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The God of gods, the Lord

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #Lb (1790) Lyrics: 1 The God of gods, the Lord hath call'd the earth by name, From whence the sun doth rise unto the setting of the same. 2 From Sion his fair place, his glory bright and clear, The perfect beauty of his grace, from thence it did appear. 3 Our God shall come in haste, to speak aloud, no doubt; Before him shall the fire waste, and tempest round about. 4 The heavens which are so high, the earth below likewise, He will call forth, to judge and try the people that are his: 5 Bring forth my saints, saith he, my faithful flock most dear, Who are in band and league with me my law to love and fear. 6 And when these things are try'd then shall the heav'ns record, That God is just, and all must 'bide the judgement of the Lord. 7 My people, now give heed, Israel to thee I cry; I am thy God, thy help at need, thou can'st it not deny. 8 I do not say to thee, Thy sacrifice is slack; Thou offer'st daily unto me much more than I do lack. 9 Think'st thou that I do need thy cattle young or old?. Or else so much desire to feed on goats out of thy fold? 10 Nay, all the beasts are mine, in woods that eat their fills And thousand more of neat and kine that run wild on the hills: The Second Part, 11 The birds that build on high, on hills and out of sight, And beasts, that in the fields do lie, are subject to my might. 12 Then tho' I hunger'd sore, what need I ought of thine? Since that the earth with her great store, and all therein is mine: 13 To bulls flesh have I mind to eat it, dost thou think? Or such a sweetness do I find the blood of goats to drink? 14 Give to the Lord his praise, with thanks to him apply, And see thou pay thy vows always unto the God most high. 15 Then seek and call to me when ought would work thee blame, And I will sure deliver thee, that thou may'st praise my name. 16 But to the wicked train, who talk of God each day, And yet their works are foul and vain, to them the Lord will say; 17 With what face darest thou my word once speak or name? Why do thy words my law allow, thy deeds deny the same? 18 Whereas for to amend thy life thou art so slack, My word, the which thou dost pretend, is cast behind thy back. The Third Part. 19 When thou a thief dost see by theft to live in wealth, With him thou run'st, and dost agree likewise to thrive by stealth: 20 When thou dost them behold that wives and maids defile, Thou lik'st it well, and waxest bold to use that life most vile: 21 Thy lips thou dost apply to slander and defame; Thy tongue doth teach to cheat and lie, and still dotli use the same: 22 Thou study'st to revile thy friends to thee most near, With slander basely dost defile thy mother's son most dear. 23 Hereat while I do wink, as tho' I did not see, Thou go'st on still, and so dost think, that I am like to thee. 24 But sure I will not let to strike when I begin; Thy faults in order I will set, And open all thy sin. 25 Mark this, I you require who have not God in mind, Lest when I plague you in mine ire your help be far to find, 26 He that doth give to me the sacrifice of praise, Doth please me well, and he shall see to walk in godly ways. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

O Lord consider my distress

Author: W. W. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LIa (1790) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, consider my distress, and now with speed some pity take, My sins forgive, my faults redress, good Lord, for thy great mercy's sake. 2 Wash me, O Lord, and make me clean from this unjust mad sinful act, And purify me once again from this foul crime and bloody fact. 3 Remorse and sorrow do constrain me to acknowledge my excess, Because my sin doth still remain before my face without release. 4 Against thee only have I sinn'd and done this evil in thy sight; And if I should no mercy find, yet were thy judgments just and right, 5 It is too manifest, alas! that first I was conceiv'd in sin; Yea, of my mother so born was, and yet, vile wretch, remain therein. 6 Also, behold, Lord, thou dost love the inward truth of a pure heart; Therefore thy wisdom from above thou hast reveal'd me to convert, 7 If thou with hyssop purge this blot, I shall be cleaner than the glass; And if thou wash away my spot, the snow in whiteness I shall pass. 8 Therefore, O Lord, such joy me send, that I may praise thee with my voice, And that my strength may now amend, and broken bones also rejoice: 9 Turn back thy face and frowning ire, for I have felt enough thine hand, And purge my sins, I thee desire, which do in number pass the sand; 10 Make new my heart within my breast, and frame it to thy holy will, And let thy spirit in me rest, Which may my soul with comfort fill The Second Part. 11 Cast me not, Lord, out from thy sight, but speedily my torments end; Take not from me thy holy Spirt, which may from dangers me defend, 12 Restore me to those joys again, which I was wont in thee to find; Let me thy free spirit retain, which unto thee may draw my mind. 13 Thus, when I shall thy mercies know, I shall instruct others therein; And men that are likewise brought low by my example shall flee sin. 14 O God, that of my health art Lord, forgive me this my bloody vice; My heart and tongue shall then accord to sing thy mercy and justice. 15 Touch thou my lips, my tongue untie, O Lord, I do thee humbly pray; And then my mouth shall testify thy praise and wondrous works alway. 16 And as for outward sacrifice, I would have offer'd many one; But thou esteem'st them of no price, and therein pleasure takest none. 17 The heavy heart, the mind opprest, O Lord, thou never dost reject; This sacrifice indeed is blest and that thou chiefly dost expect. 18 Lord, unto Sion turn thy face, pour out thy mercies on thy hill, And on Jerusalem thy grace, build up the wall, and love it still. 19 Thou shalt accept then our off'rings of peace and righteousness alway; Yea, calves and many other things upon thy altar we will lay. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Have mercy on me, Lord, after

