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Of lamening national sins: For a fast-day

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCCXLVII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O righteous God, thou judge supreme Lyrics: 1 O Righteous God, thou judge supreme, We tremble at thy dreadful name, And all our trying guilt we own In dust and tears before thy throne. 2 So manifold our crimes have been, Such crimson tincture dyes our sin, That, could we all its horrors know, Our streaming eyes with blood might flow. 3 Estrang'd from reverential awe, We trample on thy sacred law; And, tho' such wonders grace hath done, Anew we crucify his Son. 4 Justly might this polluted land, Prove all the vengeance of thy hand; And bath'd in heav'n, thy sword might come To drink our blood, and seal our doom. 5 Yet hast thou not a remnant here, Whose souls are fill'd with pious fear? O bring thy wonted mercy nigh, While prostrate at thy feet they lie. 6 Behold their tears, attend their moan, Nor turn away their secret groan: With these we join our humble pray'r; Our nation shield, our country spare. 7 [But if the sentence be decreed, And our dear native land must bleed, By thy sure mark may we be known, And save in life or death thy own.] Topics: Fast Scripture: Ezekiel 9:4-6 Languages: English

Christ's Infancy

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #XXXVIII (1799) First Line: O sight of anguish! view it near Lyrics: 1 O sight of anguish! view it near, What weeping innocence is here, A manger for his bed! The brutes yield refuge to his woe, Men the worst brutes no pity show, Nor give him friendly aid. 2 Why do no rapid thunders roll? Why do no tempests rock the pole? O miracle of grace! Or why no angels on the wing, Warm for the honors of their King, To punish all the race? 3 Though now an infant bath'd in tears, He call'd to form the rolling spheres; And seraphs own'd his nod. Helpless he calls, but men delay; And guilty sinners disobey The earth-born Son of God. 4 Say, radiant seraphs, thron'd in light, Did love e'er tow'r so high a flight, Or glory sink so low? This wonder angels scarce declare Angels the rapture scarce can bear, Or equal praise bestow. 5 Redemption! 'tis a boundless theme! Thou boundless mind, our hearts inflame With ardor from above. Words are but faint, let joy express; Vain is mere joy, let actions bless This prodigy of love. Topics: Christ His infancy; Christ His infancy Languages: English

Humble confidence in the power and grace of Christ

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #LXXXVI (1799) First Line: O tell me no more of this world's vain store Topics: Faith In the power and grace of Christ; Faith In the power and grace of Christ Languages: English

Longing for the divine presence under sorrow

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #LXXX (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O that I knew the secret place Topics: Longing for the divine presence in afflictions; God His presence longed for; Christ His merit; God His presence longed for

The pressure of Sin

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CXIII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O that my load of sin were gone Lyrics: 1 O that my load of sin were gone-- O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down, To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb, The God of my salvation see? Weary, O Lord, thou know'st I am, Yet still I cannot come to thee, 3 Rest for my soul I long to find; Savior, if mine indeed thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 4 I would (but thou must give the pow'r) My heart were from ts sins releas'd; O let me see that happy hour, 'Twill fill my soul with heav'nly peace. 5 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer, Let not my Jesus long delay, Appear in my poor heart, appear, My God, my Savior, come I pray. Topics: Sin Pressure of; Sin Pressure of Languages: English

Prayer of a Penitent

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CLXI (1799) First Line: O that the Lord would hear my cry Lyrics: 1 O that the Lord would hear my cry, And stay his anger lest I die! Thy wrath is just--yet, Oh, forgive! And let a mourning sinner live. 2 Shouldst thou my body crush to dust, I still must say that God is just; But yet I hope thy grace to share, That mercy will the sinner spare. 3 In all my frame, without, within, I feel the sad effects of sin; How long, my God, must I complain, And deprecate thy wrath in vain? 4 Oh should I die depriv'd of thee? What being else can succour me? Thy frowns would rend my soul in death, And sink it to the depth beneath. 5 Ye darling sins that plague me so, the greatest enemies I know, Depart--for GOD hath heard my pray'r, And will not let me long despair. 6 No; I shall yet his goodness bless; And when this transient life shall pass, Then full of glory, I shall prove He can be just, and sinners love. Topics: Penitent Pleading for mercy; Prayer Of a penitent; Penitent Pleading for mercy; Prayer Of a penitent Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

