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LORD, hear my Cry, regard my Pray'r

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #LXI (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD, hear my Cry, regard my Pray'r, Which I, oppress'd with heavy Grief, From Earth's remotest Parts, address To thee, with hope of kind Relief; Save me from persecuting Pow'r, For thou hast often been my Tow'r. 2 So shall I in thy sacred Courts, Secure from ev'ry Danger lie; Beneath the Covert of thy Wings, All future Storms I will defy: My Soul of thy Protection sure, Against her Foes shall ret secure. 3 For thou, O GOD,hast heard my vows, And in thy Goodness didst ordain, That I, with lasting Glories crown'd, Should o'er thy chosen People reign: Vouchsafe, O LORD, thy King to bless, And make his prosp'rous Days encrease. 4 Confirm his Throne, and make his Reign To be accepted in thy Sight; And let thy Truth and Mercy both, Oh GOD, in his Defence unite: So I'll devote my future Days, To pay my Vows, sing thy Praise, Topics: Prayers Of a King or Prince, for God's Grace and Assistance Scripture: Psalm 61 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, hear my Cry, regard my Pray'r]

LORD, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #CXLIII (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry Thy wonted Audience lend; In thy accustom'd Faith and Truth, A gracious Answer send, Nor to thy Justice bring Thy servant strictly to be try'd; For no frail mortal Man Can in thy Sight be justify'd, 2 The spiteful Foe pursues my Life, Whose Comforts all are fled; He drives me into Caves as dark As Mansions of the Dead. My Spirit is o'erwhelm'd, And therefore sinks within my Breast; My Heart grows desolate, With heavy Woes too much oppress'd. 3 I call to mind the Days of old, And Wonders thou hast wrought, My former Dangers and Escapes Employ my musing Thought. To thee my in humble Pray'r, My Hands I fervently stretch out; My Soul for Comfort thirsts, Like Land oppress'd with constant Drought. 4 Hear me with Speed, my Spirit fails, Thy Face no longer hide; Lest I become forlorn, like them That in the Grave reside. Thy Kindness let me hear, Whose Trust on thee alone depends; Teach me thy perfect Way, For still my Soul to thee ascends. 5 Do thou, O LORD, from all my Foes, Preserve, and set me free; A safe Retreat against their Rage, My Soul implores from thee. Thy righteous Will, O GOD, Instruct me ever to obey; Let thy good Spirit lead And keep my Soul in thy right Way. 6 Oh, for the sake of thy great Name, Revive my drooping Heart: For thy Truth's sake, to me distress'd, Thy promis'd Aid impart. In Pity to my Grief, Do thou reduce my Foes to shame; Slay them that vex my Soul, Devoted to thy holy Name. Topics: Prayers Of a Sinner to obtain Forgiveness of Sins; Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry]

LORD, hear the Voice of my Complaint

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #LXIV (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD, hear the Voice of my Complaint, And to my humble Pray'r give Ear; Preserve my Life from cruel Foes, And free my troubled Soul from Fear; Hide me in some secure Retreat; The Plots of all my Foes defeat. 2 See how, intent to work my Harm, They whet their Tongues like sharpen'd Swords, And bend their Bows to shoot their Darts, Destructive Lies, and bitter Words: In secret, void of Fear and Shame, They at the Just direct their Aim. 3 To carry on their ill Designs, In frequent Councils they agree; They speak of laying private Snares, And vainly think that none shall see: With Care their wicked Plots they lay; Their Hearts designing to betray. 4 But GOD, to Anger justly mov'd, His dreadful Bows shall surely bend; And on his flying Arrow's Point Against them swift Destruction send: Their Slander on themselves shall fall, And they be scorn'd and shunn'd by all. 5 The World shall then GOD's Pow'r confess, And frighten'd Nations trembling stand; Convinc'd that 'tis the mighty Work, Of his uprais'd avenging Hand: For they shall see his Pow'r, and own That he is GOD supreme alone. 6 Whilst righteous Men whom he secures, Shall in his Mercy gladly trust; and all the list'nign Earth shall hear, The glorious Triumphs of the Just; The true of heart shall bless his Name, And to the world their Joy proclaim. Topics: Description of Slander and Backbiting; Prayers When percecuted Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint]

