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Deliverance and Victory

Hymnal: The Psalter #319 (1912) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Deliverance from trouble First Line: Give thanks and praise to God above Lyrics: 1 Give thanks and praise to God above, For everlasting is His love; Praise Him, ye saints, your Saviour praise, Forever good in all His ways. 2 Let all His servants tell abroad The never-failing grace of God; Let all who fear Jehovah's Name His everlasting love proclaim. 3 In bondage of distress and grief To God I cried, and sought relief; In wondrous love He heard my plea And set my soul at liberty. 4 Though foes assail I will not fear, For at my side the Lord is near; The Lord my helper, I shall win The vict'ry o'er the hosts of sin. 5 Who put their trust in God Most High On everlasting strength rely; Their confidence shall pass away who makes the arm of flesh their stay. Scripture: Psalm 118 Languages: English Tune Title: STONEFIELD

Alas! what hourly dangers rise

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #319 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Alas! what hourly dangers rise, What snares beset my way! To heaven oh let me lift mine eyes, And hourly watch and pray. 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears: My weak resistance, ah, how vain, How strong my foes and fears! 3 O gracious God, in whom I live, My feeble efforts aid, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, Though trembling and afraid. 4 Increase my faith, Increase my hope, When foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting spirit up, Or soon my strength will fail. 5 When'er temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside, My God, Thy powerful aid impart, My Guardian and my Guide. 6 Oh keep me in Thy heavenly way, And bid the tempter flee; And let me never, never stray From happiness and thee. Languages: English

Lord, unafflicted, undismayed

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #320 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Lord, unafflicted, undismayed, In pleasure's path how long I stayed! Bur Thou hast made me feel Thy rod, And turned my soul to Thee, my God. 2 What though it pierced my fainting heart, I bless Thy hand that cased the smart; It taught my tears a while to flow, But saved me from eternal woe. 3 Oh hadst Thou left me unchastised, Thy precepts I had still despised, And still the snare, in secret laid Had my unwary feet betrayed. 4 I love Thy chastenings, oh my God; They fix my hopes on Thy abode, Where, in Thy presence fully blest, Thy stricken saints for ever rest. Languages: English

Abide with me! fast falls the evenitde

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #321 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Abide with me! fast falls the eventide, The darkness deepens--Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh abide with me! 2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day-- Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away. Change and decay in all around I see-- O Thou who changest not, abide with me! 3 I need Thy presence every passing hour: What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thyself my guide and strength can be? In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me! Languages: English

O Thou who driest the mourner's tear

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #322 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear, How dark this world would be, If, pierced by sins and sorrows here, We could not fly to Thee! 2 But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And even the hope that threw A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears, Is dimmed and vanished too,— 4 Oh who could bear life’s stormy doom, Did not Thy wing of love Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? 5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright, With more than rapture’s ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day. Languages: English

Affliction

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #323 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble First Line: Hear, gracious God, my humble moan Lyrics: 1 Hear, gracious God, my humble moan, To Thee I breathe my sigh: When will the mournful night be gone? When shall my joys arise? 2 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy promise is my stay; Here would I rest till light returns, Thy presence makes my day. 3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace, Relieve my aching heart; Oh smile, and bid my sorrows cease, And all their gloom depart. 4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless Thy healing rays, And change these deep complaining sighs For songs of sacred praise. Languages: English

Oh my soul, what means this sadness?

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #324 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Oh my soul, what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turned to gladness, Bid thy restless fears be gone; Look to Jesus, And rejoice in His dear name. 2 What though Satan's strong temptations Vex and grieve thee day by day? And thy sinful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay? Thou shalt conquer, Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, From without and from within, Jesus saith He'll ne'er forget thee, But will save from hell and sin: He is faithful To perform His gracious Word. 4 Though distresses now attend thee, And thou tread'st the thorny road, His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon He'll bring thee home to God! Therefore praise Him-- Praise the great Redeemer's name. 5 Oh that I could now adore Him Like the heavenly host above, Who for ever bow before Him, And unceasing sing His love! Happy songsters! When shall I your chorus join? Languages: English

There is a pure and peaceful wave

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #325 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 There is a pure and peaceful wave, That rolls around the throne of love; Whose waters gladden as they lave The bright and heavenly shores above. 2 While streams, which on that tide depend, Steal from those heavenly shores away, And on this desert world descend, Over our barren land to stray,-- 3 The pilgrim, faint and near to sink Beneath his load of earthly woe, Refreshed in its gentle flow. 4 There, oh my soul, do thou repose, And hover o'er the hallowed spring, To drink the crystal wave, and there To lave thy wounded, weary wing. 5 It may be that the waft of love Some leaves on that pure tide hath driven, Which passing from the shores above, Have floated down to us from heaven. 6 So shall thy wants and woes be healed By the blest influence they bring; So thy parched lips shall be unsealed, Thy Saviour's worthy name to sing. Languages: English

When languor and disease invade

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #326 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 When languor and disease invade This trembling house of clay, ’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, And long to fly away. 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of His love; Sweet to look upward to the place Where Jesus pleads above. 3 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, Whose love can never end; Sweet on His covenant of grace For all things to depend. 4 If such the sweetness of the streams, What must the fountain be, Where saints and angels draw their bliss Immediately from thee! Languages: English

When musing sorrow weeps the past

Hymnal: The Book of Worship #328 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 When musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, 'Tis sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. 2 'Tis not that mumuring thoughts arise, And dread a Father's will; 'Tis not that meek submission flies, And would not suffer still. 3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys The path that leads to light, And longs her eagle plumes to raise, And lose herself in sight. 4 O let me wing my hallowed flight From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night, My Saviour's bliss to share! Languages: English