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Psalm 39 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.91 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. Some walk in honor's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs, they know not who, And straight are seen no more. What should I wish or wait for, then, From creatures earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English

Psalm 39 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.92 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring word Against thy chast'ning hand. Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. Crushed as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. [This mortal life decays apace, How soon the bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous race Are vanity and smoke.] I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepared to go, When I the summons hear. But if my life be spared awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Psalm 55

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.124 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Daily Devotion; Devotion daily First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: O God, my refuge, hear my cries, "Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. Their rage is leveled at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. O were I like a feathered dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well. By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry; The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If he command their aid. I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English

Psalm 55

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.125 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Daily Devotion; Devotion daily First Line: Let sinners take their course Lyrics: Let sinners take their course, And choose the road to death But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath. My thoughts address his throne When morning brings the light; I'll seek his blessing every noon, And pay my vows at night. Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God, While sinners perish in surprise, Beneath thine angry rod. Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. But I with all my cares Will lean upon the Lord; I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word. His arm shall well sustain The children of his love; The ground on which their safety stands, No earthly power can move. Scripture: Psalm 55:15-17 Languages: English

Psalm 119 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.265 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Secret devotion First Line: To thee, before the dawning light Lyrics: To thee, before the dawning light My gracious God, I pray; I meditate thy name by night, And keep thy law by day. My spirit faints to see thy grace, Thy promise bears me up; And while salvation long delays, Thy word supports my hope. Seven times a day I lift my hands, And pay my thanks to thee; Thy righteous providence demands Repeated praise from me. When midnight darkness veils the skies, I call thy works to mind; My thoughts in warm devotion rise, And sweet acceptance find. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

The influences of the spirit desired

Author: President Davies Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCXI (1792) Topics: Fervency of Devotion desired First Line: Eternal spirit, source of light Lyrics: 1 Eternal spirit, source of light, Enlivening, consecrating fire, Descend and with celestial heat Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire: Our souls refine, our dross consume! Come, condescending spirit come! 2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark Of the pure flame, which seraphs feel, Nor let us wander in the dark, Or lie benumb'd and stupid still: Come, vivifying spirit, come, And make our hearts thy constant home! 3 Whatever guilt and madness dare, We would not quench the heavenly fire; Our hearts as fuel we prepare, Tho' in the flame we should expire: Our breasts expand to make thee room: Come, purifying spirit, come! 4 Let pure devotion's fervors rise; Let every pious passion glow: O let the raptures of the skies Kindle in our cold hearts below! Come, condescending spirit, come, And make our souls thy constant home! Languages: English

Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXXIV (1766) Topics: Fervency of Devotion desired Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs, Kindle a Flame of sacred Love In these cold Hearts of ours. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling Toys; Our Souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal Joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal Songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our Tongues, And our Devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie At this poor dying Rate; Our Love so faint, so cold to thee? And thine to us so great? 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's Love, And that shall kindle ours. Languages: English

My heart, with deep emotion

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a294 (1895) Topics: Daily Devotion Morning Lyrics: 1 My heart with deep emotion Gives thanks to Thee and praise, In early morn's devotion, And throughout all my days; O God, upon thy throne! To honor and adore Thee, I bring my praise before Thee Through Christ, Thine Only Son. 2 For, 'twas Thy grace that o'er me Kept vigil through the night, And 'twas Thy arm that bore me, Safe through morning light. To Thee my prayer I raise; Werein I did offend Thee, Do Thou forgive; defend me In all my future days. 3 My life, my soul,--defend them! My wife, child goods, and home,-- To Thy hand I commend them, From Thee these blessings come. Thy bounteous hand bestows My household and my treasures, my parents, friends, and pleasures; Through thee my cup o'erflows. 4 God shall do my advising, Whose might with wisdom blends; May He bless rest and rising, My efforts, means and ends! To god, forever blessed, Will I with mine confide me, And suffer Him to guide me As seemeth to Him best. 5 Amen: Lord, Thou wilt hear me With this I close my prayer; In all I do wilt cheer me, And keep me in Thy care. So I put forth my hands, And look not long behind me, But ply the task assigned me By God, as He commands. Languages: English

How oft the day of God returns

Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. #a308 (1895) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Daily Devotion Sunday Morning Lyrics: 1 How oft the day of God returns To shed its quick'ning beams; And yet how slow devotion burns, How languid are its flames. 2 Accept our faint attempts to love; Our sins, O Lord, forgive; We would be like Thy saints above, And praise Thee while we live. 3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, And fit us to ascend Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, Thy worship ne'er shall end; 4 When we shall with the ransomed throng, The Savior's praise proclaim, And give in an eternal song All glory to His name. Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

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.) #13a (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English