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LIb (1790) Lyrics: 1 Have mercy on me, Lord, after thy great abounding grace. After thy mercies multitude do thou my sin efface; 2 Yea, wash me clean from my offence and my iniquity; For I do own my faults, and still my sin is in mine eye. 3 Against thee, thee alone, I have offended in this case, And evil have I done before the presence of thy face; 4 That in the things that thou hast done upright thou may'st appear, And when thou judgest, all may see, that thou art very clear. 5 In wickedness I formed was, when I began to be; My mother at the very first in sin conceived me: 6 But lo! truth in the inward parts is pleasant unto thee, And secrets of thy wisdom thou revealed hast to me. 7 With hyssop, Lord, besprinkle me. I shall be cleansed so; Yea, wash thou me, and then I shall be whiter than the snow. 8 Of joy and gladness make thou me to hear the pleasant voice, That so the bones which thou, O Lord, hast broken may rejoice. 9 From the beholding of my sins, Lord, turn away thy face, And all my deeds of wickedness do utterly efface. 10 O God, create in me a heart unspotted in thy sight; Within my bowels, Lord, renew a firm and stable sp'rit. 11 Cast me not from thy sight, nor take thy spirit quite away; The comfort of thy saving health give me again, I pray. 12 With thy free spirit me support, then shall transgressors be, By my instruction and advice converted unto thee. The Second Part. 13 O God, that art God of my health, from blood deliver me, That praises of thy righteousness My tongue may sing to thee: 14 My lips, that yet fast closed be, do thou, O Lord, unloose; The praises of thy Majesty my mouth shall then disclose. 15 I would have offer'd sacrifice, if that had pleased thee; But pleased with burnt-offerings I know thou wilt not be: 16 A spirit griev'd is sacrifice delightful in thine eyes; A broken and a contrite heart, Lord, thou wilt not despise. 17 In thy good will deal gently, Lord, with Sion, and withal Grant that of thy Jerusalem uprear'd may be the wall: 18 Burnt-offerings, gifts, and sacrifice of justice in that day, Thou shalt accept, and calves they shall upon thy altar lay. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Why dost thou, tyrant, boast abroad

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LII (1790) Lyrics: 1 Why dost thou, tyrant, boast abroad thy wicked works to praise? Dost thou not know there is a God, whose mercies last always? 2 Why doth thy mind yet still devise such wicked wiles to harp? Thy tongue untrue in forging lies is like a razor sharp. 3 On mischief why sett'st thou thy mind, and wilt not walk upright? Thou lovest more false tales to find, than bring the truth to light. 4 Thou dost delight in fraud and guile, In mischief, blood and wrong; Thy lips have learnt the flatt'ring style, O false deceitful tongue! 5 Therefore the Lord shall thee confound, and pluck thee from thy place, Thy seed root out from off the ground, and utterly deface. 6 The just, when they behold thy fall, with fear will praise the Lord, And in reproach of thee withal cry but with one accord; 7 Behold the man that did refuse the Lord for his defence, But in his riches great did place his trust and confidence. 8 But I, as olive fresh and green shall spring and spread abroad, Because my trust all times hath been upon the living God. 9 For this therefore will I give praise to thee with heart and voice, I will advance thy Name always, wherein thy saints rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 52 Languages: English

The foolish man within his heart

Author: T. S. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LIII (1790) Lyrics: 1 The foolish man within his heart blasphemously, hath said, There is not any God at all, why should we be afraid? 2 They are corrupt, and they also a heinous work have wrought, Among them all there is not one of good that worketh ought. 3 The Lord look'd down from heav'n upon the sons of men below, To see if any were that sought the living God to know; 4 Out of the way they all are gone, they all corrupted are, There is not any that doth good, not one for God doth care. 5 Do not all wicked workers know, that they do feed upon My people as they feed on bread? The Lord they call not on. 6 Ev'n there they were afraid, and stood with trembling all dismay'd. When as there was no cause at all why they should he afraid; 7 For God his bones that thee besieg'd hath scatter'd all abroad, He hath confounded them, for they rejected are of God. 8 O Lord, give to thy people health, and thou, O Lord, fulfill Thy promise made to Israel from out of Sion hill. 9 When God his people shall restore, that once were captive led, Then Jacob shall rejoice therein, and Israel be glad. Scripture: Psalm 53 Languages: English

