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Job 5:6-12: Though trouble springs not from the dust

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R5 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Though trouble springs not from the dust Lyrics: Though trouble springs not from the dust, nor sorrow from the ground; Yet ills on ills, by Heav’n’s decree, in man’s estate are found. As sparks in close succession rise, so man, the child of woe, Is doomed to endless cares and toils through all his life below. But with my God I leave my cause; from him I seek relief; To him, in confidence of prayer unbosom all my grief. Unnumbered are his wondrous works, unsearchable his ways; ’Tis his the mourning soul to cheer, the bowed down to raise. Scripture: Job 5:6-12 Languages: English

Job 8:11-22: The rush may rise where waters flow

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R6 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The rush may rise where waters flow Lyrics: The rush may rise where waters flow, and flags beside the stream; But soon their verdure fades and dies before the scorching beam So is the sinner’s hope cut off; or, if it transient rise, ’Tis like the spider’s airy web, from every breath that flies. Fixed on his house he leans; his house and all its props decay: He holds it fast; but, while he holds, the tott’ring frame gives way. Fair in his garden, to the sun his boughs with verdure smile; And, deeply fixed, his spreading roots unshaken stand a while. 125 But forth the sentence flies from Heav’n, that sweeps him from his place; Which then denies him for its lord, nor owns it knew his face. Lo! this the joy of wicked men, who Heav’n’s high laws despise: They quickly fall; and in their room as quickly others rise. But, for the just, with gracious care, God will his power employ; He’ll teach their lips to sing his praise, and fill their hearts with joy. Scripture: Job 8:11-22 Languages: English

Job 9:2-10: How should the sons of Adam's race

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R7 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How should the sons of Adam's race Lyrics: How should the sons of Adam’s race be pure before their God? If he contends in righteousness, we sink beneath his rod. If he should mark my words and thoughts with strict enquiring eyes, Could I for one of thousand faults the least excuse devise? Strong in his arm, his heart is wise; who dares with him contend? Or who, that tries th’ unequal strife, shall prosper in the end? He makes the mountains feel his wrath, and their old seats forsake; The trembling earth deserts her place, and all her pillars shake. He bids the sun forbear to rise; th’ obedient sun forbears: His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, and seals up all the stars. He walks upon the raging sea; flies on the stormy wind: None can explore his wondrous way, or his dark footsteps find. Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English

Job 14:1-15: Few are thy days, and full of woe

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R8 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Few are thy days, and full of woe Lyrics: Few are thy days, and full of woe, O man, of woman born! Thy doom is written, ‘Dust thou art, and shalt to dust return.’ Behold the emblem of thy state in flow’rs that bloom and die, Or in the shadow’s fleeting form, that mocks the gazer’s eye. Guilty and frail, how shalt thou stand before thy sov’reign Lord? Can troubled and polluted springs a hallowed stream afford? Determined are the days that fly successive o’er thy head; The numbered hour is on the wing that lays thee with the dead. Great God! afflict not in thy wrath the short allotted span That bounds the few and weary days of pilgrimage to man. All nature dies, and lives again: the flow’r that paints the field, The trees that crown the mountain’s brow, and boughs and blossoms yield, Resign the honours of their form at Winter’s stormy blast, And leave the naked leafless plain a desolated waste. Yet soon reviving plants and flow’rs anew shall deck the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of Spring, and flourish green again. 126 But man forsakes this earthly scene, ah! never to return: Shall any foll’wing spring revive the ashes of the urn? The mighty flood that rolls along its torrents to the main, Can ne’er recall its waters lost from that abyss again. So days, and years, and ages past, descending down to night, Can henceforth never more return back to the gates of light; And man, when laid in lonesome grave, shall sleep in Death’s dark gloom, Until th’ eternal morning wake the slumbers of the tomb, O may the grave become to me the bed of peaceful rest, Whence I shall gladly rise at length, and mingle with the blest! Cheered by this hope, with patient mind, I’ll wait Heav’n’s high decree, Till the appointed period come, when death shall set me free. Scripture: Job 14:1-15 Languages: English