LORD, let thy just Decrees the King

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #LXXII (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD, let thy just Decrees the King In all his Ways direct; And let his Son, throughout his Reign, Thy righteous Laws respect. So shall he still thy People judge, With pure and upright Mind; Whilst all the helpless Poor shall him, Their just Protector find. 2 Then Hills and Mountains shall bring forth, The happy Fruits of Peace; Which all the Land shall own to be, The work of Righteousness; Whilst he the poor and needy Race. Shall rule with gentle Sway, And from their humble Necks, shall take Oppressive Yoaks away. 3 In ev'ry Heart, thy awful Fear Shall then be rooted fast, As long as Sun and Moon endure, Or Time itself shall last. He shall descend like Rain, that chears The Meadow's second Birth; Or like war Show'rs, whose gentle Drops, Refresh the thirsty Earth. 4 In his blest Days the Just and Good Shall be with Favour crown'd; The happy Land shall every where With endless Peace abound. His uncontroul'd Dominion shall From Sea to Sea extend; Begin at proud Euphrates' Stream, At Nature's Limits end. 5 To him the Savage Nations round, Shall bow their servile Heads; His vanquish'd Foes shall lick the Dust Where he his Conquest spreads. The Kings of Tarshish, and the Isles, Shall costly Presents bring; From spicy Sheba Gifts shall come, And wealthy Saba's King. 6 To him shall ev'ry King on Earth His humble Homage pay; And diff'ring Nations gladly join, To own his righteous Sway. For he shall set the needy free, When they for Succour cry; Shall save the Helpless, and the Poor, And all their Wants supply. Part II 7 His Providence, for needy Souls Shall due Supplies prepare; And over their defenceless Lives, Shall watch with tender Care. He shall preserve and keep their Souls From Fraud and Rapine free; And in his Sight, their guiltless Blood Of mighty Price shall be. 8 Therefore shall GOD his Life and Reign To many Years extend; Whilst Eastern Princes Tribute pay, And golden Presents send. For him shall constant Pray'rs be made, Thro' all his prosp'rous Days; His just Dominion shall afford A lasting Theme of Praise. 9 Of useful Grain thro' all the Land, Great Plenty shall appear; A Handful sown on Mountain Tops, A mighty Crop shall bear. Its Fruit, like Cedars shook by Winds, A rattling Noise shall yield; The City too shall thrive, and vie For Plenty, with the Field. 10 The Mem'ry of his glorious Name, Thro' endless Years shall run; His spotless Fame shall shine as bright And lasting as the Sun. In him the Nations of the Earth Shall be completely blest, And his unbounded Happiness By ev'ry Tongue confest. 11 Then bless'd be GOD, the mighty LORD, The GOD whom Israel fears; Who only wond'rous in his Works, Beyond Compare, appears. Let Earth be with His Glory fill'd; Forever bless his Name; Whilst to his Praise the list'ning World, Their glad Assent proclaim. Topics: Description of The Church: Happiness under the Government of the Messiah; Prayers Of the Church for the Glory of her King or State; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Coming and Government Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, let thy just Decrees the King]

Lord save me, for thy glorious Name

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #LIV (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD save me, for thy glorious Name, In thy resistless Strength appear To judge my Cause, and to my Pray'r, Vouchsafe to lend a gracious Ear: Mere Strangers whom I never wrong'd, Against my Safety have design'd, And cruel Men that fear no GOD, To take my Soul have close combin'd. 2 But GOD takes part with all my Friends, And he's indeed the surest Guard; The GOD of Truth shall on my Foes Pour down their Falshood's just Reward. Whilst I my grateful Off'rings bring, And sacrifice with grateful Joy, And in his Praise my Time to come. With holy Extacy employ. 3 From dreadful Danger and Distress, The LORD of Life hath set me free: And through his Strength, of all my Foes, The just Destruction I shall see. Topics: Prayers When betrayed by false friends; Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Scripture: Psalm 54 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord save me, for thy glorious Name]

