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With restless and ungovern'd rage

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #2 (1789) Lyrics: 1 With restless and ungovern'd rage, Why do the Heathen storm? Why in such rash attempts engage, As they can ne’er perform? 2 The great in counsel, and in might, Their various forces bring; Against the Lord they all unite, And His anointed king. 3 "Must we submit to their commands?" Presumptuously they say; "No, let us break their slavish bands, "And cast their chains away." 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on high, And sees how they combine, Does their conspiring strength defy, And mocks their vain design. 5 Thick clouds of wrath divine shall break On his rebellious foes; And thus will he in thunder speak, To all that dare oppose. 6 "Though madly you dispute my will, "The King that I ordain, "Whose throne is fix'd on Sion’s hill, "Shall there securely reign." 7 Attend, O earth, whilst I declare God’s uncontroll'd decree: "Thou art my Son; this day. my heir "Have I begotten thee. 8 "Ask and receive thy full demands, "Thine shall the Heathen be: "The utmost limits of the lands "Shall be possess'd by thee. 9 "Thy threat’ning sceptre thou shalt shake, "And crush them ev'ry where; "As massy bars of iron break "The potter’s brittle ware." 10 Learn then, ye princes; and give ear, Ye judges of the earth: Worship the Lord with holy fear; Rejoice with awful mirth. 11 Appease the Son, with due respect Your timely homage pay; Lest he revenge the bold neglect, Incens'd by your delay. 12 If but in part His anger rise, Who can endure the flame? Then blest are they whose hope relies On his most holy name. Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English

My God, how many are my fears?

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #3 (1789) Lyrics: 1 My God, how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in Heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a list'ning ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdu'd my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose. 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood: Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I in glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

O God of grace and righteousness

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #4 (1789) Lyrics: 1 O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviours name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears and pities their complaints, For the dear sake of Christ that died. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav'nly food. 6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace divine, and love so great; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boasted state. Scripture: Psalm 4 Languages: English

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #5 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye: 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Now dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness; Make every path of duty strait And plain before my face. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design, To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy: While those that in thy mercy trust, For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English

Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #6 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, And spare a wretch forlorn; Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, Too heavy to be borne. 2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, Unable to endure The anguish of my aching bones, Which thou alone can'st cure. 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, And fills my soul with grief: But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay To grant me thy relief? 4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, And ease my troubled soul: Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake, Vouchsafe to make me whole. 5 For after death no more can I On earth thy acts proclaim; No pris'ner of the silent grave Can magnify thy name. 6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint, No hope of ease I see; The night, that quiets common grief, Is spent in tears by me. 7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, My eyes with weakness close; Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think On my insulting foes. 8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs Ye shall no more rejoice; For God, I find, accepts my tears, and listens to my voice. 9 He hears, and grants my humble pray'r; And they that wish my fall, Shall blush and rage, to see that God Protects me from them all. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

My trust is in my heavenly Friend

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #7 (1789) Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly friend, My hope in thee, my God: Rise and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliverer’s near. 3 If I my pride provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honor low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and pow'r controul; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my soul. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th’ upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the LORD. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

O Lord, our heavenly King

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #8 (1789) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our heavenly King! Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o’er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works above I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies. 3 When I survey the stars And all their shining forms, LORD, what is man, that worthless thing, A-kin to dust and worms? 4 LORD, what is worthless man, That thou should'st love him so? Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And Lord of all below/ 5 Thine honors crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wond'rous are thy ways; Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise. 7 From mouths of feeble babes And sucklings, thou canst draw Surprising honors to thy name, And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English

To celebrate thy name, O LORD!

