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All-clement God, attend my earnest cry

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXI (1756) Lyrics: 1 All-clement God, attend my earnest cry: 2 In distant lands tho' roam, an exile, I, Thee in my heart's distress will I invoke, Thee will I make my strength, my shield, my rock. 3 A shelter most secure in thee I've found, A firm support, when cruel foes surround. 4 Therefore beneath thy wings, assur'd, I'll rest, And seek the temple with thy presence blest. 5 For thou my faithful vows hast constant heard; For me a noble heritage prepar'd; To rule the nations who thy laws obey; To make them happy by my gentle sway. 6 Thou to the king a length of days will give, Thou to a good old age shalt bid him live. 7 Long in thy house that he may suppliant stand, Reach forth thy blessings with a lib'ral hand. 8 Then free from danger, and devoid of fear, My grateful tongue thy mercies shall declare; To thee continual anthems I will sing, And hail the glorious God that guards the king. Scripture: Psalm 61 Languages: English

My soul rests only on her mighty God

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXII (1756) Lyrics: 1 My soul rests only on her mighty God; From him her safety and her strength has flow'd; 2 My rock of refuge he, my sure defence; Hence, ye vain fears; ye idle terrors, hence! 3 Ye sons of mischief, with weak malice fraught, How long will ye indulge each treach'rous thought! Soon shall ye be destroy'd; ye soon shall fall, And break to pieces, like a tumbling wall. 4 Vainly you all your empty efforts try, To ruin him whom God exalts on high; Vainly you false designing friendships feign; Vain are your lies; your imprecations vain. 5 Mean while, my soul, rest on thy mighty God; From him thy safety and thy strength hath flow'd; 6 Thy rock of refuge he, thy sure defence; Hence ye vain fears; ye idle terrors hence! 8 On him, ye people, constantly rely; Pour forth your hearts, he'll not the boon deny. 9 Surely the great, the proudest potentate, And the poor wretch that mourns his abject state, 'Fore him are equal;--weigh them in the scales With vanity, and vanity prevails. 10 Trust not in wealth, by violence obtain'd; 'Twill go as fleetly, as 'twas basely gain'd; Riches flow in, but make them not your boast; Swiftly they wing away, and soon are lost. 11 Once God hath spoke, and twice I've heard him say, To him alone belongs eternal sway ; 12 And I'll avow, and speak it all abroad, Justice and mercy both belong to God. Scripture: Psalm 62 Languages: English

My God, at early dawn to thee I'll cry

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXIII (1756) Lyrics: 1 My God, at early dawn to thee I'll cry; My soul's athirst thy presence to enjoy; My weak, my languid system thee demands, As ask refreshing showers the parched lands: 2 Thy pow'r, thy radiant glory to behold, Which in thy house thou wontest to unfold. 3 For sweeter far than length of days to me, Is thy ador'd, thy blest benignity. 4 Thee will I praise, while lasts this vital frame; My grateful tongue shall eccho forth thy name. 5 Great the relief I from thy praise receive; Not choicest cates such sweet refreshment give. 6 At night I make thy tender love my song; At morn thy mercies tune my raptur'd tongue. 7 For thou support'st me ever with thy pow'r; Beneath thy shelt'ring wings I rest secure. 8 Thou art my soul's desire, my heart's best love; Thy strong right-hand upholds me, as I move: 9 While they, who seek my ruin strait shall go Down to the dismal, dreary shades below; 10 Soon shall they perish by the fatal sword, Their lifeless limbs by rav'ning wolves devour'd. 11 But the glad king, and who their God revere, Shall glory in the name by which they swear; Shall boast the mighty Lord that they adore, While fools in silence shall their guilt deplore. Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English