God, save me for thy holy Name

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LIV (1790) Lyrics: 1 God, save me for thy holy Name, and for thy goodness sake; Unto the strength, Lord, of the same I do my cause betake. 2 Regard, O Lord, and give an ear to me, when I do pray; Bow down thyself to me, and hear the words, that I do say: 3 For strangers up against me rise, and tyrants vex me still, Who have not God before their eyes, that seek my soul to spill. 4 But lo, my God doth give me aid, the Lord is nigh at hand; With them by whom my soul is stay'd the Lord doth ever stand. 5 With plagues repay again all those, for me that lie in wait, And in thy truth destroy my foes with their own snare and bait. 6 An off'ring of free heart and will then I to thee shall make, And praise thy Name, for therein still great comfort I do take. 7 Thou, Lord, at length hast set me free from them that craft conspire, And now my eye with joy doth see on them my heart's desire. Scripture: Psalm 54 Languages: English

Send aid, and save me from my foes

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LIX (1790) Lyrics: 1 Send aid, and save me from my foes, O Lord, I pray to thee; Defend and keep me from all those, that rise and strive with me. 2 O Lord, preserve me from those men, Whose doings are not good, And set me sure and safe from them, that thirst still after blood. 3 For lo, they wait my soul to take, they rage against me still; Yea, for no fault that I did make, I never did them ill: 4 They run and do themselves prepare, when I no whit offend; Arise, and save me from their snare, and see what they intend. 5 Arise, O God of Israel, smite ev'ry heathen land; And pity none that do rebel, and in their mischief stand. 6 At night they run and seek about, like dogs they howl also, And all the city quite throughout from place to place they go: 7 They speak of me with mouth alway, but in their lips are swords; They have contriv'd my death, and say, There's no one hears our words. 8 But Lord, thou hast their ways espy'd, and thou shalt them disgrace; The heathen folk thou dost deride, and mock them to their face. 9 The strength that doth our foes withstand, O Lord, doth come from thee; Thou art, O God, my help at hand, a fort and fence to me. 10 The Lord to me doth show his grace in great abundance still, That I may see my foes in case such as my heart doth will. The Second Part. 11 Destroy them not at once, O Lord, lest it from mind do fall; But with thy strength drive them abroad, and so consume them all. 12 For their ill words and lying tongue confound them in their pride, Their wicked oaths with lies and wrong let all the world deride. 13 That men may know thro'out the world that Jacob's God doth reign. Consume them in thy wrath, O Lord, that nought of them remain; 14 At ev'ning they return apace, as dogs they grin and cry; Throughout the streets in ev'ry place they run about and spy: 15 They seek about for meat alway, but let them not be fed, Nor find a house wherein they may be bold to put their head. 16 But I will shew thy strength abroad, thy goodness I will praise; For thou art my defence and God in time of need always. 17 Thou art my strength, thou hast me stay'd, O Lord, I sing to thee; Thou art my fort, my fence, and aid, a loving God to me. Scripture: Psalm 59 Languages: English

