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I am the man who by his rod

Appears in 2 hymnals Scripture: Lamentations 3 Lyrics: 1 I am the man who by his rod Of wrath see dismal scenes of woes; 2 He hath me into darkness brought, And not a gleam of light He shows. 3 He surely is against me turn'd His hand all day He turns on me. 4 My flesh and skin He old hath made My bones to pieces broke hath He. 5 He built around me: and with gall And travel me encompassed: 6 He hath me set in places dark, As those who long ago were dead. 7 So hedg'd me in, I can't get out; Makes me his heavy chain to bear; 8 And when I earnest cry aloud, He grievously shuts out my pray'r. 9 He with hewn stones enclos'd my path, And intricate hath made my way: 10 He as a bear lays wait for me, A lion in a hidden place. 11 He turned hath my ways aside; He hath to pieces pulled me: Of all my comforts hath bereav'd And made me desolate to be. 12 He bent his bow; and me a mark Did for his sharp'ned arrows place; 13 The arrows of his quiver caus'd Into my tender reins to pass. 14 To all my people I'm a scoff, And all the day their jeering song; 15 He made me full of bitterness, And even drunk with wormwood strong. 16 Yea He my teeth with gravel break, And all in ashes rolled me. 17 Thou put'st my soul far off from peace, And I forgot prosperity. 18 Yea I did say, my strength and hope Are wholly perish'd from the LORD. 19 My grief and pain, wormwood and gall, I in my troubled mind record. 20 My soul doth still remember them, And in me low abas'd, doth lie: 21 Yet to my mind I this recall, And thence a glimpse of hope have I; 22 It's of the mercies of the LORD, We are not quite consum'd away; Because the pity of his heart Nor does, nor ever will decay. 23 They ev'ry morning are renew'd: Thy changeless faithfulness is great, 24 The LORD's my portions, saith my soul; And thence my hope I'll on Him set. 25 To them who wait for Him, the soul Who seeks Him, gracious is the LORD; 26 'Tis best in quietness to wait Till He salvation will afford. 27 Good for a man it is in youth that he should bear the humbling yoke; 28 He sits alone, and silence keeps, Because he bears thy holy stroke. 29 He puts his mouth into the dust, If so there any hope may be: 30 His cheek to him who smites he gives, Tho' filled with reproach is he. 31 Ever the Lord will not cast off; But tho' He causes pungent grief; 32 Yet in his mercies great He will Compassion have, and give relief. 33 For He's not willing to afflict Or grieve the sons of men 'tis known; 34 To crush the pris'ners of the earth, Or under feet to tread them down. 35 To turn aside the right of man Before the face of THE MOST HIGH; 36 Or to subvert his righteous case; The Lord abhors eternally. 37 Who's he that saith, and them performs, Unless it be the Lord's good will. 38 Out of the mouth of THE MOST HIGH, Proceed all good and penal ill. 29 why for the punishment of sins Doth any living man complain? 40 O let us search and try our ways, And to the LORD now turn again. 41 O let us lift our hearts and hands Up to the mighty God in heav'n: 42 We all have trespass'd and rebell'd, Nor hast Thou yet our sins forgiv'n. 43 Thy wrath us covers and pursues; Thou slay'st, and dost not pity show. 44 Thou so with clouds dost hide thy self, That our loud cries cannot pass through. 45 Amidst the people hast us made Th' off-scouring, refuse, and jeer. 46 And the wide mouths of all our foes, Against and round us op'ned are. 47 Fear and a snare are come on us; And all in desolation lies: 48 For daughters of my people's waste Rivers of tears run down mine eyes. 49 Mine eyes with tears flow down apace; And will no intermissions know, 50 Until the LORD from heav'n look down, And see us in our dismal woe. 51 Mine eye affects my soul with grief, To see my city's daughters case; 52 My foes pursue me unprovok'd The harmless birds as fowlers chase. 53 My life they in the dungeon sunk, And on me heavy stones they cast. 54 The waters flowing o'er my head, I said, "I'm gone, all hope is past!" 55 O LORD, I call'd upon thy name, In the deep dungeon, like to die; 56 Thou heardst my voice, hide not thine ear, From my short panting and my cry 57 Then Thou draw'st near, and saidst, "FEAR NOT!" Ev'n in the day I call'd on Thee: 48 Lord, my soul's causes Thou did plead, And my expiring life set free. 59 JEHOVAH judge the cause for me, As Thou my wrongs has always seen. 60 As their revenge and all their plots Before thine eyes have ever been. 61 All their reproach, Thou LORD, hast heard; Thou seest the snares they for me lay, 62 Their lips who up against me rise, And all their plottings all the day. 63 See, when they sit, and when they rise, The musick of their songs am I: 64 But LORD, as are their handy works A just reward Thou wilt apply. 65 Sorrow of heart Thou wilt them give, Thy grievous curse wilt make them bear; 66 In wrath them chace, and from beneath JEHOVAH's heav'ns waste ev'ry where.
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Rock of Ages, cleft for me

