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To thee, my GOD and Saviour, I

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXXVIII (1767) Lyrics: 1 To Thee, my GOD and Saviour, I By Day and Night address my Cry; To me incline thine Ear, And my Distresses hear; For Seas of Trouble me invade, My Soul draws nigh to Death's cold Shade. Like one whose Strength is fled, I'm number'd with the Dead. 2 Like those who shrowded in the Grave From thee no more Remembrance have, Rejected from thy Care, And plung'd in dark Despair. Thy Wrath has hard upon me lain, Afflicting me with restless Pain; Me all thy Waves have prest, Too weak to bear the least. 3 Remov'd from Friends, I sigh'd alone, In a loath'd Dungeon laid, where none Vouchsafes to visit me, Past Hopes of Liberty. My Eyes from weeping never cease, They waste, but still my Griefs increase, Yet LORD, to thee I've pray'd, And still invok'd thy Aid. 4 Wilt thou by Miracle revive The Dead, whom thou forsook'st alive? And them, thy Praise to sing, From their Confinement bring? Shall the mute Grave thy Love confess, A mould'ring Tomb thy Faithfulness? Thy Works renown obtain, Where Shades and Silence reign? 5 To thee, O LORD, I cry, forlorn, My Pray'r prevents the early Morn; Why hidest thou thy Face, And leav'st me in Disgrace? Prevailing Sorrows bear me down, Which from my Youth with me have grown, With constant Grief opress'd, Thy Terrors fill my Breast. 6 Thy Wrath hath burst upon my Head, My troubled Soul is fill'd with Dread, And Woes on ev'ry Side, Like Waves, are multiply'd. My Lovers, Friends, Familiars, all Remove from Sight and out of Call, Daily I make my Moan, Neglected and alone. Topics: Prayers When sorely afflicted Scripture: Psalm 88 Languages: English Tune Title: [To thee, my God and Saviour, I]

When I pour out my Soul in Pray'r

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CII (1767) Lyrics: 1 When I pour out my Soul in Pray'r, Do thou, O LORD, incline thine Ear; And let my sad Cry ascend, To thee, my only Friend: Hide not thy Face from my Distress, Do thy my Sorrows soon redress; And when I call on thee, Vouchsafe to comfort me. 2 My Days like scatter'd Smoke expire, My Bones consume in constant Fire, My Heart is parch'd with Heat, And I forget to eat: By Reason of repeated Groans, My Flesh will scarce cleave to my Bones; Like mournful Owls, am I, That through the Desarts cry. 3 I watch, and like a Sparrow mourn, That on the House-top sits forlorn; My Foes revile all Day, And Snares in secret lay. Ashes I've eat, oppress'd with Fears, My Drink is mix'd with briny Tears; Because thy Wrath doth lie, On me, once seated high. 4 My Days are like an Ev'ning Shade, And like a drooping Flow'r I fade; But LORD, thy glorious Name, For ever is the same: Thou shalt disperse thy Sion's Gloom, For now her Days of Mercy's come; Because it grieves the Just. To see her laid in Dust. 5 The Heathen Kings his Name shall fera, When Sion shall restor'd appear; When him the Poor address, And he their Pray'r shall bless: This shall be written on Record That those to come may praise the LORD; That future Nations may, His mignty Acts display. 6 For from his holy Dwelling Place, The LORD survey'd the human Race, That he might hear the Cry, Of Wretches doom'd to die. His mighty Arm did interpose, To release them from all their Foes, And set the Mourners free, From long Captivity. 7 That thro' glad Sion they might sing, His Praise, who did Deliv'rance bring; And at Jerusalem Adore his gracious Name. When all the Tribes assembling there, And Kingdoms joining in the Pray'r, To him their Vows address, And GOD their LORD confess. 8 But at his Wrath my Life decays, His Hand cuts short my hopeful Days; And allmy Strength is gone, E'er yet my Race is run; LORD, end not thus my Years, said I, When scarcely half have passed by; But thou from Change secure, Shalt evermore endure. 9 The Earth's Foundations thou hast laid, Thy Hands the lofty Heav'ns have made; And they shall pass away, But thou shalt ne'er decay: They all shall like a Garment fail, And Time shall over them prevail; But thou shalt never waste, Thy Years for ever last. 10 The Children of thy Saints shall stand, Supported by thy pow'rful hand; And in they Sight remain, Whilst thou dost them sustain. Topics: Prayers Of the Church for her Deliverance in Persecution Scripture: Psalm 102 Languages: English Tune Title: [When I pour out my Soul in Pray'r]