My foes assault me with relentless hate

Author: Thomas Cradock Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXIV (1756) Lyrics: 1 My foes assault me with relentless hate; Hear me, my God; thy favour I intreat. 2 O save me from the vile insidious snare, The secret toils they 'gainst my life prepare. 3 Their tongues are whetted like their pointed swords; More deep, than arrows, wound their bitter words: 4 That at the just in secret they may aim, And strike, secure, the heart that's free from blame. 5 They, firm in mischief, lay the private snare, And, self-encourag'd, laugh away their fear: 6 Mischief their ev'ry thought, their sole employ, Mischief they make their solace and their joy. 7 But not from thee can they their crimes conceal; They soon the arrows of thy wrath shall feel; 8 They by their own envenom'd tongues shall die With dread amaze shall they, that view it, fly, 9 The justice of an angry God shall own, And make the terrors of thy vengeance known. 10 While righteous men, well-grounded in their hope, Shall give their faithful souls their fullest scope, Still trust in thee, and glory in thy name, And hail their gracious God with loud acclaim. Scripture: Psalm 64 Languages: English

In Sion's sacred fane the joyous lay

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXV (1756) Lyrics: 1 In Sion's sacred fane the joyous lay Thy name attends; thy favour'd people pay The votive offering, Lord; the hallow'd blood Flows round thy altar in a purple flood. 2 Propitious, thou our faithful vows dost hear; To thee shall fly the sons of men in pray'r. 3 Thy punishments for sin afflict me sore; Cleanse me, my God, and they shall wound no more. 4 Blest is the man, whom thou shalt chuse a friend, And in thy sacred temple bid attend! O glorious lot! O heavenly employ! Thy sacred temple fills his soul with joy. 5 The nations tremble with a dread dismay, When thou thy righteous judgments dost display; When fall thy terrors on the impious proud, When crown thy bright rewards the humbly good. 6 Great is thy pow'r--when shatter'd by the storm, Thou bid'st the mountain on her base stand firm. 7 By winds disturb'd, thou still'st the roaring sea, And dost the tumults of the world allay. 8 Thy thunder rolls, thy rapid lightnings glare; The hearts of all are sunk in awful fear: Thy sun breaks forth, and gives to nature birth; Owns thy beneficence the quicken'd earth: 9 Thou pour'st thy waters on the thirsty soil; The fatten'd lands reward the ploughman's toil: With fruitful show'rs revived thou the fields, And the rich glebe it's golden produce yields: 10 Falls on the stubborn earth thy pearly dew; The plains in all their verdant pride we view: 11 Or on the ridgey hills, or in the vales, The glad'ning influence of thy pow'r prevails; 12 Gaily the herds along thy pastures rove; Climb the steep cliff, or range the leafy grove; Where'er they range, fair herbs and flow'rs abound; Rich affluence covers the enamel'd ground; Their God, the hills, the plains, the vallies sing, And bless the bounties of their heav'nly king. Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English

Ye scatter'd nations, sing in tuneful lays

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXVI (1756) Lyrics: 1 Ye scatter'd nations, sing in tuneful lays, In loftiest strains, your great creator's praise; 2 Sing, sing the honours of his holy name, Extol his glory, and his pow'r proclaim. 3 With reverence say, "Thou sov'reign Lord of all, "Who mad'st yon heav'ns and this terrestrial ball, "How dread thy pow'r! beneath thy conqu'ring feet "Crouch thy proud foes, and to thy rule submit: 4 "To thee the earth shall pious homage pay, "Sing to thy name, thy glorious name display." 5 Approach, and hear the wonders of our God; With his stupendous works the world he aw'd; 6 He drove the waters from their oozy bed, And on firm ground his favour'd people led; With joy they view'd their God their feet sustain; \ With joy they walk'd as on a flow'ry plain. 7 O'er all, o'er all, he holds eternal sway, His eyes the nations of the earth survey ; Hear this, ye wicked, and rebel no more, Lest you too late your wretched pride deplore. 8 Ye people, bless the great almighty Lord; By ev'ry nation be his name ador'd; 9 Our souls does he support; in him we live, From him protection in our paths receive. 10 For thou hast prov'd us, Lord; our hearts thou'st tried, As by the flame the silver's purified; Our feet hast hamper'd in th' insidious net, Our way with sore distresses hast beset. 12 The threat'ning tyrants gall'd us in their wrath; Thro' fires, thro' mad'ning floods, we' incounter'd death: Yet still thy mercy bad our sorrows cease; Again thou'st given us life, thou'st giv'n us peace. 13 Therefore I'll to thy temple suppliant go, And pay with gratitude the prcmis'd vow; 15 The bounding bullock, and the horned ram, 16 Approach, attend, who your creator fear; To me his wond'rous goodness I'll declare; 17 Gracious he heard, when prostrate I implor'd; (And be the God that hears our pray'rs, ador'd): 18 The impious souls, that not his name revere, Tho' loudly they invoke, he scorns to hear: 19 But me he heard, his mercy not denied, And gave immediate solace, when I cried: 20 Therefore, since he my sinking soul hath rais'd, His honour'd name eternally be prais'd. Scripture: Psalm 66 Languages: English

