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Humble Reliance

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #114 (1760) First Line: My God, my Father, blissful Name! Lyrics: I. My God, my Father, blissful Name! O may I call thee mine, May I with sweet assurance claim A portion so divine? II. This only can my fears controul, And bid my sorrows fly; What harm can ever reach my soul, Beneath my Father’s eye? III. Whate’er thy providence denies, I calmly would resign, For Thou art just, and good, and wise; O bend my will to thine. IV. Whate’er thy sacred will ordains, O give me strength to bear; And let me know my Father reigns, And trust his tender care. V. If pain and sickness rend this frame, And life almost depart, Is not thy mercy still the same, To cheer my drooping heart? VI. If cares and sorrows me surround, Their pow'r why should I fear? My inward peace they cannot wound, If thou, my God, art near. VII. Thy sov'reign ways are all unknown To my weak, erring sight; Yet let my soul, adoring own That all thy ways are right. VIII. My God, my Father, be thy name My solace and my stay; O wilt thou seal my humble claim, And drive my fears away. Languages: English

The Presence of God the Life and Light of the Soul

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #116 (1760) First Line: My God, my hope, if thou art mine Lyrics: I. My God, my hope, if thou art mine, Why should my soul with sorrow pine? On thee alone I cast my care; O leave me not in dark despair. II. Though ev'ry comfort should depart, And life forsake this drooping heart; One smile from thee, one blissful ray, Can chase the shades of death away. III. My God, my life, if thou appear, Not death itself can make me fear; Thy presence cheers the sable gloom, And gilds the horrors of the tomb. IV. Not all its horrors can affright, If thou appear, my God, my light; Thy love shall all my fears controul, And glory dawn around my soul. V. Should all created blessings fade, And mourning nature, disarray'd, Deplore her ev'ry charm withdrawn, Light, hope and joy, forever gone. VI. Though nought remain below the sky, To please my taste, my ear, my eye, Be thou my hope, my life, my light, Amid the universal night. VII. My God, be thou forever nigh; Beneath the radiance of thy eye, My hope, my joy, shall ever rise, Nor terminate below the skies. Languages: English

The Transforming Vision of God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #32 (1760) First Line: My God, the visits of thy face Lyrics: I. My God, the visits of thy face Afford superior joy, To all the flatt'ring world can give, Or mortal hopes employ. II. But clouds and darkness intervene, My brightest joys decline, And earth's fay trifles oft ensnare This wand'ring heart of mine. III. Lord, guide this wand'ring heart to thee; Unsatisfied I stray: Break thro' the shades of sense and sin, With thine enliv'ning ray. IV. O let thy beams resplendent shine, And ev'ry cloud remove; Transform my pow'rs, and fit my soul For happier scenes above. V. There Jesus reigns! may I be cloth'd With his divine array; And when I close these eyes in death, Awake to endless day: VI. To endless day! To perfect life! To bliss without alloy! Where not the least faint cloud shall rise, To intercept the joy: VII. To view, unveil'd, thy radiant face, Thou everlasting fair! And chang'd to spotless purity, Thy glorious likeness wear: VIII. To feast, with ever new delight, On uncreated good; And drink full satisfying draughts Of pleasure's sacred flood. IX. O bliss too big for mortal thought! It awes, and yet inspires: Fain would my soul, unfetter'd, rise In more intense desires. X. Lord, raise my faith, my hope, my heart, To those transporting joys; Then shall I scorn each little snare, Which this vain world employs: XI. Then, tho' I sink in death's cold sleep, I shall awake to bliss, And in the likeness of my God, Find endless happiness. Scripture: Psalm 17:15 Languages: English

Refuge and Strength in the Mercy of God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #133 (1760) First Line: My God, 'tis to Thy mercy seat Lyrics: I. My God, 'tis to thy mercy-seat My soul for shelter flies; 'Tis here, I find a safe retreat, When storms and tempests rise. II. 'Tis here, my faith resolves to dwell, Nor shall I be afraid Of all the pow'rs of earth or hell, If thou vouchsafe thy aid. III. My chearful hope can never die, If thou my God art near; Thy grace can raise my comforts high, And banish ev'ry fear. IV. Against thy all-supporting grace My foes can ne'er prevail; But oh! if frowns becloud thy face, Faith, hope, and life will fail. V. My great Protector, and my Lord, Thy constant aid impart, And let thy kind, thy gracious word Sustain my trembling heart! VI. O never let my soul remove, From this divine retreat; Still let me trust thy pow'r and love, And dwell beneath thy feet. Languages: English

