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The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Appears in 127 hymnals Topics: Prosperity dangerous; Prosperity dangerous First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine! 2 But, oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slippery rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain; Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22

The Cry of the Mortal

Appears in 10 hymnals Topics: Danger of Delay First Line: Lord, thro' all the generations Lyrics: 1 Lord, thro' all the generations Of the children of our race, In our fears and tribulations, Thou hast been our dwelling-place. Ere the vast and wide creation By Thy word was cased to be, Or the mountains held their station, Thou art God eternally. 2 Each succeeding generation At Thy mighty word appears; Thou dost count in time's duration One day as a thousand years. Death, with swift and sudden warning, Calls us from life's dream away, Like the grass, green in the morning, Withered ere the close of day. 3 In Thy wrath our spirits languish, Sinful 'neath Thy searching eye; All our days are passed in anguish, In Thy wrath we pine and id. Threescore years and ten we tarry, Fourscore years the strong may stay, Long the load of grief to carry, Till at last we fly away. 4 Who can weigh Thy just displeasure, Who can fear Thee as he ought? Teach us now our days to measure And to wisdom turn our thought. Lord, return, regard our sadness; with Thy servants now abide; Fill our days with joy and gladness, With Thy mercy satisfied. 5 Long the clouds of evil lower; Bless us now with gladsome days; Let Thy servants see Thy power, Let their children learn Thy praise. On us let the grace and beauty Of the Lord our God remain, Strengthen us for noble duty That our work be not in vain. Scripture: Psalm 90 Used With Tune: ARMSTRONG

Psalm 46 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 465 hymnals Topics: Preservation in public dangers First Line: God is the refuge of his saints Lyrics: God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear. Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every shore, Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And wat'ring our divine abode. That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, Secure against a threat'ning hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and armed with power. Scripture: Psalm 46

My Lord, What a Mourning

Meter: 6.8.7.7 with refrain Appears in 48 hymnals Topics: Danger of Delay First Line: You'll hear the trumpet sound Lyrics: Refrain: My Lord, what a mourning; my Lord, what a mourning; my Lord, what a mourning, When the stars begin to fall. 1 You'll hear the trumpet sound, to wake the nations underground, looking to my God's right hand, when the stars begin to fall. [Refrain] 2 You’ll hear the sinners mourn, to wake the nations underground, looking to my God’s right hand, when the stars begin to fall. [Refrain] 3 You'll hear the Christians shout, to wake the nations underground, looking to my God’s right hand, when the stars begin to fall. [Refrain] 4 You'll hear the angels sing, to wake the nations underground, looking to my God's right hand, when the stars begin to fall. [Refrain] Scripture: Matthew 24:29-30 Used With Tune: MOURNING Text Sources: Spiritual

Life is earnest

Author: Rev. Sidney Dyer (1814— ) Meter: 7 Appears in 45 hymnals Topics: Delay Danger of First Line: Time is earnest, passing by Scripture: Hebrews 3:7-16 Used With Tune: CYPRUS

O Lord, thou Judge of all the earth

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 12 hymnals Topics: Danger of Delay Lyrics: 1 O Lord, thou Judge of all the earth, To whom all vengeance doth belong, Arise and show thy glory forth, Requite the proud, condemn the wrong. 2 How long, O Lord, in boastful pride Shall wicked men triumphant stand? How long shall they afflict thy saints And scorn thy wrath, thy dreadful hand? 3 Be wise, ye fools and brutish men; Shall not he see who formed the eye? Shall not he hear who formed the ear, And judge, who reigneth, God most high? 4 The Lord will judge in righteousness, From him all truth and knowledge flow; The foolish thoughts of wicked men, How vain they are the Lord doth know. 5 That man is blest whom thou, O Lord, With chastening hand dost teach thy will, For in the day when sinners fall That man in peace abideth still. 6 Unless the Lord had been my Help, My life had quickly passed away; But when my foot had almost slipped, O Lord, thy mercy was my stay. 7 Amid the doubts that fill my mind Thy comforts, Lord, bring joy to me; Can wickedness, though throned in might, Have fellowship, O Lord, with thee? 8 The wicked, in their might arrayed, Against the righteous join their power, But to the Lord I flee for help, He is my Refuge and my Tower. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 94:8-13 Used With Tune: BELOIT Text Sources: The Psalter, 1912