Lord, on thy people let thy mercy shine

Author: Thomas Cradock Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXVII (1756) Lyrics: 1 Lord, on thy people let thy mercy mine, To us extend thy clemency divine; 2 That to the world thy goodness may be known, That earth thy great beneficence may own; 3 That thee the realms in joyous songs adore, And hymning congregations chant thy pow'r. 4 Let ev'ry age exult with pious joy; Their tongues in praise let all mankind employ; For thou, of all the sov'reign judge, display'st Thy righteous justice, and with wisdom sway'st. 5 Praise all thy glorious name, all-pow'rful king, And in sublimest lays thy mercies sing; 6 For thou shalt glad our lands with rich increase; With corn, with oil, with wine, the plains thou'lt bless; 7 On the whole earth thy bounties thou shalt pour, And all her sons with rev'rence shall adore. Scripture: Psalm 67 Languages: English

Rise, sov'reign Lord, in all thy terrors rise

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXVIII (1756) Lyrics: 1 Rise, sov'reign Lord, in all thy terrors rise; Lo! vile impiety thy presence flies; 2 The wicked, lo! thy presence fly thro' fear, Like smoke they vanish into empty air; Thy vengeance strikes them; they with dread expire, And melt like wax dissolving in the fire. 3 Not so the righteous; fill'd with pious joy, In loud hosannas they their hours employ: 4 Sing, gracious God, thy great resistless sway, And all the wonders of thy pow'r display; How on thy heav'ns, in thy triumphal car, Thou rid'st, supported by the ambient air; 5 How o'er ungrateful man thy cares extend, The orphans father, and the widow's friend; 6 How thou, still to supply the human race, With a large issue crown'st the chaste embrace; How, when the fetter'd captives sue to thee, Benign thou hear'st, and giv'st them liberty; Dost curse the stubborn, the rebellious bands, With barren fields, with desolated lands. 7 When Israel's favour'd tribes, from bondage freed, Thro' the dry desart, gracious, thou didst lead, 8 Trembled low earth, astonish'd at thy pow'r; The heav'ns above pour'd down their watery store; E'en Sinai's top, at thy dread presence struck, E'en Sinai's tow'ring top, with terror shook. 5 Parch'd with the drought, when gape the thirsty plains, Thou pour'st in plenteous show'rs thy fruitful rains; By the glad show'rs refresh'd, the teeming earth Opens her womb, and gives her produce birth; See the rich fields with ripening herbage gay; The lofty trees their various fruits display; These blessings to thy chosen dost thou give, To that just race, that in thy precepts live. 11 When threat'ning kings pour'd forth their num'rous bands, And struck with horrid fear the trembling lands, Spoke the high God; his mandate strait obey'd The tott'ring matron, and the tim'rous maid. 12 The haughty tyrants vaunt their troops in vain; They turn, they fly, they fall, they strew the plain; The maids, the matrons, to the plunder hie, And bless the God that gives the victory; They hymn his glory in harmonious lays, And tune their harps to celebrate his praise. 