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God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #165b (1790) Topics: Saints chastised and Sinners destroyed; Saints chastised and Sinners destroyed First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right
Against my numerous foes?
While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose.
2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustain'd my fainting head;
My life had now in silence dwelt,
My soul amongst the dead.
3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd,
Thy promise bore me up
Thy grace stood constant by my side,
And rais'd my sinking hope.
4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll,
Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul.
5 Powers of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws;
But God my refuge rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.
6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our God shall judge the proud,
And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English
God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution
God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #176 (1786) Topics: Saints chastised and Sinners destroyed; Saints chastised and Sinners destroyed First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right
Against my numerous foes?
While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose.
2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustain'd my fainting head.
My life had now in silence dwelt,
My soul amongst the dead.
3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd,
Thy promise bore me up
Thy grace stood constant by my side,
And rais'd my sinking hope.
4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll,
Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comfors cheer my soul.
5 Powers of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws;
But God my refuge rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.
6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our God shall judge the proud,
And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English
God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution
God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1787) Topics: Saints chastised and Sinners destroyed; Saints chastised and Sinners destroyed First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right
Against my numerous foes?
While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose.
2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustain'd my fainting head,
My life had now in silence dwelt,
My soul amongst the dead.
3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd,
Thy promise bore me up
Thy grace stood constant by my side,
And rais'd my sinking hope.
4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll,
Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul.
5 Powers of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws;
But God my refuge rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.
6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our God shall judge the proud,
And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English
God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution
Great Ruler of all nature's frame
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns and Psalms for Social and Private Worship (6th ed.) #231 (1827) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God's Chastisements not vindictive; His Providence Benignant in its chastisements Languages: English
Great Ruler of all nature's frame
O Lord, Make Haste to Hear My Cry
Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Red) #308 (1934) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Chastisements Lyrics: 1 O Lord, make haste to hear my cry,
To Thee I call, on Thee rely;
Incline to me a gracious ear,
And, when I call, in mercy hear.
2 When in the morning unto Thee
I lift my voice and bring my plea,
Then let my prayer as incense rise
To God enthroned above the skies.
3 When unto Thee I look and pray
With lifted hands at close of day,
Then as the evening sacrifice
Let my request accepted rise.
4 Guard Thou my thoughts, I Thee implore,
And of my lips O keep Thou the door;
Nor leave my sinful heart to stray
Where evil footsteps lead the way.
5 O righteous God, Thy chastisement,
Though sent through foes, in love is sent;
Though grievous, it will profit me,
A healing ointment it shall be.
6 While wickedness my foes devise,
To Thee my constant prayer shall rise;
When their injustice is o'erthrown
Mu gentleness shall still be shown.
7 Brought nigh to death and sore distressed,
O Lord, my God, in Thee I rest;
Forsake me not, I look to Thee,
Let me Thy great salvation see.
8 Themselves entangled in their snare,
Their own defeat my foes prepare;
O keep me, Lord, nor let me fall,
Protect and lead me safe through all. Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English Tune Title: QUEBEC (HESPERUS)
O Lord, Make Haste to Hear My Cry
Who will arise and plead my right
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #362 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Saints chastised, and sinners destroyed; Sinner destroyed and saints chastised Lyrics:
Who will arise and plead my right
Against my num'rous foes,
While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose?
Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustained my fainting head,
My life had now in silence dwelt,
My soul amongst the dead.
"Alas! my sliding feet!" I cried;
Thy promise was my prop;
Thy grace stood constant by my side,
Thy Spirit bore me up.
While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll,
Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul.
Powers of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws;
But God my refuge rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.
Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our God shall judge the proud
And cut the sinners off.
Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English
Who will arise and plead my right
Look on him whom they pierced and mourn
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCXXVIII (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ Chastised for us First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe Lyrics: 1 Infinite grief, amazing woe,
Behold my bleeding Lord;
Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,
And us'd the Roman sword.
2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain
My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips, and ragged thorns
His sacred body tore.
3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns
In vain do I accuse;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spiteful Jews.
4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were;
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.
5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down
Upon his guiltless head;
Break, break, my heart, oh, burst, mine eyes,
And let my sorrows bleed.
6 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul,
Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe. Languages: English
Look on him whom they pierced and mourn
Look on him whom they pierced and mourn
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCXXVIII (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christ Chastised for us First Line: Infinite grief, amazing woe Lyrics: 1 Infinite grief, amazing woe,
Behold my bleeding Lord;
Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,
And us'd the Roman sword.
2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain
My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips, and ragged thorns
His sacred body tore.
3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns
In vain do I accuse;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spiteful Jews.
4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were;
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.
5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down
Upon his guiltless head;
Break, break, my heart, oh, burst, mine eyes,
And let my sorrows bleed.
6 Strike, mighty grace, my stubborn soul,
Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe. Languages: English
Look on him whom they pierced and mourn
Lord, Rebuke Me Not in Anger
Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Red) #10 (1934) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Chastisements Lyrics: 1 Lord, rebuke me not in anger;
Chastened sore I waste away;
Pity my distress and hear me;
Lord, how long wilt Thou delay?
2 Come, O Lord, my soul deliver,
In Thy loving-kindness save.
Shall the dead Thy Name remember?
Who shall praise Thee in the grave?
3 Pity, Lord, my sad condition;
I am weary and distressed.
Many adversaries vex me;
Weeping, I can find no rest.
4 Now the foes that seek to harm me,
Quickly put to shame, shall flee,
For the Lord hath heard my weeping,
And He will regard my plea. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English Tune Title: ZENO
Lord, Rebuke Me Not in Anger
O Lord, by Thee Delivered
Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Red) #57 (1934) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Chastisements Lyrics: 1 O Lord, by Thee delivered,
I Thee with songs extol;
My foes Thou hast not suffered
To glory o'er my fall.
O Lord, my God, I sought Thee,
And Thou didst heal and save;
Thou, Lord, from death didst ransom,
And keep me from the grave.
2 His holy Name remember,
Ye saints, Jehovah praise;
His anger lasts a moment,
His favor all our days;
For sorrow, like a pilgrim,
May tarry for a night,
But joy the heart will gladden
When dawns the morning light.
3 In prosperous days I boasted,
Unmoved I shall remain,
For, Lord, by Thy good favor
My cause Thou didst maintain;
I soon was sorely troubled,
For Thou didst hide Thy face;
I cried to Thee, Jehovah,
I sought Jehovah's grace.
4 What profit if I perish,
If life Thou dost not spare?
Shall dust repeat Thy praises,
Shall it Thy truth declare?
O Lord, on me have mercy,
And my petition hear;
That Thou mayst be my Helper,
In mercy, Lord, appear.
5 My grief is turned to gladness,
To Thee my thanks I raise,
Who hast removed my sorrow
And girded me with praise;
And now, no longer silent,
My heart Thy praise will sing;
O Lord, my God, for ever
My thanks to Thee I bring.
Scripture: Psalm 30 Languages: English Tune Title: CRUCIFIX
O Lord, by Thee Delivered
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