretch out, To guard me safe from savage Foes, that compass me about; 10 O'ergrown with Luxury, inclos'd in their own Fat they lie; And with a proud blaspheming Mouth both God and Man defie. 11 Well may they boast; for they have now my Paths encompass'd round; Their Eyes at watch, their Bodies bow'd and couching on the Ground. 12 In Posture of a Loin set, when greedy of his Prey; Or a young Lion, when he lurks within a covert Way. 13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their Plots, their swelling Rage controul: From wicked Men, who are thy Sword, deliver thou my Soul: 14 From worldly Men, thy sharpest Scourge, whose Portion's here below; Who fill'd with earthly Stores, aspire no other Bliss to know. 15 Their Race is num'rous, that partake their Substance while they live; Their Heirs survive, to whom they may the vast Remainder give. 16 But I, in Uprightness, thy Face shall view without Controul; And, waking, shall its Image find reflected in my Soul. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English