Mourning the Absence of God, and longing for his gracious presence

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #143 (1760) First Line: My God, to thee I call Lyrics: I. My God, to thee I call— Must I forever mourn? So far from thee, my life, my all? O when wilt thou return! II. Dark as the shades of night My gloomy sorrows rise, And hide thy soul-reviving light From these desiring eyes. III. My comforts all decay, My inward foes prevail; If thou withhold thy healing ray, Expiring hope will fail. IV. Away distressing fears, My gracious God is nigh, And heav'nly pity sees my tears, And marks each rising sigh. V. Dear source of all my joys, And solace of my care, O wilt thou hear my plaintive And grant my humble pray'r! VI. These envious clouds remove, Thy cheering light restore, Confirm my int'rest in thy love 'Till I can doubt no more. VII. Then if my troubles rise, To thee, my God, I'll flee, And raise my hopes above the skies, And cast my cares on thee. Languages: English

Imploring Divine Influences

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #2 (1760) First Line: My God, whene'er my longing heart Lyrics: I. My God, whene'er my longing heart The praiseful tribute would impart, In vain my tongue with feeble aim, Attempts the glories of thy name. II. In vain my boldest thoughts arise, I sink to earth and lose the skies; Yet I may still thy grace implore, And low in dust thy name adore. III. O let thy grace my heart inspire, And raise each languid, weak desire; Thy grace, which condescends to meet The sinner prostrate at thy feet. IV. With humble fear let love unite, And mix devotion with delight; Then shall thy name be all my joy, Thy praise, my constant blest employ. V. Thy name inspires the harps above With harmony, and praise, and love; That grace which tunes th'immortal strings, Looks kindly down on mortal things. VI. O let thy grace guide ev'ry song, And fill my heart and tune my tongue; Then shall the strain harmonious flow, And heav'ns sweet work begin below.

God my Creator and Benefactor

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #48 (1760) First Line: My maker, and my king Lyrics: I. My maker, and my King, To thee my all I owe; Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring, From whence my blessings flow, II. Thou ever good, and kind, A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind, My heart to grateful love. III. The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live: My God, thy benefits demand More praise than tongue can give. IV. Oh! what can I impart, When all is thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart: The gift, alas, how poor! V. Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove? Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill me with thy love. VI. O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let all my pow'rs to thee aspire, And all my days be thine. Languages: English

The Exalted Saviour

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #173 (1760) First Line: Now let us raise our chearful strains Lyrics: I. Now let us raise our chearful strains, And join the blissful choir above; There our exalted Saviour reigns, And there they sing his wond'rous love. II. While seraphs tune th'immortal song; O may we feel the sacred flame; And ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue Adore the Saviour's glorious name. III. Jesus, who once upon the tree In agonizing pains expir'd, Who dy'd for rebels,—yes, 'tis he! How bright! how lovely! how admir'd! IV. Jesus, who dy'd that we might live, Dy'd in the wretched traitor's place— O what returns can mortals give, For such immeasurable grace? V. Were universal nature ours, And art with all her boasted store, Nature and art with all their pow'rs, Would still confess the off'rer poor! VI. Yet tho' for bounty so divine, We ne'er can equal honours raise, Jesus, may all our hearts be thine, And all our tongues proclaim thy praise. Languages: English

The Happiness of the Saints Above

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #166 (1760) First Line: O could we read our int'rest here Lyrics: I. O could we read our int'rest here, Jesus, in these dear words of thine, A heav'n of pleasure would appear, A blissful view of joys divine. II. Dear Saviour, let thy boundless grace Remove our guilt, our fears remove; Then shall our thoughts with rapture trace The radiant mansions of thy love. III. There shall our hearts no more complain, Nor sin prevail, nor grace decay; But perfect joy forever reign, One glorious, undeclining day. IV. No darkness there shall cloud our sight; These now dejected feeble eyes, Shall gaze, with infinite delight, On the full glories of the skies. V. There shall we see thy lovely face, And chang'd to purity divine, Partake the splendors of the place, And in thy glorious likeness shine. VI. Yes, dearest Lord, to dwell with thee, Thy praise our endless, sweet employ, Must be immense felicity, A full infinitude of joy! VII. O let thy spirit now impart, The kind assurance of thy love, With sealing pow'r to ev'ry heart, Sweet earnest of the joys above. Scripture: John 17:24 Languages: English

The Glorious Presence of Christ in Heaven

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #165 (1760) First Line: O for a sweet inspiring ray Lyrics: I. O for a sweet inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns! II. There low before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall, And with delightful worship own His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all. III. Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread Thro' all th' assemblies of the skies. IV. He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs To boundless Rapture while they gaze; Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues Resound his everlasting praise. V. There all the fav'rites of the Lamb Shall join at last the heav'nly choir; O may the joy-inspiring theme Awake our Faith, our warm desire. VI. Dear Saviour, let thy spirit seal Our int'rest in that blissful place; Till death remove this mortal veil, And we behold thy lovely face. Scripture: John 17:24 Languages: English