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The King, O Lord, with Songs of Praise

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #37 (1754) Lyrics: 1 The King, O Lord, with Songs of Praise, shall in thy Strength rejoice; With thy salvation crown'd shall raise to Heav'n his cheerful Voice. 2 For thou, whate'er his Lips request, not only dost impart, But hast with thy Acceptance blest, the Wishes of his Heart. 3 Thy Goodness, and thy tender Care. have all his Hopes out-gone; A Crown of Gold thou mad'st him wear, and sett'dst it firmly on. 4 He pray'd for Life; and thou, O Lord, did'st his short Span extend, And graciously to him afford a Life that ne'er shall end. 5 Thy sure Defence through Nations round has spread his glorious Name; And his successful Actions crown'd with Majesty and Fame. 6 Eternal Blessings thou bestow'st, and mak'st his Joys increase; Whilst thou to him, unclouded, show'st the Brightness of thy Face. Part II 7 Because the King on God alone for timely Aid relies; His Mercy still supports his Throne, and all his Wants supplies. 8 But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn Foe shall feel thy heavy Hand; Thy vengeful Arm shall find out those that hate thy mild Command. 9 When Thou against them dost engage, thy just, but dreadful Doom Shall, like a glowing Oven's Rage, their Hopes and them consume. 10 Nor shall thy furious Anger cease, or with their Ruin end; But root out all their guilty Race, and to their Seed extend. 11 For all their Thoughts were set on Ill, their Hearts on Malice bent; But thou with watchful Care did'st still the ill Effects prevent. 12 In vain by shameful Flight they'll try to 'scape thy dreadful Might; While thy swift Darts shall faster fly, and gall them in their Flight. 13 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous Strength disclose, and thus exalt thy Fame; Whilst we glad Songs of Praise compose to thy Almighty Name. Scripture: Psalm 21 Languages: English

My God, my God, why leav'st thou me

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #39 (1754) Lyrics: 1 My God, my God, why leav'st thou me, when I with Anguish faint? O, why so far from me remov'd, and from my loud Complaint? 2 All Day, but all the day unheard, to Thee do I complain; With Cries implore Relief all Night, but cry all Night in vain. 3 Yet Thou are still the righteous Judge of Innocence oppress'd; And therefore Israel's Praises are of Right to Thee address'd. 4, 5 On Thee our Ancestors rely'd, and thy Deliv'rance found; With pious Confidence they pray'd, and with Success were crown'd. 6 But I am treated like a Worm, like none of human Birth: Not only by the Great revil'd, but made the Rabble's Mirth. 7 With Laughter all the gazing Crowd my Agonies survey; They shoot the Lip, they shake the Head, and thus, deriding say: 8 "In God he trusted, boasting oft, "that he was Heav'n's Delight; "Let God come down to save him now, "and own his Favourite." Part II 9 Thou mad'st my teeming Mother's Womb a living Offspring bear; When but a Suckling at the Breast, I was thy early Care. 10 Thou, Guardian-like, didst shield from Wrongs my helpless Infant Days; And since hast been my God, and Guide, through Life's bewilder'd Ways. 11 Withdraw not then so far from me, when Trouble is so nigh; O, send me Help! thy Help, on which I only can rely. 12 High-pamper'd Bulls, a frowning Herd, from Basan's Forest met, With Strength proporion'd to their Rage, have me around beset. 13 They gape on me, and ev'ry Mouth a yawning Grave appears; The desert Lion's savage Roar less dreadful is than theirs. Part III 14 My Blood, like Water's spill'd, my Joints are rack'd, and out of Frame; My Heart dissolves within my Breast, like Wax before the Flame. 15 My Strength, like Potters Earth, is parch'd'; my Tongue cleaves to my Jaws; And to the silent Shades of Death my fainting soul withdraws. 16 Like Blood-hounds, to surround me, they in pack'd Assemblies meet; They pierc'd my inoffensive Hands, they pierc'd my harmless Feet. 17 My Body's rack'd, till all my bones distinctly may be told: Yet such a Spectacle of Woe, as Pastime they behold. 18 As Spoil, my Garments they divide, Lots for my Vesture cast: 19 Therefore approach, o Lord, my Strength; and to my Succour haste. 20 From their sharp Sword protect thou me, of all but Life bereft! Nor let my Darling in the Pow'r of cruel Dogs be left. 21 To save me from the Lion's Jaws, thy perfect Succour send; As once, from goring Unicorns, thou didst my Life defend. 22 Then to my Brethren I'll declare the Triumphs of thy name; In Presence of assembled Saints, thy Glory thus proclaim: 23 "Ye Worshippers of Jacob's God, "all you of Israel's Line, "O praise the Lord, and to your Praise sincere Obedience join. 24 "He ne'er disdain'd on low Distress "to cast a gracious Eye; "Nor turn'd from Poverty His Face, "but hears its humble Cry." Part IV 25 Thus in thy sacred Courts, will I my chearful Thanks express; In Presence of thy Saints perform the Vows of my Distress. 26 The meek Companions of my Grief shall find my Table spread; And all that seek the Lord, shall be with Joys immortal fed. 27 Then shall the glad converted World to God their Homage pay; And scatter'd Nations of the Earth one Sov'reign Lord obey. 28 'Tis His supreme Prerogative o'er subject Kings to reign: 'Tis just that he should rule the World, who does the World sustain. 29 The Rich, who are with plenty fed, His Bounty must confess: The Sons of Want, by Him relieve'd, their gen'rous Patron bless. With humble Worship to his Throne they all for Aid resort; That Pow'r which first their Beings gave, can only them support. 30, 31 Then shall a chosen spotless Race, devoted to His Name, To their admiring Heirs, His Truth and glorious Acts proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English

