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Up from my youth, may Isr'el say

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #289 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assail'd my riper age, But not destroy'd my life. 3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh, With furrows long and deep, Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep. 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye, Measur'd the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly. 5 How was their insolence surpris'd To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd With horror to the soul! 6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their projects die. 7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despis'd in death.] 8 [So corn that on the house top stands No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves. 9 It springs and withers on the place; No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Out of the deeps of long distress

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #290 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. 2 Great God! should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. 3 But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. 4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.] 5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes; 6 So waits my soul to see they grace, And more intent than they, Meets the first op'nings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.] 7 Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust, Let Isr'el seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace. 8 There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslav'd; The great redeemer is his Son, And Isr'el shall be saved. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

From deep distress and troubled tho'ts

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #292a (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 From deep distress and troubled tho'ts To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries: If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eye. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long, and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display? 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Thro' the redemption of his Son; He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Is there ambition in my heart?

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #292b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Is there ambition in my heart?. Search, gracious god, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to thee. 2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild; Content, my Father, with thy will, And quiet as a child. 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord. Scripture: Psalm 131 Languages: English

Where shall we go to seek and find

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #293 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Where shall we go to seek and find An habitation for our God, A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind, Among the sons of flesh and blood? 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill Of Zion for his ancient rest; And Zion is his dwelling still, His church is with his presence blest. 3 'Here will I fix my gracious throne, 'And reign for ever,' saith the Lord; 'Here shall my pow'r and love be known, 'And blessings shall attend my word. 4 'Here will I meet the hungry poor, 'And fill their souls with heav'nly bread: 'Sinners that wait before my door 'With sweet provision shall be fed. 5 'Girded with truth, and cloth'd with grace, 'My priests, my ministers, shall shine; 'Not Aaron in his costly dress 'Made an appearance so divine. 6 'The saints, unable to contain 'Their inward joys, shall shout and sing; 'The Son of David here shall reign, 'And Zion triumph in her King. 7 ['Jesus shall see a num'rous seed 'Born here, t' uphold his glorious name; 'His crown shall flourish on his head, 'While all his foes are cloth'd with shame.'] Scripture: Psalm 132:5 Languages: English

No sleep nor slumber to his eyes

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #294 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 [No sleep nor slumber to his eyes Good David would afford, Till he had found below the skies A dwelling for the Lord. 2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name, His ark was settled there: To Zion the whole nation came To worship thrice a year. 3 But we have no such lengths to go, Nor wander far abroad: Where'er thy saints assemble now, There is a house for God.] Pause. 4 Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest! Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes Thus to be own'd and blest. 5 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 6 Here, mighty God! accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread. 7 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Annointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain With love and pow'r divine. 8 Here let him hold a lasting throne, And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes. Scripture: Psalm 132:4-5 Languages: English

Lo, what an entertaining sight

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #295 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lo, what an entertaining sight Are brethren that agree, Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety. 2 When streams of love from Christ, the spring, Descend to ev'ry soul, And heav'nly peace with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole: 3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet, On Aaron's rev'rend head; The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, And o'er his garments spread: 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shews, And makes his grace distil. Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English

Blest are the sons of peace

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #296a (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one, Whose kind designs to serve and please, Through all their actions run. 2 Blest is the pious house, Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows Make their communion sweet. 3 Thus when on Aaron's head They pour'd the rich perfume, The oil thro' all his raiment spread, And pleasure fill'd the room. 4 Thus on the heav'nly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew, distills, And all the air is love. Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English

How pleasant 'tis to see

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #296b (1790) Lyrics: 1 How pleasant 'tis to see Kindred and friends agree, Each in their proper station move, And each fulfil their part, With sympathizing heart, In all the cares of life and love! 2 'Tis like the ointment shed On Aaron's Sacred head; Divinely rich, divinely sweet: The oil thro' all the room Diffus'd a choice perfume, Ran thro' his robes, and blest his feet. 3 Like fruitful show'rs of rain That water all the plain, Descending from the neighb'ring hills; Such streams of pleasure roll Thro' ev'ry friendly soul, Where love, like heav'nly dew distil;s. Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English

Ye that obey th' immortal King

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #297a (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Ye that obey th' immortal King, Attend his holy place; Bow to the glories of his pow'r, And bless his wond'rous grace. 2 Lift up your hands by morning light, And send your souls on high: Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky. 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quick'ning grace: The God that spread the heav'ns abroad, And rules the swelling seas. Scripture: Psalm 134 Languages: English