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Conflict and Victory

Hymnal: The Psalter #361 (1912) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflictions Many and Severe; Church Afflicted First Line: Through all the years may Israel say Lyrics: 1 Through all the years, may Israel say, My bitter foes have oft assailed, Have sought my hurt in fierce array, Yet over me have not prevailed. 2 Though scars of conflict and distress Remain to tell of trials past, Jehovah in His righteousness Has safely brought us through at last. 3 The foes of Zion shall be brought To hopeless flight and put to shame; Their wicked plans shall come to nought And all mankind forget their name. 4 To them no kindly friend shall say, God bless you now and speed you well; No grateful heart for them shall pray, May God's rich blessing on you dwell. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English Tune Title: ASHWELL

Memories of Zion

Hymnal: The Psalter #379 (1912) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Church Afflicted First Line: By Babel's streams we sat and wept Lyrics: 1 By Babel's streams we sat and wept, For mem'ry still to Zion clung; The winds alone our harp-strings swept, That on the drooping willows hung. 2 There our rude captors, flushed with pride, A song required to mock our wrongs; Our spoilers called for mirth, and cried, Come, song us one of Zion's songs. 3 Not songs but sighs to us belong When Zion's walls in ruin lie; How shall we sing Jehovah's song While in an alien land we die? 4 O Zion fair, God's holy hill, Wherein our God delights to dwell, Let my right hand forget her skill If I forget to love thee well. 5 If I do not remember thee, Then let my tongue from utterance cease, If any earthly joy to me Be dear as Zion's joy and peace. 6 Remember, Lord, the dreadful day Of Zion's cruel overthrow; How happy he who shall repay The bitter hatred of her foe. Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English Tune Title: OLIVE'S BROW

Remembrance of Church Priveleges

Hymnal: The Psalter #380 (1912) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Church Afflicted First Line: By Babel's riverside we sat in tears Lyrics: 1 By Babel's riverside we sat in tears, Rememb'ring Zion's pride in former years, While on the weeping willows there were hung The harps our grief had silenced and unstrung. 2 For they who led us there a captive throng Required that we prepare for them a song; Yea, there our captives asked for mirth and praise, Required a song of Zion's happy days. 3 O how shall we thus sing at their command Songs of the Lord, our King, in this strange land? O Zion, if I e'er forget thy woe, Let my right hand its skill no longer know. 4 Yea, let my tongue, i pray, all silent be, If I do not alway remember thee; If I prefer not thee, thought in thy grief, Above all other joys my very chief. Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English Tune Title: BENEDICTION

God her everlasting light

Author: William Cowper Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #777 (1891) Meter: 8.7 Topics: Afflictions Comfort in; Church Afflicted First Line: Hear what God the Lord hath spoken Scripture: Isaiah 60:18 Languages: English

Psalm 35 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.81 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted pity to them First Line: Now plead my cause, Almighty God Lyrics: Now plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life. Draw out thy spear and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my soul in mercy say, "I am thy Savior God!" They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made. Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slipp'ry be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound. They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death. They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. But if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew, By thy surprising grace. Then will I raise my tuneful voice, To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. Scripture: Psalm 35:1-9 Languages: English

Psalm 73 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.157 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind Lyrics: Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere; Yet once my foolish thoughts repined, And bordered on despair. I grieved to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, "How pleasant and profane they live! How peaceful is their death! "With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes, They lay their fears to sleep; Against the heav'ns their slanders rise, While saints in silence weep. "In vain I lift my hands to pray, And cleanse my heart in vain; For I am chastened all the day, The night renews my pain." Yet while my tongue indulged complaints, I felt my heart reprove,- "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, And grieve the men I love." But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe, Till I retired to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. There, as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner's feet High mounted on a slipp'ry place, Beside a fiery pit. I heard the wretch profanely boast, Till at thy frown he fell; His honors in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. Lord, what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promised grace, And think the wicked blest. Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by power unknown; That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Psalm 73 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.158 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: God, my supporter and my hope, My help for ever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair. Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. Were I in heav'n without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. Behold, the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28 Languages: English

Psalm 73

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.159 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine! But O their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so; On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. Their fancied joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their plagues. Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English

Psalm 73

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.160 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honor shine. [Pampered with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair; Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure; Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. But I with flowing tears Indulged my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears The things below the skies?"] The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence. Thy word with light and power Did my mistake amend; I viewed the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. On what a slipp'ry steep The thoughtless wretches go; And O that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine; I call my God my portion now, And all my powers are thine. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Psalm 145

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.326 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: My God, my King, thy various praise Lyrics: My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song. The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows an endless stream; Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let Britain round her shores proclaim The sound and honor of thy name. Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise, And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue. But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds? Vast and unsearchable thy ways, Vast and immortal be thy praise! Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English