The Lord himself, the mighty Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #43 (1754) Lyrics: 1 The Lord himself, the mighty Lord, vouchsafes to be my Guide; The Shepherd, by whose constant Care My wants are all suppy'd. 2 In tender Grass He makes me feed, And gently there repose; Then leads me to cool Shades, and where refreshing Water flows. 3 He does my wandring Soul reclaim, and, to his endless Praise, Instruct with humble Zeal to walk In His most righteous Ways. 4 I pass the gloomy Vale of Death, from Fear and danger free; For there his aiding Rod and Staff defend and comfort me. 5 In Presence of my spiteful Foes he does My Table spread; He crowns my Cup with chearful Wine, with Oil anoints my Head. 6 Since God doth thus His wond'rous love through all my Life extend, That Life to Him I will devote, and in his Temple spend. Scripture: Psalm 23 Languages: English

This spacious Earth is all the Lord's

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #44 (1754) Lyrics: 1 The spacious Earth is all the Lord's; the Lord's her Fulness is, The World, and they that dwell therein, by sov'reign Right are His. 2 He fram'd and fix'd it on the Seas; and His Almighty Hand Upon inconstant Floods has made the stable Fabrick stand. 3 But for Himself this Lord of All one chosen Seat design'd; O! who shall to that sacred Hill desir'd Admittance find? 4 The Man whose Hands and Heart are pure, whose Thoughts from Pride are free; Who honest Poverty prefers, to gainful Perjury. 5 This, this is he, on whom the Lord shall show'r His Blessings down; Whom God his Saviour shall vouchsafe with Righteousness to crown. 6 Such is the Race of Saints, by whom the sacred Courts are trod; And such the Proselytes, that seek the Face of Jacob's God. 7 Erect your Heads, eternal Gates; unfold, to entertain The King of Glory; See! He comes with His Celestial Train. 8 Who is this King of Glory? Who? The Lord for Strength renown'd; In Battle mighty; o'er His Foes, eternal Victor crown'd. 9 Erect your Heads, ye Gates; unfold in State, to entertain The King of Glory; See! He comes with all His shining Train. 10 Who is this King of Glory? Who? The Lord of Hosts, renown'd; Of Glory He alone is King, who is with Glory crown'd. Scripture: Psalm 24 Languages: English

