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Our Nation Seemed To Ruin Doomed

Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Our nation seemed to ruin doomed, Just like a burning brand; Till snatched from fierce surrounding flames By God’s indulgent hand. 2 "Once more," He says, "I will suppress The wrath that sin would wake, Once more My patience shall attend, And call this nation back." 3 But who this clemency reveres? Or feels this melting grace? Who stirs his languid spirit up To seek Thine awful face? 4 On days like these we pour our cries, And at Thy feet we mourn; Then rise to tempt Thy wrath again, And to our sins return. 5 Our nation far from God remains, Far, as in distant years; And that small remnant which is left, A dying aspect wears. 6 Now chastened, rescued thus in vain, Thy righteous Hand severe Into the flames might hurl us back, And quite consume us there. 7 So by the light our burning gives Might neighboring nations read. How terrible Thy judgments are, And learn our guilt to dread. 8 Yet, ’midst the cry of sins like ours, Incline Thy gracious ear; And Thine own children’s feeble cry With soft compassion hear. 9 O by Thy sacred Spirit’s breath Ignite a holy flame; Refine the land that Thou has spared, And magnify Thy name. Used With Tune: BURFORD Text Sources: Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (J. Eddowes and J. Cotton, 1755)
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Lord, I have sinned; but oh forgive

Author: Henry F. Lyte Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: BURFORD
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I to the hills will lift mine eyes

Author: F. Bland Tucker, 1895-1984 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 81 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 121 Used With Tune: BURFORD Text Sources: The Psalms of David in Meeter, 1650, alt.
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Almighty Lord, before Thy Throne

Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 187 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Almighty Lord, before Thy throne Thy mourning people bend; 'Tis on Thy grace in Christ alone Our failing hopes depend. 2 Dark judgments from Thy heavy hand Thy dreadful pow'r display; Yet mercy spares this guilty land, And still we live to pray. 3 How changed, alas, are truths divine For error, guilt, and shame! What impious numbers, bold in sin, Disgrace the Christian name! 4 Oh turn us, turn us, mighty Lord; Convert us by Thy grace! Then shall our hearts obey Thy word, And see again Thy face. 5 Then, should insulting foes invade, We shall not yield to fear, Secure of all-sufficient aid When God in Christ is near. Amen. Topics: Times and Seasons The Nation Scripture: Psalm 59:16 Used With Tune: BURFORD
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O! cymer fy serchiadau'n glau

Author: Pantycelyn Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: BURFORD
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God of My Life, Look Gently Down

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 100 hymnals Lyrics: 1. God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before Thy throne, Nor dare dispute Thy will. 2. Diseases are Thy servants, Lord, They come at Thy command; I’ll not attempt a murmuring word Against Thy chastening hand. 3. Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove Thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through Thy repeated strokes. 4. Crushed as a moth beneath Thy hand, We molder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne’er withstand, And all our beauty’s lost. 5. This mortal life decays apace, How soon the bubble’s broke! Adam and all his numerous race Are vanity and smoke. 6. I’m but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepared to go, When I the summons hear. 7. But if my life be spared awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I’ll declare Thy love. Used With Tune: BURFORD Text Sources: The Psalms of David, 1719
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O God, My Refuge, Hear My Cries

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 52 hymnals Lyrics: 1. O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2. Their rage is leveled at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hopes in God. 3. With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4. O were I like a feathered dove, And innocence had wings, I’d fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5. Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6. 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. 7. 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. 8. God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If He command their aid. 9. I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon His Word, That saints shall never fall. 10. My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread His praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Used With Tune: BURFORD Text Sources: The Psalms of David, 1719
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Jehovah, to My Prayer Give Ear

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Jehovah, to my prayer give ear, nor hide Thee from my cry; attend my sad complaint, and hear my restless moan and sigh. 2 My enemies lift up their voice, the violent oppress; to do me wrong my foes rejoice, and love my soul’s distress. 3 Sore pained in heart I find no ease, death’s terrors fill my soul, great fear and trembling on me seize, and horrors o’er me roll. 4 O had I wings, I sigh and say, like some swift dove to roam, then I would hasten far away and find a peaceful home. 5 Lo, wand'ring far, my rest should be in some lone desert waste; I from the stormy wind would flee, and to a shelter haste. 6 O Lord, their malice recompense, their wicked tongues confound, for in the city violence and bitter strife abound. 7 They walk her walls both night and day, within all vices meet; oppression, fraud, and crime hold sway, nor leave the crowded street. 8 No foreign foe provokes alarm, but enemies within; may God destroy their power to harm and recompense their sin. 9 On God alone my soul relies, and He will soon relieve; the LORD will hear my plaintive cries at morning, noon, and eve. 10 He has redeemed my soul in peace, from conflict set me free; my many foes are made to cease, and strive no more with me. 11 The living God in righteousness will recompense with shame the men who, hardened by success, forget to fear His Name 12 All treach'rous friends who overreach and break their plighted troth, who hide their hate with honeyed speech, with such the Lord is wroth. 13 Upon the Lord thy burden cast, to Him bring all thy care; He will sustain and hold thee fast, and give thee strength to bear. 14 God will not let His saints be moved; protected, they shall see their foes cut off and sin reproved; O God, I trust in Thee. Topics: Supplication Scripture: Psalm 55 Used With Tune: BURFORD Text Sources: The Psalter, 1912
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The Lord Is In His Holy Place

Author: James Montgomery Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 18 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The Lord is in His holy place, And from His throne on high, He looks upon the human race With omnipresent eye. 2 He proves the righteous, marks their path; In Him the weak are strong; But violence provokes His wrath, The Lord abhorreth wrong. 3 God on the wicked will rain down His brimstone, fire, and snares; The gloom and tempest of His frown— This portion shall be theirs. 4 The righteous Lord will take delight Alone in righteousness; The just are pleasing in His sight, The humble He will bless. Used With Tune: BURFORD Text Sources: Songs of Zion (London: Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orne & Brown, 1822)
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Lord, I have sinned; pardon m

Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: BURFORD

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