LORD, thou hast granted to thy Land

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #LXXXV (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD, thou hast granted to thy Land, The Favours we implor'd; To Freedom Jacob's captive Race, Most graciously thou hast retor'd. Thy People's Sins thou pardon'd hast, Nor doth thine Indignation last. 2 O GOD of our Salvation turn Our Hearts to thee, to us speak Peace: Avert the Wrath our Guilt deserves, And let thy righteous Anger cease. LORD! shall thine Anger never end; But to all future Times extend? 3 Wilt thou not us revive again, And make thy People glad in thee? Shew us thy tender Mercies, LORD; Let us thy great Salvation see. In thee, our Saviour, we'll rejoice, And sing thy Praise with Heart and Voice. 4 On GOD, with Patience, I will wait; His Answer to our Pray'rs I'll hear: He, to his People, will speak Peace; I know it, therefore shall not fear. He'll comfort all his Saints who mourn, But let them not to Folly turn. 5 To all that fear his holy Name His sure Salvation's ever near; And in its former glorious State Our happy Nation shall appear: For Mercy now with Truth is join'd, And Righteousness with Peace combin'd. 6 Truth from the Earth shall spring, whilst Heav'n Shall constant Streams of Justice pour, And GOD, from whom all Goodness flows, O'er all the Land shall Plenty show'r: Before him Righteousness shall go, And we his holy Ways shall know. Topics: Prayers Of the Church for her Deliverance in Persecution; Thanksgivings For Delerances and Wonders, General Scripture: Psalm 85 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, thou hast granted to thy Land]

Lord, who shall to thy courts repair

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #XV (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD! who shall to thy Courts repair, And, crown'd with Bliss, inhabit there? Oh! who shall find that late Retreat? Not Stranger-like awhile to stay, As, those who transient Visits pay; But fix with thee a lasting Seat? 2 'Tis he whose pure unspotted Heart, Doth pure and spotless Thoughts impart, Whose Deeds by Rules of Virtue move: 'Tis he whose Words are soft and meek, Whose gen'rous Tongue disdains to speak The Thing his Heart doth not approve. 3 Who never Slander whisper'd round, His Neighbour's spotless Fame to wound, Or wrapt his Thoughts in mean Disguise; Who never lent a list'ning Ear, The keen provoking Strokes to hear, Of bold Reproach or secret Lies. 4 Who Vice in all her Pomp array'd, With Wealth and Honours full display'd, Can nobly treat with just Neglect; And Piety, tho' set aside, For scornful Sinners to deride, Doth with religious Zeal respect. 5 Who to his plighted Vows and Trust, With Heart inviolably just, Hath evermore unshaken stood; Whose Soul by Usury disdains To heap up ill-acquired Gains, Nor hath, for Bribes, sought guiltless Blood. 6 The Man, who by this steady Course, Hath shunn'd the Sting of keen Remorse, And inward Happiness insur'd; Tho' Earth's from her Foundation shake, And troubled Nature loudly quake, Shall stand by Providence secur'd. Topics: Description of A Citizen of Heaven Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, who shall to thy courts repair]

Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #V (1767) Lyrics: 1 Lord, with thy wonted Mercy hear, The Voice of my Distress; To my complaint bow down then Ear, And all my Wrongs redress. To thee my King and God, I will direct my mournful Cry, Accept my secret Pray'r, For on thee alone rely. 2 Soon as the Morn with cheerful Light, Shall paint the floating Skies, To thee I will my Pray'r address; To thee my Voice shall rise: Ev'n when the early Dawn, Shall shoot abroad it's timed Ray, To thee i will look up, To thee my GOD, devoutly pray. 3 In Men to Folly still inclin'd, The LORD takes not Delight; Nor will permit the sinful wretch, To stand before his Sight. The Wrongs which I sustain, The GOD of Truth will not approve, Who from his holy Place, Will all Unrighteousness remove. 4 The stubborn Fool, who still with Scorn, Rejects his proffer'd Grace, He will reject with just Disdain, And banish from his Face; Those who unrighteous Things, Do still with wicked Hearts pursue, His Vengeance will not leave, To stand unpunish'd in his View. Part 2d: 5. The sland'ring Tongue, oh GOD of Truth! Thou surely wilt destroy; In lying Lips and faithless Hearts, Thy Spirit finds no Joy; So likewise dost thou hate, The Man who is to Blood inclin'd; And his deceitful Race, From thee shall no Protection find. 6 But when thy heav'nly Grace, shall me To thy blest courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing Eyes, And humbly there adore; Ev'n at thy Temple Gate, With constant Zeal I will attend, And thence my Pray'r direct, To GOD, on whom I still depend. 7 Conduct me by thy righteous Laws, To me in mercy show, That sacred path of Truth, oh Lord! In which I ought to go. My Foes stand watching round, In Hopes my sudden Fall to see; Oh guard my heedless Steps, And from their Snares deliver me. 8 Their Mouths vent nothing but Deceit, To Slander still inclin'd; Their wicked Hearts against my Life, Have treach'rously design'd; Their Throat is like a Grave, That ever yawning to devour; They flatter with their Tongue, And still exult in lawless Pow'r. 9 In their own Counsels let them fall, By Loads of Guilt opprest; And as they others would have wrong'd, So let them be distrest. For they against thy Laws, Have ever harden'd Rebels been, They daily thee provok'd, By still persisting in their Sin. 10 But let all those, who trust in thee, Shout with triumphant Joy; And all their Hours in Songs of praise, Delightfully employ. Let those whom thou preserv'st, Thy Goodness all abroad proclaim; And tell what Bliss awaits, Those who revere thy holy Name. 11 To righteous men, the bounteous LORD, His Blessing will impart; Protection he affords to all, Who have an upright Heart. The LORD to all his Saints, His Grace and Favour will extend; And from approaching Harm, Their Lives as with a Shield defend. Topics: Description of Hyprocisy; Prayers Of the Church Particularly of Believers when slandered; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear]