Since in the LORD my Hope secure is plac'd

Appears in 1 hymnal Topics: Description of Confidence of Believers in Dangers Lyrics: 1 Since in the LORD my Hope secureis plac'd, Who is to me a Refuge ever nigh: Why say ye to my Soul, "Away, make haste! "And like a Bird to distant Mountains fly?" Behold, the Wicked hath his Bow prepar'd, And lurking doth in secret Places lie, That so th' upright in Heart may be enshar'd. 2 When once the firm Assurance fail, Which publick Faith should to the Just impart; 'Tis Time for Innocence, which can't avail, To fly in Haste from such deceitful Art; But GOD his Seat of Judgment will erect; He hates the wicked Man, and knows his Heart, And will his secret crafty Wiles detect. 3 If GOD, the Just, in whom his Soul is pleas'd, With heavy Trials often doth correct; How shall his waken'd Vengeance be appeas'd? What must the Sinful from his Wrath expect? With Fire and Brimstone shall they be distress'd, And dreadful Storms shall punish their Neglect, While righteous Men are with his Favour bless'd. Scripture: Psalm 11 Used With Tune: [Since in the Lord my Hope secure is plac'd]

The King of Saints, how fair his Face

Appears in 86 hymnals Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics: 1 The King of saints, how fair his Face, Adorn'd with Majesty and Grace! He comes with Blessings from above, And wins the Nations to his Love. 2 At his Right-hand our Eyes behold The Queen array'd in purest Gold; The World admires her heav'nly Dress, Her Robe of Joy and Righteousness. 3 He forms her Beauties like his own; He calls and seats her near his Throne; Fair Stranger, let thine Heart forget The Idols of thy native State. 4 So shall the King the more rejoice In thee the Fav'rite of his Choice; Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd, For he's thy Maker and thy Lord. 5 O happy Hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair Palace in the Skies, And all thy Sons (a num'rous Train) Each like a Prince in Glory reign! 6 Let endless Honours crown his Head; Let ev'ry Age his Praises spread; While we with chearful Songs approve The Condescensions of his Love. Scripture: Psalm 45

How many, Lord, there be

Appears in 1 hymnal Topics: Description of Confidence of Believers in Dangers Lyrics: 1 How many, Lord, there be, that strive to trouble me, My Peace of Mind destroying! And as their Numbers grow so does their Hatred too, In my Afflictions joying. They do my Soul upbraid, thought GOD himself's my Aid, Yet know they not to fear him; Insultingly they cry, let him on GOD rely, The LORD now more will hear him. 3 But thou art my Defence, my Hope and Confidence, In thee alone are placed; My glory thou shalt raise, and to thy endless Praise, My Foes shall be disgraced. When like Distress was nigh, my sad and mournful Cry, Was to the LORD addressed; And from his holy Hill, he did my Wish fulfill, And all my Wrongs redressed. 3 In thy Protection blest, secure I take my Rest, No kind of Danger fearing; When Morning gilds the Skies, refresh'd again I rise, Sweet Sleep my Spirit cheering. Not all my Foes combin'd, disturb my Peace of Mind, Their Rage shall ne'er confound me. To thee I lift my Voice, and in thy Strength rejoice, Tho' thousands should surround me. 4 Arise, O GOD, arise! Disperse those Enemies, That are my Life pursuing; Let thy Almighty Hand, their utmost Pow'r withstand, And guard me safe from Ruin. To GOD, who is my Song, Salvation doth belong; And they shall be defended; Who hat lift up on high, their supplicating Cry, And on the LORD depended. Scripture: Psalm 3 Used With Tune: [How many, Lord, there be]

Broad is the road that leads to death

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 464 hymnals Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics: Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrower path, With here and there a traveller. "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heav'nly land. The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. Lord, let not all my hopes be vain Create my heart entirely new; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28