O God, give ear, and speedily

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LV (1790) Lyrics: 1 O God, give ear, and speedily hear me, when I do pray, And when to thee I call and cry, hide not thyself away: 2 Take heed to me, grant my request, and answer me again; With grief I pray, full sore opprest, sorrow doth me constrain. 3 Because my foes with threats and cries oppress me thro' despite, And so the wicked sort likewise to vex me take delight. 4 For they in council do conspire to charge me with some ill, And in their hasty wrath and ire they do pursue me still. 5 My heart doth faint for want of breath, it panteth in my breast; With terror and the dread of death my soul is much opprest: 6 Such dreadful fear on me doth fall, that I therewith do quake; Such horror overwhelmeth me, that I no shift can make. 7 Oh that I had wings like a dove! then would I swiftly flee Away from hence unto a place where I at rest should be: 8 Lo, then I would go far away, to fly I would not cease, And I would hide myself, and stay in some great wilderness; 9 I would be gone with speed and haste, and not abide behind, Till I had safely over-past these blasts of boist'rous wind. 10 Divide them, Lord, and from them pull their false and double tongue; For I have spy'd their city full of rapine, strife, and wrong. 11 Both day and night they go about within the city wall, In midst of her is mischief wrought, and sorrow great withal: 12 Her inward parts are wicked plain, her deeds they are most vile, And in her streets there doth remain nothing but fraud and guile, The Second Part. 13 If that my foes did seek my shame, I might it well abide, Because from all their check and blame somewhere I could me hide: 15 But thou it was, my fellow dear, who friendship didst pretend, And didst my secret counsel hear as a familiar friend; 15 With whom I had delight to talk in secret and abroad; And we together oft did walk unto the house of God. 16 Let death in haste upon them fall, and send them quick to hell; For mischief doth abide in all the places, where they dwell. 17 But I unto my God will cry, to him for aid I flee; The Lord will help me speedily, and he will succour me. 18 At morning, noon, and ev'ning-tide, unto the Lord I pray; When I so constantly have cry'd, he did not say me nay. 19 To peace he shall restore me yet, tho' war be now at hand, Altho' the number be full great that do against me stand. 20 The Lord that first and last doth reign, both now and evermore, Will hear, when I to him complain, and punish them full sore. 21 For sure there is no hope that they to turn will once accord; For why? they will not God obey, nor fear the living Lord 22 Upon their friends they laid their hands, who were in cov'nant knit; Of friendship to neglect the bands they do not care one whit. 23 While they have war within their hearts as butter are their words; And tho' they were as soft as oil, they cut as sharp as swords. 25 Cast thou thy care upon the Lord, and he shall nourish thee; For in no wise will he accord the just in thrall to see. 25 But God shall cast them deep in pit who thirst for blood always; He will no guileful man permit to live out half his days. 26 Tho' such be quite destroy'd and gone, on him is all my stay; I will depend his grace upon with all my heart alway. Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English

Have mercy, Lord, on me, I pray

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LVI (1790) Lyrics: 1 Have mercy, Lord, on me, I pray, for man would me devour; He fighteth with me day by day, and troubleth me each hour: 2 My foes do daily enterprize to swallow me outright; To fight against me many rise, O thou most high of might. 3 When they would make me sore afraid with boasts and brags of pride, I trust in thee alone for aid, by thee 1 will abide. 4 God's promise I do mind and praise, O Lord, I stick to thee; I do not care at all essays what flesh can do to me. 5 What things I either did or spake, they wrest them at their will, And all the counsel that they take is how to work me ill: 6 They all consent themselves to hide, close watch for me to lay; They spy my paths, and snares have ty'd to take my life away. 7 Shall they escape, on mischief set? thou, God, on them wilt frown; For in thy wrath thou dost not let to throw whole kingdoms down. 8 Thou seest how oft they made me flee, and on my tears dost look; Reserve them in a glass by thee, and write them in thy book. 9 When I do call upon thy Name, my foes away do start; I well perceive it by the same that God doth take my part. 10 I glory in the word of God, to praise it I accord, With joy I will declare abroad the promise of the Lord. 11 I trust in God the Lord, and say, as I before began, The Lord he is my help and stay, I do not care for man. 12 I will perform with heart most free my vows to God always, And I, O Lord, all times to thee will offer thanks and praise. 13 My soul from death thou dost defend and keep'st my feet upright; That I before thee may ascend with such as live in light. Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English

Take pity for thy promise sake

Author: J. H. Hymnal: WBOP1790 #LVII (1790) Lyrics: 1 Take pity for thy promise sake, have mercy, Lord, on me, Because my soul doth her betake unto the help of thee: 2 Within the shadow of thy wings I set myself full fast, Till mischief, malice, and like things be gone and over-past. 3 I call unto the God most high, to whom I stick and stand, I mean the God that will stand by the cause I have in hand. 4 For he from heav'n hath sent his aid to save me from their spite, That to devour me have assay'd, ev'n mercy, truth, and might. 5 I lead my life with lions fell, all set on wrath and ire; And with such wicked men I dwell, who fret like flames of fire; 6 Their teeth are spears and arrows long, as sharp as I have seen, They wound and cut with their quick tongue, like swords and weapons keen. 7 Set up, and shew thyself, O God, above the heav'ns most bright, Exalt thy praise on earth abroad, thy majesty and might. 8 They had their net, and did prepare a privy cave and pit, Wherein they thought my soul to snare, but are fall'n into it. 9 My heart is set to praise the Lord, in him to joy always; My heart doth ever well accord to sing his laud and praise. 10 Awake, my joy, awake, I say, my lute, my harp, and string; And I myself before the day will rise, rejoice, and sing: 11 Among the people I will tell the goodness of my God, And shew his praise that doth excel in heathen lands abroad. 12 His mercy doth extend as far as heavens all are high, His truth as high as any star that shineth in the sky. 13 Set forth and shew thyself, O God, above the heav'ns most bright, Exalt thyself on each abroad, thy majesty and might. Scripture: Psalm 57 Languages: English