13 Tho' mid the pots, in smoke, in filth, ye lie, Ye still the dove in beauty shall outvie; The dove, whose wings with pleasure you behold, With silver spread, her feathers ting'd in gold. 14 Yes; Salem, that alate in darkness lay, (Vanquish'd her pow'rful foes with dread dismay) In splendor rises, far above her hope, And shews more fair, than Salmons snowy top. 15 Let Bashan boast his head enwrapt in clouds, His spacious forests, and his spreading woods; Vainly it emulates that sacred hill, Where heav'n's all-pow'rful Lord delights to dwell; 17 E'en he, of human race the fire, the friend, Whom thousand thousand cherubims attend; Whom thousand thousand glitt'ring cars await; Whether to Sinai's height he rides in state; Whether his presence does the temple grace, To him up-rear'd by his peculiar race; 18 Whether, triumphant o'er rebellious foes, Aloft to yon bright realms above he goes: His stubborn foes in captive chains are led; His conqu'ring arm, so late despis'd, they dread; They own him now the universal king, And to his hallow'd fane their victims bring, 19 Prais'd be the mercies of our sov'reign God, Who 'as daily blessings on our lives bestow'd! 20 Our great salvation thou; in thee we breathe; 'Tis thou that giv'st, and savest us from, death; 21 Thou wound'st the rebel's head; by thee he dies; With his black blood his vital spirit flies. 22 But to thy tribes blest mercy dost thou shew; Safe thou protect'st them from the cruel foe; Thou thro' the deep again wilt clear the way, As erst thou lead'st us thro' the wond'ring sea; 23 That they their feet may dip in royal gore, And e'en their dogs their carcases devour. 24 They, who with rev'ence to thy temple go, The solemn triumphs of our God shall know; 25 Shall view the vocal choir, thy praise that sing, That tune the harp, and strike the trembling string; With raptur'd hearts shall hear the virgin-throng, With their harmonious timbrels join the song. 26 In joyous shouts the glad assemblies rise, And raise thy wond'rous glories to the skies: 27 The sons of Benjamin the concert join, The noble youths of Judah's royal line; The valiant chiefs of Zebulun are there, The chiefs of Napthali, renown'd in war: 28 Chiefs, who, with fortitude inspir'd by thee, Fought bravely, and were crown'd with victory, 29 By them subdued, the kings around attend Thy temple, and afore thy altar bend: 30 The hostile bands, that on their prowess stood, The haughty chieftains, whose delight was blood, Rebellious when they prov'd, didst thou submit, And mad'st them lay their laurels at thy feet. 31 To thee their tribute Egypt's princes pay, And distant AEthiopia owes thy sway ; 32 Thy praise the kingdoms of the earth shall sing; Yes; hail, ye nations, your eternal king, 33 In heav'n who rules, with glory bright array'd, Whose mighty voice all nature hears with dread; 34 Hail him, the God, who gives in war success; Whose watchful cares o'er Israel never cease; Who is his people's firm support and stay; Whose pow'rful strength yon low'ring clouds display; Whose prefence in his temple strikes with fear; Hail him, ye nations, and his name revere. Scripture: Psalm 68 Languages: English