My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #XLV (1767) Lyrics: 1 My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame, Whilst I the King's loud Praise proclaim; My Tongue directed by my joyful Heart, Is like the Pen that's us'd with ready Art. How matchless is thy Form, O King renown'd! With beaming Glories are thy Temples crown'd, Thy Mouth with Grace continually o'erflows; Because fresh Blessings GOD on thee bestows. 2 Gird on thy Sword, O Prince! in Might excel, Gird on that Sword which doth thy Foes repel; And clad in Ornaments and rich Array, Majestic Pomp, resistless Pow'r display: Ride on in State, and still the Meek protect, Thy dreadful Wrath against thy Foes direct: Let thy right Hand with swift Revenge pursue, All those who strive against the Just and True. 3 The sharpen'd Weapons which thy Hands direct, Thy humbled Foes shall to thy Will subject; Down, down they fall, who dare thy Pow'r oppose, Whilst thro' their Hearts the feather'd Arrow goes; But thou, O God! shall firmly be enthron'd, And thy just Rule by all Mankind be own'd; Thy Sceptre's Sway for ever to endure, Shall always make thy righteous Laws secure. 4 Because thy Heart hath upright Ways approv'd; The purest Truth and strictest Justice lov'd; And hated still in crooked Paths to move, Where wand'ring Sinners ever thoughtless rove; Therefore, thy GOD, did thee to reign appoint, And with the Oil of Joy thy Head anoint: With Cassia, Aloes and Myrrh abound, Thy royal Robes, and spread their Odours round. 5 Amongst the honourable Women plac'd, Do princely Virgins stand, with Beauty grac'd; The glorious Queen herself in State did stand, Array'd in golden Robes, at thy right Hand. But to my Words, O Royal Bride, give Ear, And my Instructions with Attention hear; Forget thy Country, and each former Friend, And on the King alone, with Hope depend. 6 So shall thy Beauty more inviting be; So shall his constant Love encrease to thee; Since he's thy LORD, to him thy Homage pay, And his Affections ne'er shall know decay. The Tyrian Matrons shall rich Presents make, And daily strive thy Favours to partake: The King's fair Daughter inward Graces fill, Her Raiment is of Gold, adorn'd with Skill. 7 She with her nuptial Garments, wide display'd, In costly Robes of Needle Work array'd; While Virgin Trains, attending, stand around, Shall to the King be brought with Glory crown'd. With all the State of solemn Pomp can show, With all the Lustre Riches can bestow; The grand Procession slowly moves along, 'Till the wide Gates receive the pompous Throng. 8 Then, in the Room thy royal Father grac'd, Expect to see thy princely Offspring plac'd; Whom thou in State to diff'rent Realms mayst send, To govern there, and Justice to defend. Whilst this my Song, to future Times preserv'd, Shall tell the Praises, thy great Name deserv'd. And make the World with one Consent proclaim, Thy lasting Glory and perpetual Fame. Topics: Description of The Church: Happiness under the Government of the Messiah; Description of The Church: Union with Jesus Christ; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Union with the Church; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English Tune Title: [My chearful Mind a good Design shall frame]

