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Psalm 80

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.170 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: Great Shepherd of thine Israel Lyrics: Great Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep; Thy church is in the desert now, Shine from on high and guide us through; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved and sigh no more. Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return? How long shall thy fierce anger burn? Instead of wine and cheerful bread Thy saints with their own tears are fed: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands? Did not thy power defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground? How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with the fruit! But now, dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. Why is its beauty thus defaced? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? Strangers and foes against her join, And every beast devours the vine. Return, Almighty God, return, Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou wast its strength and glory too; Attacked in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branch of Promise rose: Fair Branch, ordained of old to shoot From David's stock, from Jacob's root; Himself a noble vine, and we The lesser branches of the tree. 'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand Girt with thy strength at thy right hand; Thy first-born Son, adorned and blest With power and grace above the rest. O for his sake attend our cry, Shine on thy churches lest they die; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English

O Thou whose Justice reigns on high

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P56 (1766) Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints Lyrics: 1 O Thou whose Justice reigns on high, And makes th'Oppressor cease, Behold how envious Sinners try To vex and break my Peace! 2 The Sons of Violence and Lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly Dangers rise, My Refuge is thy Word. 3 In GOD, most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my Trust; Nor will I fear what Flesh can do, The Offspring of the Dust. 4 They wrest my Words to Mischief still, Charge me with unknown Faults; Mischief doth all their Counsels fill, And Malice all their thoughts. 5 Shall they escape without thy Frown? Must their Devices stand? O cast the haughty Sinner down, And let him know thy Hand! Pause. 6 GOD counts the Sorrows of his Saints, Their Groans affect his Ears; Thou hast a Book for my Complaints, A Bottle for my Tears. 7 When to thy Throne I raise my Cry, The Wicked fear and flee; So swift is Pray'r to reach the Sky, So near is GOD to me. 8 In Thee, most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my Trust; Nor will I fear what Man can do, The Offspring of the Dust. 9 Thy solemn Vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my Praise; I'll sing, How faithful is thy Word! How righteous all thy Ways! 10 Thou hast secur'd my Soul from Death, O set thy Pris'ner free, That Heart and Hand, and Life and Breath, May be employ'd for Thee. Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English

Will GOD for ever cast us off?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P74 (1766) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith Lyrics: 1 Will GOD for ever cast us off? His Erath for ever smoak Against the People of his Love, His little chosen Flock? 2 Think of the Tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer's Blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy Glory stood. 3 Lift up thy Feet and march in Haste, Aloud our Ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful Waste Is made within thy Walls. 4 Where once thy Churches pray'd and sang, Thy Foes profanely roar; Over thy Gates their Ensigns hang, Sad Tokens of their Pow'r. 5 How are the Seats of Worship broke? They tear the Buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest Stroke, Procures the chief Renown. 6 With Flames they threaten to destroy Thy Children in their Nest; Come, let us burn at once, they cry, The Temple and the Priest. 7 And still, to heighten our Distress, Thy Presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted Signs of Pow'r and Grace, Thy Pow'r and Grace are gone. 8 No Prophet speaks to calm our Woes, But all the Seers mourn; There's not a Soul amongst us knows The Time of thy Return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal GOD, how long Shall Men of Pride blaspheme? Shall Saints be made their endless Song, And bear immortal Shame? 10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy Name profan'd? And still thy Jealousy forbear, And still withold thine Hand? 11 What strange Deliv'rance hast thou shown In Ages long before? And now no other GOD we own, No other GOD adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging Sea By thy resistless Might, To make thy Tribes a wond'rous Way, And then secure their Flight. 13 Is not the World of Nature thine, The Darkness and the Day? Didst thou not bid the Morning shine, And mark the Sun his Way? 14 Hath not thy Pow'r form'd every Coast, And set the Earth its Bounds? With Summer's Heat and Winter's Frost, In their perpetual Rounds? 15 And shall the Sons of Earth and dust That sacred Pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy Hand that form'd 'em first Avenge thine injure'd Name? 16 Think on the Cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy Words of Love; Nor let the Birds of Prey invade, And vex thy mourning Dove. 17 Our Foes would triumph in our Blood, And make our Hope their Jest; Plead thy own Cause, Almighty GOD, And give thy Children Rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