The Backslider's Return

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CLXII (1799) First Line: O thou, my God, who from thy throne supreme Lyrics: 1 O thou my GOD, who from thy throne supreme, Art mindful of the penitential tear, Kindly dispersing, with thy mercy's beam, The gath'ring clouds of darkness and despair; Lord, lend thine ear! O hear a sinner's cry! And save a wretch thy law condemns to die! 2 Long has thy gospel sounded in mine ears, And once I tho't I made thy ways my choice; But now, alas! o'erwhelm'd with gloomy fears, I scarce can hear my heav'nly shepherd's voice; Oh shine again! revive my drooping heart! Subdue my foes, and bid my fears depart! 3 Entangles with the world's delusive charms, Mine enemies against my soul prevail; Prevail to thrust me, wretched, from thine arms, Whilst guilt and unbelief my hope assail. O GOD, my GOD, display thy guardian cure, Nor let me fall a victim to despair! 4 Does not thy promise bid me rest secure? And can I trust thy faithfulness in vain? Shall not thy truth from age to age endure? And wilt thou not thy people's cause maintain? Then shine again, my fainting soul restore, And hold me with thy hand to fall no more! Topics: Backslider his return Languages: English

Prayer for grace

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCCI (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O thou, to whose all-searching sight Lyrics: 1 O thou, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart and let it be Free'd from these bonds, and join'd to the! 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my affections to the cross! Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my head o'erflow, When sinking deep in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 O let thy hand support me still, And lead me to Thy holy hill! When toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and all is peace. Topics: Prayer for grace Languages: English

Love to Christ, present or absent

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CXXXVIII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Of all the joys, which creatures know Lyrics: 1 Of all the joys, which creatures know, Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest; 'Tis the best blessing here below, The highest rapture of the blest. 2 While we are held in thy embrace, There's not a thought attempts to rove; Each smile that's seen upon thy face, Fixes, and charms, and fires our love. 3 Hearing thy speech, immortal joys Ravish our ears, and fill the heart; Our souls all melt by thy dear voice, And pleasure shoots through every part. 4 When of thy absence we complain, And long and weep and humbly pray; There's a strange pleasure in the pain, Those tears are sweet which mourn thy stay. 5 When round thy courts by day we rove, Or ask the watchmen of the night, For some kind tidings from above, Thy very name creates delight. 6 Jesus our God descend and come, Our eyes shall dwell upon thy face; 'Tis heav'n to see our Lord at home, And feel the presence of thy grace. Topics: Love To Christ present or absent; Christ Love to; Love To Christ present or absent Languages: English

The doubting christian

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CXL (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Of sinful Adam's num'rous race Lyrics: 1 Of sinful Adam's num'rous race, I find myself most vile; To me can God extend his grace Or ever grant a smile? 2 Can I be call'd a child of God, Can I his promise claim; While sinking in the loathsome flood, Of inbred sin and shame? 3 Once I could shout his praises high, And call him Lord and king; But now how cold and dead I lie, Nor dare I think to sing. 4 Once I could join his praying flock, And thought the union sweet: Conscience forbids me now to mock, By claiming there a seat. 5 Was I deceiv'd? Blest spirit tell, Nor leave me to despair: Sometimes a heav'n sometimes a hell, Within this heart appear. 6 Sometimes I feel a beam divine, The God I own and love; It seams direct from heav'n to shine, And call me strait above. 7 I stretch my wings, and fain wold fly; But Oh, my want of pow'r! The vision ends, I sin and sigh, And count the awful score. 8 Great God resolve this painful strife, Grant faith and love may reign; Then I'll devote an endless life To sing in highest strain. Topics: Christiian Doubting; Christiian Doubting Languages: English