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Who will arise and plead my Right
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P94b (1766) Topics: Afflicted Instruction by them; Afflicted of Saints and Sinners different; Afflicted sanctified; Instructive Affliction Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my Right
Against my num'rous Foes,
While Earth and Hell their Force unite,
And all my Hopes oppose?
2 Had not the Lord, my Rock, my Help,
Sustain'd my fainting Head,
My Life had now in Silence dwelt,
My Soul amongst the Dead.
3 Alas! my sliding Feet! I cry'd.
Thy Promise was my Prop;
Thy Grace stood constant by my Side,
Thy Spirit bore me up.
4 While Multitudes of mournful Thoughts
Within my Bosom roll,
Thy boundless Love forgives my Faults,
Thy Comforts chear my Soul.
5 Pow'rs of Iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious Laws;
But GOD my Refuge, rules the Skies,
He will defend my Cause.
6 Let Malice vent her Rage aloud,
Let bold Blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our GOD shall judge the Proud,
And cut the Sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English
Who will arise and plead my Right
My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P143 (1766) Topics: Afflicted from Men; Afflicted their prayer; Afflicted very great; Hope in Affliction Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD,
Hear when I spread my Hands abroad,
And cry for Succour from thy Throne,
O make thy truth and Mercy known!
2 Let Judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy Servant pleads thy Grace:
Should Justice call us to thy Bar,
No Man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in Pity, Lord, and see
The mighty Woes that burthen me;
Down to the Dust my Life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in Darkness and unseen:
My Heart is desolate within:
My Thoughts in musing Silence trace
The ancient Wonders of thy Grace.
5 Thence I derive a Glimpse of Hope
To bear my sinking Spirits up;
I stretch my Hands to GOD again,
And thirst like parched Lands for Rain.
6 For Thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn:
When will thy smiling Face return?
Shall all my Joys on Earth remove?
And GOD, for ever hide his Love?
7 My GOD, thy long Delay to save
Will sink thy Pris'ner to the Grave;
My Heart grows faint, and dim mine Eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The Night is Witness to my Tears,
Distressing Pains, distressing Fears;
O might I hear thy Morning Voice,
How would my weary'd Pow'rs rejoice!
9 In Thee I trust, to Thee I sigh,
And lift my heavy Soul on high;
For Thee sit waiting all the Day,
And wear the tiresome Hours away.
10 Break off my Fetters, Lord, and show
Which is the Path my Feet should go;
If Snares and Foes beset the Road,
I flee to hide me near my GOD.
11 Teach me to do thy holy Will,
And lead me to thy heav'nly Hill;
Let the good Spirit of thy Love
Conduct me to thy Courts above.
12 Then shall my Soul no more complain,
The Tempter then shall rage in vain;
And Flesh, that was my Foe before,
Shall never vex my Spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD
God our Support and Comfort; or, Deliverance from Temptation and Perfection
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #168 (1740) Topics: Afflicted Instruction by them; Afflicted of Saints and Sinners different; Afflicted sanctified; Instructive Affliction First Line: Who will arise and plead my Right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my Right
Against my num'rous Foes,
While Earth and Hell their Force unite,
And all my Hopes oppose?
2 Had not the Lord, my Rock, my Help,
Sustain'd my fainting Head,
My Life had now in Silence dwelt,
My Soul amongst the Dead.
3 Alas! my sliding Feet! I cry'd.
Thy Promise was my Prop;
Thy Grace stood constant by my Side,
Thy Spirit bore me up.
4 While Multitudes of mournful Thoughts
Within my Bosom roll,
Thy boundless Love forgives my Faults,
Thy Comforts chear my Soul.
5 Pow'rs of Iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious Laws;
But GOD my Refuge, rules the Skies,
He will defend my Cause.
6 Let Malice vent her Rage aloud,
Let bold Blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our GOD shall judge the Proud,
And cut the Sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English
God our Support and Comfort; or, Deliverance from Temptation and Perfection
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #219 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit First Line: Consider all my sorrows, Lord Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord,
And thy deliverance 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 sufferings I endure,
Flow from thy faithful care.
6 Before I knew thy chastening 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
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #219 (1790) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit First Line: Consider all my sorrows, Lord Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord,
And thy deliverance 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 sufferings I endure,
Flow from thy faithful care.
6 Before I knew thy chastening 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
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #233 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit First Line: Consider all my sorrows, Lord Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord,
And thy deliverance 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 sufferings I endure,
Flow from thy faithful care.
6 Before I knew thy chastening 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
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #233 (1787) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions support and profit First Line: Consider all my sorrows, Lord Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord,
And thy deliverance 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 sufferings I endure,
Flow from thy faithful care.
6 Before I knew thy chastening rod,
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way. Scripture: Psalm 119:71 Languages: English
Benefit of Afflictions, and Support under them
Sactified Afflictions; or, Delight in the Word of God
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #230 (1740) Topics: Afflicted Instruction by them; Afflicted sanctified First Line: Father, I bless thy gentle Hand Lyrics: 1 Father, I bless thy gentle Hand;
How kind was thy chastizing rod,
That forc'd my Conscience to a Stand,
And brought my wand'ring Soul to GOD!
2 Foolish and vain, I went astray
Ere I had felt thy Scourges, Lord;
I left my Guide, and lost my Way;
But now I love and keep thy Word.
3 'Tis good for me to wear the Yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell;
'Tis good to bear my Father's Stroke,
That I might learn his Statutes well.
4 The Law that issues from thy Mouth
Shall raise my chearful Passions more
Than all the Treasures of the South,
Or Western Hills of golden Ore.
5 Thy Hands have made my mortal Frame,
Thy Spirit form'd my Soul within;
Teach me to know thy wond'rous Name,
And guard me safe from Death and Sin.
6 Then all that love and fear the Lord
At my Salvation shall rejoice;
For I have hoped in thy Word,
And made thy Grace my only Choice. Scripture: Psalm 119:67 Languages: English
Sactified Afflictions; or, Delight in the Word of God
God is the Hope of the Helpless
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #251b (1786) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: To God I made my sorrows known Lyrics: 1 To God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;
In long complaints before his throne
I pour'd out all my grief.
2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burdens knows,
Beholds the way I take.
3 On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,
While friends and strangers past me by
Neglected or unknown.
4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd thy mercy near,
"Thou art my portion when I die,
"Be thou my refuge here."
5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,
Now let thine ear attend,
And make my foes who vex me know
I've an almighty Friend.
6 From my sad prison set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name,
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English
God is the Hope of the Helpless
God is the Hope of the Helpless
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #251b (1790) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: To God I made my sorrows known Lyrics: 1 To God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;
In long complaints before his throne
I pour'd out all my grief.
2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burdens knows,
Beholds the way I take.
3 On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,
While friends and strangers past me by
Neglected or unknown.
4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd thy mercy near,
"Thou art my portion when I die,
"Be thou my refuge here."
5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,
Now let thine ear attend,
And make my foes who vex me know
I've an almighty Friend.
6 From my sad prison set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name,
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English
God is the Hope of the Helpless
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