Benign O hear me; save me, gracious God

Author: Thomas Cradock Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXIX (1756) Lyrics: 1 Benign O hear me; save me, gracious God; Sinks my sad soul in grief's o'erwhelming flood; 2 In the deep mire my feet unfirmly tread; The threat'ning billows compass round my head; 3 My sapless jaws are shrunk with constant cries; Deny their wonted aid my weaken'd eyes; 4 Far more in number than my countless hair, The foes that bear me ceaseless hatred, are; Each day in number still these foes increase, And on my rights with ravenous hand they seize. 5 Thou know'st, O Lord, my innocence of heart; A witness to my guileless soul thou art; 6 Let not my woes affect the good with shame, Who know I'm wretched, 'cause I love thy name. 7 For thee I've borne this mis'ry, this disgrace, For thee dishonour overspreads my face. 8 My brothers shun me, and my presence fly My mother's sons, as if an alien I. 9 With zeal I burn, to see thy hallow'd house Profan'd, to hear despis'd the solemn vows: From their vile mouths the blasphemies that fall, With bitt'rest anguish wring my tortur'd soul. 10 I weep, I fail, or feed upon my tears, While they, insulting, mock my pious cares; 11 In humbling sackcloth when my limbs are clad, A tale, a proverb, and a jest, I'm made: 12 The beggars at the gate my mis'ries flout, And I'm the sing-song of the drunken rout. 13 But tho' thro' grief I feel a strong decay, Thee still, dread father, will I make my stay; I'll on thy justice, on thy love depend, For thou art ever to the good a friend. 14 O free me, free me, from this miry clay; O chace my causeless, cruel foes away; 15 My soul, from sinking in the waters, keep; O save me from the horrors of the deep. 16 Hear me, my God; thy mercy's still the same, And in that mercy I protection claim. 17 On thee relying, I to thee have pray'd, Turn not thy face, but grant a timely aid: 18 Propitious come; redeem my sinking soul; The horrid counsels of my foes controul. 19 Thou know'st, O God, the infamy, the shame, From them I've suffer'd, 'cause I love thy name: 20 Griev'd my pain'd heart; yet none wou'd share my grief, No friend consol'd me, or wou'd give relief. 21 For food I ask'd; they mix'd with gall my meat; For drink, and aconite they 'fore me set; 22 O be their tables to themselves a snare; O turn their plans for peace to fatal war, 23 Darken their eyes, that they no longer see; Weak be their loins; their bodies languid be: 24 On them the fury of thine anger pour; Bear they thy vengeance, till they breathe no more; 25 Their homes with no inhabitant be blest, And in their tents let rav'ning bestials rest; 26 For they've insulted those who feel thy wrath; And with their taunts have wounded, worse than death; 17 Crime let them add to crime, that they mayn't know The blest effects that from thy mercy flow: 28 Their impious names let not life's volumes hold; And with the righteous be they not enroll'd. 29 But poor, afflicted, indigent am I; Raise me, O God, and set me safe on high; 30 Then I in honour of thy name will sing, And to thy glory fit the trembling string. 31 More grateful this, than if th' attoning blood Of horned victim on thy altar flow'd. 32 This shall the humble see with pious joy, And in glad praise their faithful hearts employ. 33 For hears the Lord the poor; he'll not despise His pray'r, who for his name in bondage sighs. 34 Praise him, O earth and seas and heav'ns above And all in earth, in sea, in air, that move; Sion he'll save, and Judah cities build So strong, that not to force, to time, they'll yield; 36 Her fertile lands his people shall enjoy, And leave them to their off-spring when they die; Their off-spring, who, like them, shall long possess, While him they serve, their rich domains in peace. Scripture: Psalm 69 Languages: English

To thee, in my distress, I prostrate fall

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #LXX (1756) Lyrics: 1 To thee, in my distress, I prostrate fall; Blest father, aid me, for on thee I call; 2 Let shame, let dire dishonour, them confound, Who by insidious snares my soul wou'd wound; When calls the trumpet's sprightly sound to arms, Strike thou their hearts, O God, with dread alarms; 3 That they may to their coward-terrors yield, Turn basely back, and trembling fly the field. 4 While they, who trust in thee, thy laws who love, Their grateful souls in joyous anthems prove, Thy mercies to the righteous magnify, And raise their maker's praises to the sky. 5 Poor tho' I am, tho' misery is mine; Yet have I solace in thy aid divine; My great deliverer thou; my strength, my stay; O dissipate my griefs; nor make delay. Scripture: Psalm 70 Languages: English