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Psalm 145 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.327 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: Long as I live I'll bless thy name Lyrics: Long as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great; I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall through the world be known; Thine arm of power, thy heav'nly state, With public splendor shown. The world is managed by thy hands, Thy saints are ruled by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. Scripture: Psalm 145:1-7 Languages: English

Psalm 145 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.328 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: Sweet is the memory of thy grace Lyrics: Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heav'nly King; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food; Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pard'ning word To cheer the souls he loves. Creatures with all their endless race Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy name. Scripture: Psalm 145:7-21 Languages: English

Psalm 145 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.329 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: Let every tongue thy goodness speak Lyrics: Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distressed Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest. The Lord supports our tott'ring days, And guides our giddy youth; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. He knows the pains his servants feel, He hears his children cry, And their best wishes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; He saves the souls whose humble love Is joined with holy fear. [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain But none that serve the Lord shall say, "They sought his aid in vain."] [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God.] Scripture: Psalm 145:14 Languages: English

Psalm 146

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.330 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join Lyrics: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine; Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isr'el's God; he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train, And none shall find his promise vain. His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English

Psalm 146

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.331 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported First Line: I'll praise my Maker with my breath Lyrics: I'll praise my Maker with my breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isr'el's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CII.I (1816) Topics: A Prayer for the Afflicted Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dri'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark, dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanced me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as ev'ning shadows are That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th’appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-12 Languages: English

In thee I put my steadfast trust

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXI (1767) Topics: Prayers Of the Old and Afflicted Lyrics: 1 In thee I put my stedfast Trust, LORD, let me not be put to Shame; Incline thine Ear, and save my Soul, For great and righteous is thy Name: To thee, for Help I will resort, For thou art still my Rock and Fort. 2 From cruel and ungodly Men, Protect my Soul and set me free; For thou my early Youth till now, My constant Hope hath been in thee: Thy Care did safely guard my infant Days, And brought me forth to sing thy Praise. 3 While some on me with Wonder gaze, Thy Hand unseen supports me still; Thy Honour therefore, and thy Praise, My Mouth with grateful Joy shall fill: Then cast me not, O LORD, away, Tho' Strength and Vigour should decay. 4 My Foes against my Fame, and me, With never ceasing Malice speak; Against my Soul they lay their Snares, And mutual Council daily take: "On GOD, say they, he did rely; 'Now take him whilst no Help is nigh." 5 But thou, my GOD, withdraw not far, On thee for speedy Help I call; To Shame and Ruin bring my Foes, Who seek with Craft to work my Fall: And I, who still on thee depend, My Time to come in Praise will spend: Part II 6 Thy righteous Acts and saving Health, My Mouth shall evermore declare; Unable yet to sum them all, Tho' counted o'er with utmost Care: LORD, in thy Strength I will go on, And trust thy Righteousness alone. 7 Thou, Lord, hast taught me from my Youth, To bless and praise thy glorious Name; And ever since thy wond'rous Works Have been with Joy my constant Theme. On them I will with Pleasure dwell, And to the world thy Goodness tell. 8 Then now forsake me not, when I With Age am grey and feeble grown; 'Till I to these and future Times, Thy Strength and mighty Pow'r have shown, For I thy Mercy will proclaim, And spread abroad thy glorious Name. 9 How high thy Justice soars, O GOD! How very great and wond'rous are The mighty Works which Thou hast done? O LORD! who can with Thee compare? Altho' thy Hand hath me oppress'd, Yet shall my Woes be all redress'd. 10 Thro' thee, my Time to come, shall be With growing Pow'r and Greatness crown'd; And me who dismal Years have past, Thy lasting comforts shall surround: Therefore my Harp and Voice I'll raise, To Jacob's GOD, in Songs of Praise. 11 Then grateful Joy shall fill my Mouth And chearful Hymns employ my Voice; My thankful Soul, by thee redeem'd, Shall in thy Strength and Pow'r rejoice; My tongue thy Justice shall proclaim, Because thou brought'st my Foes to Shame, Scripture: Psalm 71 Languages: English Tune Title: [In thee I put my stedfast trust]

Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LXXIII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted Saints happy, & Prosperous Sinners cursed Lyrics: 1 Now I’m convinc'd the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere, Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd, And border'd on despair. 2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, “How pleasant and profane they live! How peaceful is their death! 3 With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes, They lay their fears to sleep; Against the heavens their slanders rise, While saints in silence weep. 4 In vain I lift my hands to pray, And cleanse my heart in vain; For I am chast'ned all the day, The night renews my pain." 5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints, I felt my heart reprove; "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, And grieve the men I love." 6 But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe; 'Till I retir'd to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. 7 There as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner’s feet High mounted on a slipp'ry place Beside a fiery pit. 8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, 'Till at thy frown he fell; His honours in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace, And think the wicked blest. 10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by pow'r unknown; That blessèd hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 78:1-10 Languages: English

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Support for the Afflicted and tempted Soul Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears;, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hopes in God. 3 What inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I’d fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To ’scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well. 7 By morning light I’ll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English

To God my loud Complaints I made

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXVII (1767) Topics: Prayers When sorely afflicted Lyrics: 1 To God my loud Complaints I made, And he vouchsaf'd his powerful Aid; He to my humble Pray'r. Did lend a gracious Ear. All Night my fest'ring Wound did ragem, No Med'cine could the Pain assuage: My Soul indulg'd her Grief, Nor would accept Relief. 2 I thought on God, but then distress'd, I found my Spirits quite oppress'd; The more i did complain, The more encreas'd my Pain; My Grief is swell'd to such a Height, That thro' each tedious Watch of Night, Mine Eyes are kept awake; I sigh, but cannot speak. 3 I call'd to Mind those ancient Days, When I, exalted, sung thy Praise; Those Years so much renown'd; With signal Favours crown'd; By Night I recollect the Song That to my Trimphs did belong, And once such Joy impart, Then thus consult my Heart. 4 "Hath GOD withdrawn His Favour quite, "Is Mercy lost in endless Night? "Will he his promis'd Love "For evermore remove?" I said My Weakness doth supply These Fears, but in the LORD most high I shall securely stand, Protected by his Hand. 5 His Works of old I will relate, On them my Heart shall meditate; My Tongue shall them recite, The Wonders of his Might. Thy Promise, LORD, is ever sure, Thy Ways are holy, just, and pure, And deep thy Counsels are, Who can with thee compare? 6 Thou art the LORD, that dost display Amazing Wonders every Day, And all the World shall own, That thou art GOD alone; And Jacob's Seed and Joseph's Line, Have known thy Strength and Pow'r divine, Who didst thy Arm extend, And them with Might defend. 7 When thee, O GOD, the Waters saw, The troubled Deep was struck with Awe, The frigten'd Billows shrunk, And in their Channels sunk: The Clouds pour'd down, while rending Skies, Fill'd Earth and Heav'n with dread Surprize, And forth thine Arrows came, Wing'd with avenging Flame 8 Broad Sheets of livid Blaze appear; Thy Thunders roll, Earth shakes with Fear, Thy Paths in Waters lie; Nor can thy Steps descry: Thy People from hard Bondage freed, Thou didst by skillful Moses lead, And Aaron's sacred Hand, Safe thro' a desart Land. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English Tune Title: [To God, my loud Complaints I made]