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Psalm 37 Part 3
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.88 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: My God, the steps of pious men Lyrics:
My God, the steps of pious men
Are ordered by thy will;
Though they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hand supports them still.
The Lord delights to see their ways,
Their virtue he approves;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,
Nor leave the men he loves.
The heav'nly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home;
He feeds them now, and makes them heirs
Of blessings long to come.
Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,
Nor fear when tyrants frown;
Ye shall confess their pride was vain,
When justice casts them down.
The haughty sinner have I seen,
Nor fearing man nor God,
Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad.
And lo! he vanished from the ground,
Destroyed by hands unseen;
Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found
Where all that pride had been.
But mark the man of righteousness,
His several steps attend;
True pleasure runs through all his ways,
And peaceful is his end.
Scripture: Psalm 37:23-37 Languages: English
Psalm 37 Part 3
Psalm 44
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.99 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics:
Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n;
Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruised us sore
Hard by the gates of death.
We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause,
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.
Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhorred
Or banished from thy face?
Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.
Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Savior and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.
Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
Psalm 44
Psalm 56
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.126 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: O Thou whose justice reigns on high Lyrics:
O Thou whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th' oppressor cease,
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.
The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord;
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.
In God most holy, just, and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.
They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.
Shall they escape without thy frown?
Must their devices stand?
O cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand.
God counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.
When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;
So swift is prayer to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.
In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.
Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word,
How righteous all thy ways!"
Thou hast secured my soul from death,
O set thy pris'ner free!
That heart and hand, and life and breath,
May be employ'd for thee.
Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English
Psalm 56
Psalm 74
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.161 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: Will God for ever cast us off? Lyrics:
Will God for ever cast us off?
His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?
Think of the tribes so dearly bought
With their Redeemer's blood;
Nor let thy Zion be forgot,
Where once thy glory stood.
Lift up thy feet and march in haste,
Aloud our ruin calls;
See what a wide and fearful waste
Is made within thy walls.
Where once thy churches prayed and sang,
Thy foes profanely roar;
Over thy gates their ensigns hang,
Sad tokens of their power.
How are the seats of worship broke!
They tear the buildings down,
And he that deals the heaviest stroke
Procures the chief renown.
With flames they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest;
"Come, let us burn at once," they cry,
"The temple and the priest."
And still, to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn;
Thy wonted signs of power and grace,
Thy power and grace are gone.
No prophet speaks to calm our woes,
But all the seers mourn;
There's not a soul amongst us knows
The time of thy return.
How long, eternal God, how long
Shall men of pride blaspheme?
Shall saints be made their endless song,
And bear immortal shame?
Canst thou for ever sit and hear
Thine holy name profaned?
And still thy jealousy forbear,
And still withhold thine hand?
What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown
In ages long before!
And now no other God we own,
No other God adore.
Thou didst divide the raging sea
By thy resistless might,
To make thy tribes a wondrous way,
And then secure their flight.
Is not the world of nature thine,
The darkness and the day?
Didst thou not bid the morning shine,
And mark the sun his way?
Hath not thy power formed every coast,
And set the earth its bounds,
With summer's heat, and winter's frost,
In their perpetual rounds?
And shall the sons of earth and dust
That sacred power blaspheme?
Will not thy hand that formed them first
Avenge thine injured name?
Think oh the cov'nant thou hast made,
And all thy words of love;
Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove.
Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest;
Plead thy own cause, Almighty God,
And give thy children rest.
Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English
Psalm 74
Psalm 80
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.170 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: Great Shepherd of thine Israel Lyrics:
Great Shepherd of thine Israel,
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep;
Thy church is in the desert now,
Shine from on high and guide us through;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be saved and sigh no more.
Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
How long shall we lament and pray,
And wait in vain thy kind return?
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
Instead of wine and cheerful bread
Thy saints with their own tears are fed:
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be saved, and sigh no more.
Hast thou not planted with thy hands
A lovely vine in heathen lands?
Did not thy power defend it round,
And heav'nly dews enrich the ground?
How did the spreading branches shoot,
And bless the nations with the fruit!
But now, dear Lord, look down and see
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.
Why is its beauty thus defaced?
Why hast thou laid her fences waste?
Strangers and foes against her join,
And every beast devours the vine.
Return, Almighty God, return,
Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be saved, and sigh no more.
Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew,
Thou wast its strength and glory too;
Attacked in vain by all its foes,
Till the fair Branch of Promise rose:
Fair Branch, ordained of old to shoot
From David's stock, from Jacob's root;
Himself a noble vine, and we
The lesser branches of the tree.
'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand
Girt with thy strength at thy right hand;
Thy first-born Son, adorned and blest
With power and grace above the rest.
O for his sake attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches lest they die;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be saved, and sigh no more.
Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English
Psalm 80
Psalm 83
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.173 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: And will the God of grace Lyrics:
And will the God of grace
Perpetual silence keep?
