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When overwhelm'd with grief

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 239 hymnals Lyrics: 1 When overwhelm'd with grief, My heart within me dies, Helpless and far from all relief, To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 2 O lead me to the rock That's high above my head; And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. 3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I'll abide; Thou art the tow'r of my defence, The refuge where I hide. 4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy name; If endless life be their reward, I shall possess the same. Scripture: Psalm 61:1-6
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My spirit looks to God alone

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 126 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My spirit looks to God alone; My rock and refuge is his throne; In all my fears, in all my straits, My soul on his salvation waits. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face; When helpers fail, and foes invade, God is our all sufficient aid. 3 False are the men of high degree, The baser sort are vanity; Laid in the balance, both appear Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke? And not believe what God has spoke? 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, 'All pow'r is his eternal due; 'He must be fear'd and trusted too.' 6 For sov'reign pow'r reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne, Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward. Scripture: Psalm 62:5-12
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Early, my God, without delay

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 392 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. 3 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r Thro' all thy temple shine: My God, repeat that heav'nly hour, That vision so divine! 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell. 5 Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. 6 Thus till my last expiring day I'll bless my God and King: Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing. Scripture: Psalm 63:1-5
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'Twas in the watches of the night

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 62 hymnals Lyrics: 1 'Twas in the watches of the night I thought upon thy pow'r; I kept thy lovely face in sight Amidst the darkest hour. 2 My flesh lay resting on my bed; My soul arose on high; 'My God, my life, my hope,' I said, 'Bring thy salvation nigh.' 3 My spirit labors up thine hill, And climbs the heav'nly road; But thy right hand upholds me still, While I pursue my God. 4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head The shadow of thy wings; My heart rejoices in thine aid, My tongue awakes and sings. 5 But the destroyers of my peace Shall fret and rage in vain: The tempter shall for ever cease, And all my sins be slain. 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death, And send them down to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or to the deeps of hell. Scripture: Psalm 63:6-10
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Great God, indulge my humble claim

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 272 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Great God, indulge my humble claim; Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God! And I am thine by sacred ties; Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look; As travellers in thirsty lands, Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face: Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace. 5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Nor all the joys our senses know, Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. 6 My life itself without thy love No taste of pleasure could afford: 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd from the Lord. 7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed. 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise: This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days. Scripture: Psalm 63
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My God, permit my tongue

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 196 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore: Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy pow'r and glory to behold, And feel thy quick'ning grace. 4 For life without thy love No relish can afford: No joy can be compar'd with this, To serve and please the Lord. 5 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live: Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. 6 In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind: I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind. 7 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. 8 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps: I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. Scripture: Psalm 63
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The praise of Zion waits for thee

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 80 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The praise of Zion waits for thee, My God, and praise becomes thy house; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows. 2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies, To save when humble sinners pray; All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the northern sea. 3 Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again. 4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee: Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free. Pause. 5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays: Babel prepare for long distress, When Zion's God himself arrays In terror and in righteousness. 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals His love, to give his churches rest. 7 Then shall the flocking nations run To Zion's hill, and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see the Savior's name ador'd. Scripture: Psalm 65:1-5
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The God of our salvation hears

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 23 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The God of our salvation hears The groans of Zion, mix'd with tears; Yet when he comes with kind designs, Thro' all the way his terror shines. 2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends, Where the Creator's name is known By nature's feeble light alone. 3 Sailors that travel o'er the flood, Address their frighted souls to God, When tempests rage and billows roar, At dreadful distance from the shore. 4 He bids the noisy tempests cease, He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves, Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 5 Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains, established by his hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. 6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze, and lightnings fly The heathen lands, with swift surprize, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. 7 At his command the morning ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day: He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. 8 Seasons and times obey his voice; The ev'ning and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with show'rs, Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flow'rs. 9 'Tis from his wat'ry stores on high He gives the thirsty ground supply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth his enriching drops dispense. 10 The desert grows a fruitless field, Abundant food the vallies yield; The vallies shout with cheerful voice, And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys. 11 The pastures smile in green array, There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb, Each in his language speaks thy name. 12 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine; O'er ev'ry field thy glories shine, Thro' every month thy gifts appear; Great God! thy goodness crowns the year. Scripture: Psalm 65:5-13
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Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 64 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, There shall our vows be paid: Thou hast an ear when sinners pray, All flesh shall seek thine aid. 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, But pard'ning grace is thine: And thou wilt grant us pow'r and skill To conquer ev'ry sin. 3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose, To bring them near thy face; Give them a dwelling in thine house, To feast upon thy grace. 4 In answering what thy church requests Thy truth and terror shine, And works of dreadful righteousness Fulfil thy kind design. 5 Thus shall the wond'ring nations see The Lord is good and just: And distant islands fly to thee, And make thy name their trust. 6 They dread thy glitt'ring tokens, Lord, When signs in heav'n appear: But they shall learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear. Scripture: Psalm 65
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'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 137 hymnals Lyrics: 1 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand, God of eternal pow'r! The sea grows calm at thy command, And tempests cease to roar. 2 Thy morning light, and ev'ning shade, Successive comforts bring; Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, Thy flow'rs adorn the spring. 3 Seasons and times, and moons and hours, Heav'n, earth, and air, are thine; When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs, The author is divine. 4 Those wand'ring cisterns in the sky, Borne by the winds around With wat'ry treasures well supply The furrows of the ground. 5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear; Thy ways abound with blessings still, Thy goodness crowns the year. Scripture: Psalm 65

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