To God, in whom I trust

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #46 (1754) Lyrics: 1 To God, in whom I trust, I lift my Heart and Voice; O! let me not be put to Shame, nor let my Foes rejoice. 3 Those who on Thee rely, let no Disgrace attend: Be that the shameful Lot of such as wilfully offend. 4, 5 To me thy Truth impart, and lead me in thy Way: For thou art He that brings me help; on Thee I wait all Day. 6 Thy Mercies, and thy Love, O Lord, recall to Mind; And graciously continue still, as thou wert ever, kind. 7 Let all my youthful Crimes be blotted out by thee; And for thy wond'rous Goodness' sake, in Mercy think on me. 8 His Mercy, and his Truth, the righteous Lord displays, In bringing wand'ring Sinners home, and teaching them his Ways. 9 He those in Justice guides, who his Direction seek; And in his sacred Path shall lead the Humble and the Meek. 10 Through all the Ways of God both Truth and Mercy shine, To such as with religious Hearts to his blest Will incline. Part II 11 Since Mercy is the Grace that most exalts thy Fame; Forgive my heinous sin, O Lord, and so advance thy Name. 12 Whoe'er with humble Fear to God his Duty pays, Shall find the Lord a faithful Guide in all his righteous Ways. 13 His quiet Soul with Peace shall be for ever blest, And by his num'rous Race the Land successively possess'd. 14 For God to all his Saints his secret will imparts, And does his gracious Cov'nant write in their obedient Hearts. 15 To Him I lift my Eyes, and wait His timely Aid, Who breaks the strong and treach'rous Snare which for my Feet was laid. 16 O! turn, and all my Griefs, in mercy, Lord, redress; For I am compass'd round with woes, and plung'd in deep Distress. 17 The Sorrows of my Heart to mighty Sums increase; O! from this dark and dismal State my troubled Soul release! 18 Do Thou, with tender Eyes, my sad Affliction see; Acquit me, Lord, and from my Guilt intirely set me free. 19 Consider, Lord, my Foes, how vast their Numbers grow! What lawless Force and Rage thy use, what boundless Hate they show! 20 Protect, and set my soul, from their fierce Malice free; Nor let me be asham'd, who place my stedfast Trust in Thee. 21 Let all my righteous Acts to full perfection rise; Because my firm and constant Hope on Thee alone relies. 22 To Israel's chosen Race continue ever kind; And, in the midst of all their Wants, let them thy Succour find. Scripture: Psalm 25 Languages: English

Judge me, O Lord, for I the Paths

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #48 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Judge me, O Lord; for I the Paths of Righteousness have trod: I cannot fail, who all my Trust repose on Thee, my God. 2,3 Search, prove my Heart, whose Innocence will shine, the more 'tis try'd; For I have kept thy Grace in View, and made thy Truth my Guide. 4 I never for companions took the Idle or Prophane; No Hypocrite, with all his Arts, could e'er my Friendship gain. 5 I hate the busy, plotting Crew, who make distracted Times; And shun their wicked Company, as I avoid their Crimes. 6 I'll wash my Hands in Innocence, and bring a Heart so pure, That when thy Altar I approach, my Welcome shall secure. 7,8 My Thanks I'll publish there, and tell how thy Renown excels: That Seat affords me most Delight, in which thy Honour dwells. 9 Pass not on me the Sinners Doom, who Murder make their Trade; 10 Who others Rights, by secret Bribes, or open Force, invade. 11 But I will walk in Paths of Truth, and Innocence pursue; Protect me therefore, and to me thy Mercies, Lord, renew. 12 In spite of all assaulting Foes, I still maintain my Ground; And shall survive amongst thy Saints, thy Praises to resound. Scripture: Psalm 26 Languages: English

Whom should I fear, since God to me

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #50 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Whom should I fear, since God to me is saving Health and Light? Since strongly he my Life supports, what can my Soul affright? 2 With fierce Intent my Flesh to tear, when Foes beset me round, They stumbled, and their haughty Crests were made to strike the Ground. 3 Thro' him, my Heart, undaunted, dares with num'rous Hosts to cope; Thro' him in doubtful Streights of War for good Success I hope. 4 Henceforth within his house to dwell I earnestly desire; His wond'rous Beauty there to view, and His blest Will inquire. 5 For there may I with comfort rest, in Times of deep distress; And safe as on a Rock abide in that secure Recess: 6 Whilst God o'er all my haughty Foes my lofty Head shall raise; And I my joyful Off'ring bring, and sing glad Songs of Praise. Part II 7 Continue, Lord, to hear my Voice, whene'er to Thee I cry; In Mercy all my Pray'rs receive, nor my Request deny. 8 When us to seek thy glorious Face Thou kindly dost advise; "Thy glorious Face I'll always seek," my grateful Heart replies. 9 Then hide not Thou thy Face, O Lord, nor me in Wrath reject: My God and Saviour, leave not him thou didst so oft protect. 10 Tho' all my Friends, and nearest Kin, their helpless Charge forsake; Yet Thou, whose Love excels them all, wilt Care and Pity take. 11 Instruct me in thy Paths, O Lord; my Ways directly guide; Lest envious Men, who watch my Steps, should see me tread aside. 12 Lord, disappoint my cruel Foes; defeat their ill Desire, Whose lying Lips, and bloody Hands, against my Peace conspire. 13 I trusted that my future Life should with thy Love be crown'd; Or else my fainting soul had sunk, with Sorrow compass'd round. 14 God's Time with patient Faith expect, and He'll inspire thy Breast With inward Strength: Do thou thy Part, and leave to Him the rest. Scripture: Psalm 27 Languages: English

