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The Church's Desolation

Hymnal: Bible Songs #92 (1901) Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Prayer Complaint in First Line: No trust will I place in my bow Scripture: Psalm 44:4-9 Languages: English Tune Title: [No trust will I place in my bow]
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Penitential Grief and Supplication

Hymnal: The Psalter #102 (1912) Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Prayer Complaint in First Line: In Thy wrath and hot displeasure Lyrics: 1 In Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. 2 Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thy indignation, I am troubled by my sin. 3 With my burden of transgression Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. 4 Weak and wounded, I implore Thee; Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. 5 Darkness gathers, foes assail me, But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. SYLVESTER
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The Frailty of Life

Hymnal: The Psalter #104 (1912) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Prayer Complaint in First Line: With firm resolve I held my peace Lyrics: 1 With firm resolve I held my peace And spake not either bad or good, Lest I should utter sinful thoughts While wicked men before me stood. 2 While I was dumb my grief was stirred, My heart grew hot with thought suppressed; The while I mused the fire increased, Then to the Lord I made request. 3 Make me, O Lord, to know my end, Teach me the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am And turn from pride and sinful ways. 4 My time is nothing in Thy sight, Behold, my days are but a span; yea, truly at his best estate, A breath, a fleeting breath, is man. 5 Man's life is passed in vain desire If troubled years be spent for gain; He knows not whose his wealth shall be, And all his toil is but in vain. 6 And now, O Lord, what wait I for? I have no nope except in Thee; Let not ungodly men reproach, From all transgression set me free. 7 Because Thou didst it I was dumb, I spoke no word of rash complaint; Remove Thy stroke away from me, Beneath Thy chastisement I faint. 8 When Thou for his iniquity Rebukest and correctest man, His beauty is consumed away, How weak his strength, how vain his plan. 9 Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry, I weep, be Thou my comforter; I am a stranger here below, A pilgrim as my fathers were. 10 O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath, Deal gently with me, I implore, That I may yet recover strength Ere I go hence and be no more. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English Tune Title: BERA
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The Martyr Church

Hymnal: The Psalter #122 (1912) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Prayer Complaint in First Line: Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brough our boasts Lyrics: 1 Thou, Lord, hast forsaken, to shame brought our boasts; No more to the field dost Thou go with out hosts; Thou turnest us back from the foe in dismay, And spoilers who hate us have made us their prey. 2 Like sheep to the slaughter Thy people are giv'n, Dispersed through the nations afar we are driv'n; Thou sellest Thy people to strangers for naught, Their price to Thy treasure no increase has brought. 3 Thou makest our neighbors reproach us in pride, And those that are near us to scoff and deride; A byword the nations have made of our name, With scorn and derision they put us to shame. 4 Yea, all the day long I behold my disgrace, And covered am I with confusion of face; The voice of blasphemers and scoffers I hear, The foe and avenger against me appear. 5 All this have we suffered,and never forgot To serve Thee, Jehovah, nor falsely have wrought; Our heart is not turned and our steps have not strayed, Tho' crushed amid ruins and under death's shade. Scripture: Psalm 44 Languages: English Tune Title: GOOD SHEPHERD
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The Church's Appeal in Tribulation

Hymnal: Bible Songs #162 (1901) Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Prayer Complaint in First Line: O God, the heathen hosts Scripture: Psalm 79 Languages: English Tune Title: [O God, the heathen hosts]
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Sorrow's resort

Hymnal: Bible Songs #176 (1901) Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Prayer Complaint in First Line: O Thou God of my salvation Scripture: Psalm 88 Languages: English Tune Title: [O Thou God of my salvation]
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A prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #176 (1786) Topics: Complaint general; Complaint general First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
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A Prayer of the afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1790) Topics: Complaint general; Complaint general First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace, To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in dispair. 3 My spirits flag like withering grass Burnt with excessive heat: In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top, The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; Where the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as evening-shadows are, That vanish into night. 10 But thou forever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay, Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:20-21 Languages: English
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Prayer heard, and Zion restored

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #177 (1786) Topics: Complaint general; Complaint general First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour: Her Gos hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes: He hears the dying prisoners' groan, And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath "Was ever spent in vain." 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
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Prayer heard, and Zion restored

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #177 (1790) Topics: Complaint general; Complaint general First Line: Let Zion, and her sons rejoice Lyrics: 1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promis'd hour: Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. 2 Her dust and ruins that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. 4 He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes: He hears the dying prisoners groan, And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath "Was ever spent in vain." 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English
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