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Ye sons of Adam, vain and young

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #593 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion Lyrics: Ye sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire; Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth, but know There is a day of judgment too. God from on high beholds your thoughts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror through: How will you stand before his face, Or answer for his injured grace? Almighty God! turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 11:9 Languages: English

Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P6b (1766) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with Kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce Wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing Estate, And ease the Sorrows that I feel, The Wounds thine heavy Hand hath made, O let thy gentler Touches heal! 3 See how I pass my weary Days In Sighs and Groans; and when 'tis Night, My Bed is water'd with my Tears; My Grief consumes, and dims my Sight. 4 Look how the Powers of Nature mourn! How long, Almighty GOD, how long? When shall thine Hour of Grace return? When shall I make thy Grace my Song? 5 I feel my Flesh so near the Grave, My Thoughts are tempted to despair: But Graves can never praise the Lord, For all is Dust and Silence there. 6 Depart, ye Tempters, from my Soul; And all despairing Thoughts depart; My GOD, who hears my humble Moan, Will ease my Flesh, and chear my Heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #10 (1740) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed First Line: In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not Lyrics: 1 In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful Storm; Nor let thy Fury grow so hot Against a feeble Worm. 2 My Soul's bow'd down with heavy Cares, My Flesh with Pain opprest: My Couch is Witness to my Tears, My tears forbid my Rest. 3 Sorrow and Pain wear out my Days; I waste the Night with Cries, Counting the Minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow Morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine Eye consum'd with Grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine Hand affords Relief? 5 He hears when Dust and Ashes speak, He pities all our Groans; He saves us for his Mercy's Sake, And heals our broken Bones. 6 The Virtue of his sov'reign Word Restores our fainting Breath; For silent Graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in Death. Scripture: Psalm 6

Why doth the Lord stand off so far?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P10 (1766) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal his Face, When great Calamities appear, And Times of deep Distress? 2 Lord, shall the Wicked still deride Thy Justice and thy Power? Shall they advance their Heads in Pride, And still thy Saints devour? 3 They put thy Judgments from their Sight, And then insult the Poor; They boast in their exalted Height, That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O GOD, lift up thine Hand, Attend our humble Cry; No Enemy shall dare to stand, When GOD ascends on high. Pause. 5 Why do the Men of Malice rage, And say, with foolish Pride, "The GOD of Heav'ns will ne'er engage "To fight on Zion's Side." 6 But thou for ever art our Lord, And pow'rful is thine Hand, As when the Heathen felt thy Sword, And perish'd from thy Land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our Hearts to pray, And cause thine Ear to hear; He hearkens what his Children say, And puts the World in Fear. 8 Proud Tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the Just; And mighty Sinners shall confess They are but Earth and Dust. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English

Temptation in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #11 (1740) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with Kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce Wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing Estate, And ease the Sorrows that I feel; The Wounds thine heavy Hand hath made, O let thy gentler Touches heal! 3 See how I pass my weary Days In Sighs and Groans; and when 'tis Night My Bed is water'd with my Tears; My Grief consumes, and dims my Sight. 4 Look, how the Powers of Nature mourn! How long, Almighty GOD, how long? When shall thine Hour of Grace return? When shall I make thy Grace my Song? 5 I feel my Flesh so near the Grave, My Thoughts are tempted to despair; But Graves can never praise the Lord, For all is Dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye Tempters, from my Soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My GOD, who hears my humble Moan, Will ease my Flesh, and cheer my Heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 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

Temptations in Sickness overcome

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.) #13b (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and chear my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13a (1790) 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

Temptations in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13b (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair: But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and chear my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

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.) #16 (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