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #9 (1789) Lyrics: 1 To celebrate thy Name, O LORD! My heart and voice, in one accord With grateful joy, I will declare To men thy works, which wond'rous are. 2 Thy thought of them to me shall bring Exalted pleasure whilst I sing: My thankful soul shall strive to raise, To thee, my God, triumphant praise. 3 When those who did against me rise, Have fled with shame, struck with surprise, Terror shall seize them in their flight; They fall and perish at thy sight. 4 Against my life they strove in vain; For thou didst still my cause maintain; My right asserting from thy throne, Where justice reigns, and truth is known. 5 The insolence of heathen pride, O God of truth, thou wilt deride; Their offspring shall be low debas'd, Their names with infamy disgrac'd. Part II: 6 Mistaken foes, your ill design, Quite vanquish'd, now you must resign; Our city yet remains secure, Altho' you thought its ruin sure. 7 For God, the LORD, entrhon'd on high, Is with impartial justice nigh: His judgment-seat he hath prepar'd; As well to punish as reward. 8 There shall he sit in righteousness, And ev'ry secret wrong redress: His anger will his foes destroy, His saints shall still his smiles enjoy. 9 GOD is a constant sure defence Against oppressive insolence; And when our foes exert their rage, He will in our behalf engage. 10 All those who have his goodness known, Will look for help to GOD alone; His mercy never will neglect Those who his holy name respect. Part III: 11 Oh join your Hearts in one accord, From Sion's Hill bless ye the LORD: His deeds throughout the world proclaim, 'Till all revere his holy name. 12 When he enquiry makes for guilt, The blood of saints by sinners spilt; He calls to mind the poor distress'd, And all their wrongs are soon redress'd. 13 Then pity, LORD, my troubled state, Dispel the grief my foes create; Thou who dost oft my pray'r attend, And in distress assistance lend. 14 That I in Zion may proclaim Thy praise to all who love thy name, And in loud shouts of grateful joy, My heart and tongue, and voice employ. 15 Deep in the pit design'd for me The heathen pride shall humbled be; Their feet insensibly ensnar'd, where they my ruin had prepar'd. 16 Thus by his judgments, GOD is known; All nations must his justice own; The wicked he will low debase, And by their own designs disgrace. 17 In hell the sinner shall be cast, Mid torments which must ever last; None are by privacy obscur'd; None shall by numbers be secur'd. 18 His suff'ring saints, when most distress'd, Are by his timely aid redress'd; Tho' for a while in sorrows drown'd, Their hope shall with success be crown'd, 19 Arise, O LORD! to judgment come, Pronounce the guilty heathen's doom; Let not thy foes thy saints devour; But crush them by Almighty pow'r. 20 Strike terror through the nations round; The heathen pride, O LORD! confound; And let them by consenting fear, No more than mortal men appear. Scripture: Psalm 9 Languages: English

Why doth the Lord depart so far?

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #10 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Lord depart so far, And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and the laws? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And slight their righteous cause? 3 They cast thy judgments from their sight And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand, When God ascends on high. 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say with foolish pride, The God of heav'n will ne'er engage To fight on Zion's side? 6 But thou for ever art our Lord; And powerful is thine hand, As when the heathen felt thy sword, And perish'd from thy land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear; Accept the vows thy children pay, And free thy saints from fear. 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess, They are but earth and dust. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English

Since I have plac'd my trust in God

Hymnal: PDHS1789 #11 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Since I have plac'd my trust in God, A refuge always nigh, Why should I, like a tim'rous bird, to distant mountains fly? 2 Behold, the wicked bend their bow, And ready fix their dart, Lurking in ambush to destroy The man of upright heart. 3 When once the firm assurance fails Which public faith imparts, 'Tis time for innocence to fly From such deceitful arts. 4 The Lord hath both a temple here And righteous throne above Whence he surveys the sons of men And how their councils move. 5 If God, the righteous, whom he loves, For trial does correct; What must the sons of violence, Whom he abhors, expect? 6 Snares, fire, and brimstone, on their heads, Shall in one tempest show'r; This dreadful mixture his revenge Into their cup shall pour. 7 The righteous Lord will righteous deeds With signal favor grace; And to the upright man disclose The brightness of his face. Scripture: Psalm 11 Languages: English