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Why doth the Lord stand off so far

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #23 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 10 Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Lord stand off 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 thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour? 3 They put 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. Pause. 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say with foolish pride, 'The God of heaven will ne'er engage 'To fight on Zion's side?' 6 But thou forever art our Lord, And pow'rful is thine hand; As when the Heathens felt thy sword, And perish'd from thy land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear: He hearkens what his children say, And puts the world in fear. 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust. Languages: English

My refuge is the God of love

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #24 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 11 Lyrics: 1 My refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry, 'Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove, 'To distant woods or mountains fly? 2 If government be once destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heav'n hath fix'd his throne; His eyes survey the world below; To him all mortal things are known; His eyelids search our spirits thro'. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear; His very soul abhors their ways. 5 On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests and brimstone, fire and death; Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom, with his angry breath. 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. Languages: English

Lord, if thou dost not soon appear

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #25 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 12 Lyrics: 1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole discourse when neighbors meet, Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. 4 'Yet shall our words be free,' they cry; 'Our tongues shall be controul'd by none: 'Where is the Lord will ask us why, 'Or say our lips are not our own?' 5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear: Not silver, seven times purified From dross and mixture, shines so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm: Tho' when the vilest men have pow'r, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm. Languages: English

Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #26 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 12 Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion looses ground; The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatt'rer’s part: With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, How is their fury stirr'd! 'Are not our lips our own,' they cry, 'And who shall be our Lord?' 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, And bears the sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold; 6 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on? Hast thou not giv'n this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 'Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, 'And make oppressors flee: 'I shall appear to their surprise, 'And set my servants free.' 8 Thy word, like silver sev'n times try'd, Thro' ages shall endure: The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find the promise sure. Languages: English

How long O Lord, shall I complain

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #27 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 13 Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord, shall I complain, Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide, And I still pray, and be deny'd? 2 Shall I forever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my soul thine absence mourn? And still despair of thy return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief: If thou withhold'st thy heav'nly Light, I sleep in everlasting night. 5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost! But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. 6 Whate'er my foes or fears suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest: My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. Languages: English

How long wilt thou conceal thy face?

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #28 (1790) Scripture: Psalm 13 Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts, He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace Whence all my hopes are hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And vict'ry shall be sung. Languages: English

Fools in their hearts believe and say

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #29a (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 14 Lyrics: 1 Fools in their hearts believe and say, 'That all religion’s vain; 'There is no God that reigns on high, 'Or minds th’ affairs of men.' 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. 3 The Lord from his celestial throne Look'd down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, Or did his justice know. 4 By nature all are gone astray; Their practice all the same: There’s none that fears his Maker’s hand; There’s none that loves his name. 5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit; Their slanders never cease: How swift to mischief are their feet! Nor know the paths of peace! 6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) In ev'ry heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 'Till grace refine the ground. Languages: English

Are sinners now so senseless grown

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #29b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 14 Lyrics: 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour; And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful pow'r? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust, Great God, confound their pride! 4 O that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Languages: English

Who shall inhabit in thy hill

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #30 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 15 Lyrics: 1 Who shall inhabit in thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace? 2 The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker’s promises, And follows his commands. 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbor wrong. 4 The wealthy sinners he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord; And tho' to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. 5 His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never wrong the poor: This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his heav'n secure. Languages: English

Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #31 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 15 Lyrics: 1 Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man who minds religion now, And humbly walk with God below; 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips shall speak the things they mean: No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbor's hurt; Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honor'd in his eyes.] 4 [Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears.] 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold: While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door.] 6 He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face; And doth to all men still the same, That he would hope or wish from them. 7 Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone; This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell forever, Lord, with thee. Languages: English