Great Shepherd of thine Israel

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P80 (1766) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith Lyrics: 1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the Cherubs dwell, And lead the Tribes, thy chosen Sheep, Safe through the Desart and the Deep. 2 Thy Church is in the Desart now, Shine from on high, and guide us through; Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. 3 Great GOD, whom heav'nly Hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray? And wait in vain thy kind Return? How long shall thy fierce Anger burn? 4 Instead of Wine and chearful Bread, Thy Saints with their own Tears are fed: Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Pause I. 5 Hast thou not planted with thy Hands A lovely Vine in Heathen Lands? Did not thy Power defend it round, And heav'nly Dews enrich the Ground? 6 How did the spreading Branches shoot, And bless the Nations with the Fruit? But now dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning Vine, that lovely Tree. 7 Why is its Beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her Fences waste? Strangers and Foes against her join, And ev'ry Beast devours the Vine. 8 Return, Almighty GOD, return; Nor let thy bleeding Vineyard mourn; Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Pause II. 9 Lord, when this Vine in Canaan grew, Thou wast its Strength and Glory too! Attack'd in vain by all its Foes, 'Till the fair Branch of Promise rose. 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot From David's Stock, from Jacob's Root; Himself a noble Vine, and we The lesser Branches of the Tree. 11 'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand Girt with thy Strength at thy Right-Hand; Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest With Pow'r and Grace above the rest. 12 O! for his Sake attend our Cry, Shine on thy Churches, lest they die; Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English

Deliverance from Oppression and Flashood; or, God's Care of his People, in Answer to Faith and Prayer

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #102 (1740) Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: O Thou whose Justice reigns on high Lyrics: 1 O Thou whose Justice reigns on high, And makes th'Oppressor cease, Behold how envious Sinners try To vex and break my Peace! 2 The Sons of Violence and Lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly Dangers rise, My Refuge is thy Word. 3 In GOD, most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my Trust; Nor will I fear what Flesh can do, The Offspring of the Dust. 4 They wrest my Words to Mischief still, Charge me with unknown Faults; Mischief doth all their Counsels fill, And Malice all their thoughts. 5 Shall they escape without thy Frown? Must their Devices stand? O cast the haughty Sinner down, And let him know thy Hand! Pause. 6 GOD counts the Sorrows of his Saints, Their Groans affect his Ears; Thou hast a Book for my Complaints, A Bottle for my Tears. 7 When to thy Throne I raise my Cry, The Wicked fear, and flee; So swift is Pray'r to reach the Sky, So near is GOD to me. 8 In Thee, most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my Trust; Nor will I fear what Man can do, The Offspring of the Dust. 9 Thy solemn Vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my Praise; I'll sing, How faithful is thy Word! How righteous all thy Ways! 10 Thou hast secur'd my Soul from Death, O set thy Pris'ner free, That Heart and Hand, and Life and Breath, May be employ'd for Thee. Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English

The Church's Prayer under Affliction; or, The Vineyard of GOD wasted

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #142 (1740) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith First Line: Great Shepherd of thine Israel Lyrics: 1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the Cherubs dwell, And lead the Tribes, thy chosen Sheep, Safe through the Desart and the Deep. 2 Thy Church is in the Desart now, Shine from on high, and guide us through; Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. 3 Great GOD, whom heav'nly Hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray? And wait in vain thy kind Return? How long shall thy fierce Anger burn? 4 Instead of Wine and chearful Bread Thy Saints with their own Tears are fed: Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Pause I. 5 Hast thou not planted with thy Hands A lovely Vine in Heathen Lands? Did not thy Power defend it round, And heav'nly Dews enrich the Ground? 6 How did the spreading Branches shoot, And bless the Nations with the Fruit? But now dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning Vine, that lovely tree. 7 Why is its Beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her Fences waste? Strangers and Foes against her join, And ev'ry Beast devours the Vine. 8 Return, Almighty GOD, return; Nor let thy bleeding Vineyard mourn; Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Pause II. 9 Lord, when this Vine in Canaan grew, Thou wast its Strength and Glory too! Attack'd in vain by all its Foes, 'Till the fair Branch of Promise rose. 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot From David's Stock, from Jacob's Root; Himself a noble Vine, and we The lesser Branches of the Tree. 11 'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand Girt with thy Strength at thy Right-Hand; Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest With Pow'r and Grace above the rest. 12 O! for his Sake attend our Cry, Shine on thy Churches, lest they die; Turn us to Thee, thy Love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English

