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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #138a (1787) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English

The Mystery of Providence unfolded

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #138b (1787) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: 1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honour shine. 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears Indulg'd my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies?"] 7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word with light and power Did my mistake amend: I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go; And oh that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine: I call my God my portion now, And all my powers are thine. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #227 (1740) Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: Consider all my Sorrows, Lord Lyrics: 1 Consider all my Sorrows, Lord, And thy Deliv'rance send; My Soul for thy Salvation faints When will my Troubles end? 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's Rod; Afflictions make me learn thy Law, And live upon my GOD. 3 This is the Comfort I enjoy When new Distress begins: I read thy Word, I run thy Way, And hate my former Sins. 4 Had not thy Word been my Delight When earthly Joys were fled, My Soul, opprest with Sorrow's Weight Had sunk amongst the Dead. 5 I know thy Judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest Suff'rings I endure Flow from thy faithful Care. 6 Before I knew thy chast'ning Rod My Feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy Word, Nor wander from thy Way. Scripture: Psalm 119:153 Languages: English

Psalm 119 Part 14

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.277 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: Consider all my sorrows, Lord Lyrics: Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliv'rance send; My soul for thy salvation faints When will my troubles end? Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins- I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins. Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead. I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest suff'rings I endure Flow from thy faithful care. Before I knew thy chast'ning rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

Consider all my Sorrows, Lord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P119n (1766) Topics: Afflicted saints happy Lyrics: 1 Consider all my Sorrows, Lord, And thy Deliv'rance send; My Soul for thy Salvation faints, When will my Troubles end? 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's Rod; Afflictions make me learn thy Law, And live upon my GOD. 3 This is the Comfort I enjoy When new Distress begins: I read thy Word, I run thy Way, And hate my former Sins. 4 Had not thy Word been my Delight When earthly Joys were fled, My Soul, opprest with Sorrows Weight Had sunk amongst the Dead. 5 I know thy Judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest Suff'rings I endure, Flow from thy faithful Care. 6 Before I knew thy chast'ning Rod My Feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy Word, Nor wander from thy Way. Scripture: Psalm 119:67 Languages: English

Psalm 73 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.157 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind Lyrics: Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere; Yet once my foolish thoughts repined, And bordered on despair. I grieved to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, "How pleasant and profane they live! How peaceful is their death! "With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes, They lay their fears to sleep; Against the heav'ns their slanders rise, While saints in silence weep. "In vain I lift my hands to pray, And cleanse my heart in vain; For I am chastened all the day, The night renews my pain." Yet while my tongue indulged complaints, I felt my heart reprove,- "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, And grieve the men I love." But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe, Till I retired to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. There, as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner's feet High mounted on a slipp'ry place, Beside a fiery pit. I heard the wretch profanely boast, Till at thy frown he fell; His honors in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. Lord, what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promised grace, And think the wicked blest. Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by power unknown; That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LXXIII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted Saints happy, & Prosperous Sinners cursed Lyrics: 1 Now I’m convinc'd the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere, Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd, And border'd on despair. 2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, “How pleasant and profane they live! How peaceful is their death! 3 With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes, They lay their fears to sleep; Against the heavens their slanders rise, While saints in silence weep. 4 In vain I lift my hands to pray, And cleanse my heart in vain; For I am chast'ned all the day, The night renews my pain." 5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints, I felt my heart reprove; "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, And grieve the men I love." 6 But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe; 'Till I retir'd to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. 7 There as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner’s feet High mounted on a slipp'ry place Beside a fiery pit. 8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, 'Till at thy frown he fell; His honours in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace, And think the wicked blest. 10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by pow'r unknown; That blessèd hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 78:1-10 Languages: English

Psalm 73 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.158 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: God, my supporter and my hope, My help for ever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair. Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. Were I in heav'n without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. Behold, the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28 Languages: English

Broad is the road that leads to death

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #94 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted saints happy Lyrics: Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrower path, With here and there a traveller. "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heav'nly land. The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. Lord, let not all my hopes be vain Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28 Languages: English

Psalm 73

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.159 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted saints happy First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine! But O their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so; On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. Their fancied joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their plagues. Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English