The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?
Behold, what cursed snares
The men of mischief spread!
The men that hate thy saints and thee
Lift up their threat'ning head.
Against thy hidden ones
Their counsels they employ,
And malice, with her watchful eye,
Pursues them to destroy.
The noble and the base
Into thy pastures leap;
The lion and the stupid ass
Conspire to vex thy sheep.
"Come, let us join," they cry,
"To root them from the ground,
Till not the name of saints remain,
Nor mem'ry shall be found."
Awake, Almighty God,
And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them like forests to the fire,
Or stubble to the wind.
Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy name;
Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame.
Then shall the nations know
That glorious, dreadful word,
Jehovah is thy name alone,
And thou the sovereign Lord.
Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English
Psalm 83
Psalm 130
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.298 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Despair deliverance from it; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Guilt of conscience relieved; Justification free; Distress relieved; Faith in Divine grace and power; Patience in darkness; Backsliding soul pardoned; Waiting for answer to prayer; Comfort and pardon; Grace pardoning; Pardon plentiful with God First Line: Out of the deeps of long distress Lyrics:
Out of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand.
But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.
[I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.]
[Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes;
So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]
[Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust,
Let Isr'el seek his face;
The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.
There's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslaved;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Isr'el shall be saved.]
Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English
Psalm 130
Psalm 130
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.299 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Despair deliverance from it; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Guilt of conscience relieved; Justification free; Distress relieved; Faith in Divine grace and power; Patience in darkness; Backsliding soul pardoned; Waiting for answer to prayer; Comfort and pardon; Grace pardoning; Pardon plentiful with God First Line: From deep distress and troubled thoughts Lyrics:
From deep distress and troubled thoughts
To thee, my God, I raised my cries;
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
But thou hast built thy throne of grace
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love, as well as fear.
As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long, and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?
My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.
Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English
Psalm 130
Jesus, som min själ har kär
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Lutherförbundets Sångbok #S40 (1913) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Bön; Prayer; Sinnesändring och Tro; Conversion and Faith Lyrics: 1 Jesus, som min själ har kär,
Till ditt sk¨te låt mig fly!
Högt gå hafvets vågot här,
Hotande är stormens guy.
Göm mig, Jesus, i di famn,
Storm och vågor tystna hjud,
För min själ till fridens hamn,
Där hon salig skådar Gud!
2 Annan tillflykt jag ej har,
Själen håller fast vid dig.
Lämna mig ej ensam kvar,
Skydda och hugsvala mig!
Blott på dig förtröstar jag,
Åt mig, arme, handen räck!
Var mitt värn för hvarje dag,
Med din vinge mig betäck!
3 Allt hvad mig af nöden är,
Jesus, sinner jag hos dig.
Fallna själar hjälp beskär,
Led de blinda ljusets stig!
Helig är du, Jesus god,
Syndfull inför dig jag står,
Men uti ditt helga blod
Rening, lif och kraft jag får.
4 Nåd omätlig du mig ger,
Nåden all min syd betäckt,
Nåd jag öfverflöda ser,
Nog för fallen mänskosläkt,
Du, som lifvets källa var,
Är och blir till evig tid,
Lif i dig mitt hjärta har,
Evig salighet och frid.
Languages: Swedish Tune Title: MARTYN
Jesus, som min själ har kär
God Our Guardian
Hymnal: The Psalter #5 (1912) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions Deliverance from; Aspirations For Peace and Rest; Blessedness Of Those Chosen of God; Blessedness Of Those Fearing God; Christ Providences of; Christians Conscious of Safety; Christians Persecuted and Sorrowing; Comfort in Trials; Divine Election; Enemies Destruction of; Enemies Many and Mighty; Faith Act of; Faith Confidence of; God Hearer of Prayer; Morning Psalms; Praise for temporal blessings; Praise For Work of Redemption; Prayer confidence in; Prayer For Grace and Salvation; Protection Only from God; Providence of God Over Saints; Retribution Inflicted; The Righteous Blessedness of; The Righteous Deliverances of; Safety Enjoyed; Salvation God's Gift; Salvation Prayers for; The Wicked Fate of; The Wicked Persecuting Spirit of First Line: O Lord, how are my foes increased! Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise;
How many say,In vain for help
He on his God relies!
2 Thou art my shield and glory, Lord,
My Saviour, O Most High.
The Lord from out His holy hill
Gives answer when I cry.
3 I laid me down and slept, I waked,
Because the Lord sustains;
Tho' many thousands compass me,
Unmoved my soul remains.
4 Arise, o Lord; save me, my God;
For Thou hast owned my cause,
And oft hast beaten down my foes
Who scorn Thy righteous laws.
5 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
In Him His saints are blest;
O let Thy blessing evermore
Upon Thy people rest.
Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English Tune Title: DALEHURST
God Our Guardian
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