Not different food, or different dress

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #315 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints Lyrics: Not diff'rent food, or diff'rent dress, Compose the kingdom of our Lord; But peace, and joy, and righteousness, Faith, and obedience to his word. When weaker Christians we despise, We do the gospel mighty wrong; For God, the gracious and the wise, Receives the feeble with the strong. Let pride and wrath be banished hence; Meekness and love our souls pursue; Nor shall our practice give offence To saints, the Gentile or the Jew. Scripture: Romans 14:17 Languages: English

Now plead my Cause, Almighty God

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P35a (1766) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith Lyrics: 1 Now plead my Cause, Almighty God, With all the Sons of Strife; And fight against the Men of Blood, Who fight against my Life. 2 Draw out thy Spear and stop their Way, Lift thine avenging Rod; But to my Soul in Mercy say, "I am thy Saviour God!" 3 They plant their Snares to catch my Feet, And Nets of Mischief spread; Plunge the Destroyers in the Pit That their own Hands have made. 4 Let Fogs and Darkness hide their Way, And slippery be their Ground; Thy Wrath shall make their Lives a Prey, And all their Rage confound. 5 They fly like Chaff before the Wind, Before thine angry Breath; The Angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to Death. 6 They love the Road that leads to Hell; Then let the Rebels die, Whose Malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. 7 But if thou hast a chosen Few Amongst that impious Race; Divide them from the bloody Crew By thy surprizing Grace. 8 Then will I raise my tuneful Voice, To make thy Wonders known; In their Salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. Scripture: Psalm 35:1-9 Languages: English

Behold the Love, the generous Love

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P35b (1766) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith Lyrics: 1 Behold the Love, the generous Love, That holy David shows; Hark, how his sounding Bowels move To his afflicted Foes! 2 When they are sick, his Soul complains, And seems to feel the Smart; The Spirit of the Gospel reigns, And melts his pious Heart. 3 How did his flowing Tears condole As for a Brother dead! And Fasting mortify'd his Soul, While for their Life he pray'd. 4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their Bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double Blessings on his Head The righteous GOD returns. 5 O glorious Type of heav'nly Grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While Sinners curse, the Saviour prays, And pities them with Tears. 6 He the true David, Isr'el's King, Blest and belov'd of GOD, To save us Rebels dead in Sin, Paid his own dearest Blood. Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English

Can creatures to perfection find

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #42 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith Lyrics: [Can creatures to perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind? Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out? 'Tis high as heav'n, 'tis deep as hell And what can mortals know or tell? His glory spreads beyond the sky, And all the shining worlds on high. But man, vain man, would fain be wise; Born like a wild young colt, he flies Through all the follies of his mind, And swells, and snuffs the empty wind.] God is a King of power unknown, Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask him why or what he does? He wounds the heart, and he makes whole He calms the tempest of the soul; When he shuts up in long despair, Who can remove the heavy bar? He frowns, and darkness veils the moon; The fainting sun grows dim at noon; The pillars of heav'n's starry roof Tremble and start at his reproof. He gave the vaulted heav'n its form, The crooked serpent, and the worm; He breaks the billows with his breath, And smites the sons of pride to death. These are a portion of his ways; But who shall dare describe his face? Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand? Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English