Job 26:6-14: Who can resist th' Almighty arm

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R9 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Who can resist th' Almighty arm Lyrics: Who can resist th’ Almighty arm that made the starry sky? Or who elude the certain glance of God’s all-seeing eye? From him no cov’ring vails our crimes; hell opens to his sight; And all Destruction’s secret snares lie full disclosed in light. Firm on the boundless void of space he poised the steady pole, And in the circle of his clouds bade secret waters roll. While nature’s universal frame its Maker’s power reveals, His throne, remote from mortal eyes an awful cloud conceals. From where the rising day ascends, to where it sets in night, He compasses the floods with bounds, and checks their threat’ning might. The pillars that support the sky tremble at his rebuke; Through all its caverns quakes the earth, as though its centre shook. He brings the waters from their beds, although no tempest blows, And smites the kingdom of the proud without the hand of foes. With bright inhabitants above he fills the heavenly land, And all the crooked serpent’s breed dismayed before him stand. Few of his works can we survey; these few our skill transcend: But the full thunder of his pow’r what heart can comprehend? Scripture: Job 26:6-14 Languages: English

Prov. 1:20-31: In streets, and op'nings of the gates

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R10 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In streets, and op'nings of the gates Lyrics: In streets, and op’nings of the gates, where pours the busy crowd, Thus heav’nly Wisdom lifts her voice, and cries to men aloud: How long, ye scorners of the truth, scornful will ye remain? How long shall fools their folly love, and hear my words in vain? O turn, at last, at my reproof! and, in that happy hour, His bless’d effusions on your heart my Spirit down shall pour. 127 But since so long, with earnest voice, to you in vain I call Since all my counsels and reproofs thus ineffectual fall; The time will come, when humbled low, in Sorrow’s evil day, Your voice by anguish shall be taught, but taught too late, to pray. When, like the whirlwind, o’er the deep comes Desolation’s blast; Pray’rs then extorted shall be vain, the hour of mercy past. The choice you made has fixed your doom; for this is Heav’n’s decree, That with the fruits of what he sowed the sinner filled shall be. Scripture: Proverbs 1:20-31 Languages: English

Prov. 3:13-17: O happy is the man who hears

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R11 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O happy is the man who hears Lyrics: O happy is the man who hears Instruction’s warning voice; And who celestial Wisdom makes his early, only choice. For she has treasures greater far than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are than all their stores of gold. In her right hand she holds to view a length of happy days; Riches with splendid honours are what her left displays. She guides the young with innocence, in pleasure’s paths to tread, A crown of glory she bestows upon the hoary head. According as her labours rise, so her rewards increase; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace. Scripture: Proverbs 3:13-17 Languages: English

Proverbs 8:22-36: Keep silence, all ye sons of men

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R13 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Keep silence, all ye sons of men Lyrics: Keep silence, all ye sons of men, and hear with rev’rence due; Eternal Wisdom from above thus lifts her voice to you: I was th’ Almighty’s chief delight from everlasting days, Ere yet his arm was stretched forth the heav’ns and earth to raise. Before the sea began to flow, and leave the solid land, Before the hills and mountains rose, I dwelt at his right hand. When first he reared the arch of heav’n, and spread the clouds on air, When first the fountains of the deep he opened, I was there. 128 There I was with him, when he stretched his compass o’er the deep, And charged the ocean’s swelling waves within their bounds to keep. With joy I saw th’ abode prepared which men were soon to fill: Them from the first of days I loved, unchanged, I love them still. Now therefore hearken to my words, ye children, and be wise: Happy the man that keeps my ways; the man that shuns them dies. Where dubious paths perplex the mind, direction I afford; Life shall be his that follows me and favour from the Lord. But he who scorns my sacred laws shall deeply wound his heart, He courts destruction who contemns the counsel I impart. Scripture: Proverbs 8:22-36 Languages: English

Eccles. 7:2-6: While others crowd the house of mirth

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R14 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: While others crowd the house of mirth Lyrics: While others crowd the house of mirth, and haunt the gaudy show, Let such as would with Wisdom dwell, frequent the house of woe. Better to weep with those who weep, and share th’ afflicted’s smart, Than mix with fools in giddy joys that cheat and wound the heart. When virtuous sorrow clouds the face, and tears bedim the eye, The soul is led to solemn thought, and wafted to the Sky. The wise in heart revisit oft grief’s dark sequestered cell; The thoughtless still with levity and mirth delight to dwell. The noisy laughter of the fool is like the crackling sound Of blazing thorns, which quickly fall in ashes to The ground. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 7:2-6 Languages: English

Eccles. 12:1: In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R16 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth Lyrics: In life’s gay morn, when sprightly youth with vital ardour glows, And shines in all the fairest charms which beauty can disclose; Deep on thy soul, before its pow’rs are yet by vice enslaved, Be thy Creator’s glorious name and character engraved. For soon the shades of grief shall cloud the sunshine of thy days; And cares, and toils, in endless round, encompass all thy ways. Soon shall thy heart the woes of age in mournful groans deplore, And sadly muse on former joys, that now return no more. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1 Languages: English