My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #XXII (1767) Lyrics: 1 My GOD! my GOD! why leavst thou me, When I with Anguish call on thee? Why dost thou me neglect, And my loud Pray'r reject? All Day, but all the day in vain, To thee, O LORD, do I complain: All Night have I implor'd Thy Help to me restor'd. 3 Yet thou, O LORD, art ever just, Relieving those, who in thee trust; Therefore shalt Israel raise To thee, continual Praise: On Thee our Ancestors rely'd, And in thy Strength their Foes defy'd; To thee their Pray'rs address'd, And with Success were bless'd. of Innocence oppress'd; 3 Thy sure Deliv'rance, LORD, they found, When Dangers gather'd thickest round; Thine Ears their Cries receiv'd, And they were soon reliev'd; But I, like none of human Birth, Am made the scoffing Rabble's Mirth; Ev'n like a Reptile base, They hold me in Disgrace. Part II 4 My Agonies, the gazing Crowd, Survey with Scorn and Laughter loud, They mock whilst I complain, And thus my Woes disdain: "He boasted, he was Heav'n's Delight, "Let GOD relieve his Favourite; "Let him Assistance send, "His Servant to defend. 5 But thou didst from my Mother's Womb, Make me a living Offspring come; Thy Care thou didst extend, Me helpless to defend: My Youth thou didst from Danger shield, And Guardian-like Protection yield; In thee I will confide, For thou wert still my Guide. 6 Withdraw not then, O GOD, Most high! Thy Aid, when Trouble is so nigh: Do thou that Help extend, On which I still depend. High-pamper'd Bulls, a frowning Throng, From Basan's Forest, fierce and strong, Prepare with growing Rage, Against me to engage. 7 They gape on me, and to my Fears, Each Mouth, a yawning Grave appears; Wide open to devour My Soul, when in their Pow'r: The desart Lion's savage Roar, Could not increase my Horrors more. In Compact close combin'd, They have my Fall design'd. Part III 8 My Joints are rack'd, and out of Frame; My Heart like Wax before the Flame. Within my Bosom glows; My Blood like Water flows: My Strength is parch'd' like Potter's Clay, My fault'ring Tongue forgets to play; My Soul all Hope resigns, And to the Grave declines. 9 Like Blood-hounds, they assembled round, My harmless Hands and Feet they wound; And through my constant Pain, I languish and complain; That all my Bones may well be told; Yet this as Pastime they behold. And still their Pleasure shew, At each Increase of Woe. 10 As Spoil, my Garments they divide: By Lots their Portions they decide; Therefore thy Arm extend, And kind Protection send. From their sharp Sword defend thou me, And let my Life from Danger free; Nor leave my Soul o'erpower'd, By Dogs to be devour'd. 11 To me, O GOD! Assistance send, My Life from Lions fierce defend; As once thy Strength prevail'd, When Unicorns assail'd, Then to my Brethren I'll proclaim The Triumphs of thy holy Name; And to the Saints repair, Thy Glory to declare. 12 "Praise ye the LORD in Songs divine, "Ye num'rous Race of Israel's Line; "To him with Fervour pray, "And low Obeisance pay: "His People he hath ne'er disdain'd, "Or turn'd his Face when they complain'd; "But to their humble Pray'r, "Doth lend a gracious Ear. 13 Thus in thy Courts, thy Name I'll bless, And in loud Songs my Thanks express; And to thy Saints declare, Thy providential Care. The meek Companions of my Grief, Shall at my Table find Relief; And all who seek thy Face, Shall find refreshing Grace. 14 Then shall the World their Homage pay, To GOD, and his Commands obey; His Pow'r they shall confess, And Pray'rs to him address. From Kings Submission to receive, In his supreme Prerogative, Who doth the Worlds sustain; And over all Things reign. 15 The Rich his Bounty must confess, The Poor their gen'rous Patron bless; To him they all resort, For Succour and Support: Then shall a Race exalt his Name, And to their Heirs his Truth proclaim, "Till Heav'n and Earth combin'd, Are all to GOD resign'd. Topics: Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English Tune Title: [My God! my God! why leav'st thou me]