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Lord, if thou dost not soon appear

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole discourse when neighbors meet, Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. 4 'Yet shall our words be free,' they cry; 'Our tongues shall be controul'd by none: 'Where is the Lord will ask us why, 'Or say our lips are not our own?' 5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear: Not silver, seven times purified From dross and mixture, shines so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm: Tho' when the vilest men have pow'r, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm. Scripture: Psalm 12

Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 51 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion looses ground; The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatt'rer’s part: With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, How is their fury stirr'd! 'Are not our lips our own,' they cry, 'And who shall be our Lord?' 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, And bears the sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold; 6 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on? Hast thou not giv'n this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 'Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, 'And make oppressors flee: 'I shall appear to their surprise, 'And set my servants free.' 8 Thy word, like silver sev'n times try'd, Thro' ages shall endure: The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find the promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12

How long O Lord, shall I complain

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 64 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord, shall I complain, Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide, And I still pray, and be deny'd? 2 Shall I forever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my soul thine absence mourn? And still despair of thy return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief: If thou withhold'st thy heav'nly Light, I sleep in everlasting night. 5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost! But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. 6 Whate'er my foes or fears suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest: My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. Scripture: Psalm 13

How long wilt thou conceal thy face?

Appears in 64 hymnals Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts, He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace Whence all my hopes are hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And vict'ry shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13

Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 39 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere, Hast made thy truth and love appear: Before mine eyes I set thy laws, And thou hast own'd my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, I've walk'd upright before thy face, Or if my feet did e'er depart, 'Twas never with a wicked heart. 3 What sore temptations broke my rest! What wars and strugglings in my breast! But thro' thy grace that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin. 4 That sin which close besets me still, That works and strives against my will; When shall thy spirit's sov'reign power Destroy it that it rise no more? 5 [With an impartial hand the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward; The kind and faithful souls shall find A God as faithful and as kind. 6 The just and pure shall ever say, Thou art more pure, more just than they; And men that love revenge shall know God hath an arm of vengeance too] Scripture: Psalm 18:20-26

The God of glory sends his summons forth

Appears in 70 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations, and awakes the north: From east to west the sov'reign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds and regions of the dead. The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Behold! the judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 3 'Heav'n, earth, and hell draw near; let all things come, 'To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom; 'But gather first my saints,' (the judge commands) 'Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.' When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. 4 'Behold! my cov'nant stands for ever good, 'Seal'd by th' eternal aacrifice in blood, 'And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew! 'That paid the ancient worship or the new.' There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for heav'n rejoices. 5 'Here (saith the Lord) ye angels spread their thrones 'And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. 'Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd 'Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward.' When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion: And shout, ye saints, he comes for your salvation. Pause 1. 6 "I am the Savior, I th' almighty God: 'I am the judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad 'My just eternal sentence, and declare 'Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear.' When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 7 'Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, 'Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain: 'Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saints' attire, 'I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.' Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 8 'Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain 'Do I condemn thee: bulls and goats are vain 'Without the flame of love: in vain the store 'Of brutal off'rings that were mine before.' Earth is the Lord's, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. 9 'If I were hungry would I ask thee food? 'When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood? 'Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, 'Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed.' All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. 10 'Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, 'Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? 'Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, 'Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. Pause 2. 11 'Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please 'A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? 'While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, 'Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong.' Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. 12 'In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; 'Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends; 'While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, 'His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.' God is the judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. 13 'Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love; 'But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? 'And cherish such an impious thought within, 'That the All Holy would indulge thy sin.' See, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him: Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14 'Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, 'And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; 'Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear 'Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near.' Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Epiphonema: 15 'Sinners awake betimes; ye fools be wise; 'Awake before this dreadful morning rise: 'Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, 'Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend.' Then join, the saints, wake ev'ry cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50

Shew pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive!

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 786 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Shew pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but don's surpass The pow'r and glory of thy grace: Great God! thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean: Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Scripture: Psalm 51

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 217 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death: Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. 3 [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true: O make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] 4 Behold, I fall before thy face, My only refuge is thy grace: No outward forms can make me clean, The leprosy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. 6 Jesus, my God! thy blood alone Hath pow'r sufficient to atone: Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51

O thou that hear'st when sinners cry!

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 342 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry! Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 Tho' I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 5 A broken heart, my God, my king, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Savior's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song! And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness! Scripture: Psalm 51

Lord, I would spread my sore distress

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 49 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes: Against thy laws, against thy grace, How high my crimes arise? 2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell, And crush my flesh to dust, Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just. 3 I from the stock of Adam came, Unholy and unclean; All my original is shame, And all my nature sin. 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew Contagion with my breath; And as my days advanc'd, I grew A juster prey for death. 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul With thy forgiving love: O! make my broken spirit whole, And bid my pains remove. 6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart, Nor drive me from thy face; Create anew my vicious heart, And fill it with thy grace. 7 Then will I make thy mercy known Before the sons of men; Backsliders shall address thy throne, And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51