O Lord, my Rock, to Thee I cry

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #52 (1754) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my Rock, to Thee I cry, in Sighs consume my Breath. O! answer; or I shall become like those that sleep in Death. 2 Regard my Supplication, Lord, the Cries that I repeat, With weeping Eyes, and lifted Hands, before thy Mercy-seat. 3 Let me escape the Sinners Doom, who make a Trade of Ill; And ever speak the Person fair, whose Blood they mean to spill. 4 According to their Crimes Extent, let Justice have its Course: Relentless be to them, as they have sinn'd without Remorse. 5 Since they the Works of God despise, nor will His Grace adore; His Wrath shall utterly destroy, and build them up no more. 6 But I, with due Acknowlegement, His Praises will resound, From whom the Cries of my Distress a gracious Answer found. 7 My Heart its Confidence repos'd in God, my Strength and Shield; In Him I trusted, and return'd triumphant from the field: As He has made my Joys complete, 'tis just that i should raise The chearful Tribute of my Thanks, and thus resound His Praise: 8 "His aiding Pow'r supports the Troops "that my just Cause maintain: "'Twas He advanc'd me to the Throne, "'tis He secures my Reign." 9 Preserve thy Chosen, and proceed thine Heritage to bless: With Plenty prosper them, in Peace; in Battle, with Success. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

Ye Princes that in Might excel

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #53 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Ye Princes that in Might excel, Your grateful Sacrifice prepare; God's glorious Actions loudly tell, His wond'rous Pow'r to all declare. 2 To His great Name fresh Altars raise; Devoutly due Respect afford; Him in His holy Temple praise, Where He's with solemn State ador'd. 3 'Tis He that with amazing Noise The watry Clouds in sunder breaks: The Ocean trembles at His Voice, When He from Heav'n in thunder speaks. 4,5 How full of Pow'r His Voice appears! With what majestic Terror crown'd! Which from the Roots tall Cedars tears, And strews their scatter'd Branches round. 6 They, and the Hills on which they grow, Are sometimes hurried far away; And leap, like Hinds that bounding go, Or Unicorns in youthful Play. 7.8 When God in Thunder loudly speaks, And scatter'd Flames of Lightning sends, The Forest nods, the Desart quakes, And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends. 9 He makes the Hinds to cast their Young, And lays the Beasts dark coverts bare; While those that to His Courts belong, Securely sing His Praises there. 10,11 God rules the angry Floods on high His boundless Sway shall never cease: His People He'll with Strength supply, And bless His own with constant Peace. Languages: English

I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #54 (1754) Lyrics: 1 I'll celebrate thy Praises, Lord, who didst thy Pow'r employ To raise my drooping Head, and check my Foes insulting Joy. 2,3 In my Distress I cry'd to Thee, who kindly dist relieve, And from the Grave's expecting Jaws my hopeless Life retrieve. 4 Thus to his Courts, ye Saints of His, with Songs of Praise repair; With me commemorate his Truth, and providential Care. 5 His Wrath has but a Moment's Reign; His Favour no Decay: Your Night of Grief is recompens'd with Joy's returning Day. 6 But I, in prosp'rous Days, presum'd; no suddent Change I fear'd: Whilst in my sun-shine of Success no low'ring Cloud appeard. 7 But soon I found thy Favour, Lord, my Empire's only Trust; For when thou hidd'st thy Face, I saw my Honour laid in Dust. 8 Then, as I vainly had presum'd, my Error I confess'd; And thus with supplicating Voice, thy Mercy's Throne address'd: 9 "What Profit is there in my blood, "congeal'd by Death's cold Night? "Can silent Ashes speak thy praise, "thy wond'rous Truth recite? 10 "Hear me, O Lord; in mercy hear; "thy wonted Aid extend: "Do Thou send Help, on whom alone "I can for Help depend." 11 'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful Scene to Songs and Dances turn'd; Invested me in Robes of State, who late in Sack-cloth mourn'd. 12 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing thy Praise in grateful Verse; And, as thy Favours endless are, thy endless Praise rehearse. Scripture: Psalm 30 Languages: English