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God our Portion here and hereafter

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #128 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help forever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through life's bewildered race; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. 4 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. 5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 6 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

God our Portion here and hereafter

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #128 (1790) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help forever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through life's bewildered race; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. 4 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. 5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 6 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

God our Portion here and hereafter

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #137 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help forever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through life's bewildered race; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. 4 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. 5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 6 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

God our Portion here and hereafter

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #137 (1787) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help forever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through life's bewildered race; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heaven without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. 4 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. 5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 6 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

The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #129 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 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. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 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

The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #129 (1790) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 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. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 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

The Mystery of Providence unfolded

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #130 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: 1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears Indulg'd my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies? 7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word with light and power Did my mistake amend: I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go; And oh that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! 10 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

The Mystery of Providence unfolded

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #130 (1790) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: 1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wonton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears Indulg'd my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies? 7 The tumult of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word with light and power Did my mistake amend: I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go; And oh that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! 10 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

The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #138a (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 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. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 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

The Mystery of Providence unfolded

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #138b (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: 1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears Indulg'd my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies? 7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word with light and power Did my mistake amend: I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go; And oh that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! 10 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