Author: Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-78 Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 2,661 hymnals Scripture: Lamentations 3:9 Lyrics: 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee; let the water and the blood, from thy riven side which flowed, be of sin the double cure, cleanse me from its guilt and power. 2 Not the labours of my hands can fulfill thy law's demands; could my zeal no respite know, could my tears for ever flow, all for sin could not atone: thou must save, and thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to thy cross I cling; naked, come to thee for dress; helpless, look to thee for grace; foul, I to the fountain fly; wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, when my eyelids close in death, when I soar through tracts unknown, see thee on thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee. Topics: Atonement; Comfort; Funerals; Jesus Christ Passion and Cross; Jesus Christ Redeemer; Judgment of God; Sin Used With Tune: PETRA
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My God, How Endless Is Your Love

Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 599 hymnals Scripture: Lamentations 3:1-9 First Line: My God, how endless is your love! Lyrics: 1 My God, how endless is your love! Your gifts are every evening new, and morning mercies from above gently distil, like earthly dew. 2 You spread the curtains of the night, great Guardian of my sleeping hours; your sovereign Word restores the light, and quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to your command; to you I consecrate my days: perpetual blessings from your hand demand perpetual songs of praise. Topics: Praise of God Used With Tune: WAREHAM
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New every morning is the love

Author: John Keble Appears in 335 hymnals Scripture: Lamentations 3:2 Topics: Morning Used With Tune: MELCOMBE

God, My Hope on You Is Founded

Author: Joachim Neander; Robert Seymour Bridges, 1844-1930 Meter: 8.7.8.7.3.3.7 Appears in 68 hymnals Scripture: Lamentations 3:1-9 Topics: Hope; Praise of God; Trust Used With Tune: MICHAEL

Out of the Depths

Meter: 10.4.10.4.10.10 Appears in 8 hymnals Scripture: Lamentations 3:1-9 First Line: Out of the depths I turn to you on high Topics: Funeral; Lent (season); Psalm 130; Trust Used With Tune: SANDON Text Sources: The Psalter, 1912, para., alt.

God, When I Stand, No Path Before Me

Author: Herbert O'Driscoll, 1928- Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 3 hymnals Scripture: Lamentations 3:1-9 First Line: God, when I stand, no path before me clear Topics: Easter (second Sunday); Eucharist; Yearning; Trust Used With Tune: MORECAMBE

Just As the Deer

Author: Brian Ruttan, 1947- Meter: 10.10.10.10.10.10 Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Lamentations 3:1-9 First Line: Just as the deer longs for the water brooks Topics: Psalm 51; Yearning; Trust; Baptism (general) Used With Tune: FINLANDIA
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The Lamentations of Jeremiah: Chap. III

Appears in 1 hymnal Scripture: Lamentations 3 First Line: I am the man by's wrathful rod Lyrics: 1 I am the man by's wrathful rod Who have the sight of wo. 2 To darkness he me led, and brought, And not the light into. 3 He finely is against me turn'd, His hand he turns all day. 4 My flesh and skin he old hath made, And broke my bones hath he. 5 He built against me, and with gall And travel did enfold. 6 He hath me set in places dark, As are the dead of old. 7 He me hedg'd in, I can't get out, His heavy chain I bear. 8 And when I earnest cry aloud, He shutteth out my prayer. 9 He with hewn stone enclos'd my path*. He crooked made my ways. 10 He as a bear lays wait for me, A lion in hid place. 11 He turned hath my ways aside, And he hath pulled me Ev'n into pieces: he hath made Me desolate to be. 12 He bent his bow, me as a mark Did for the arrow place. 13 His quiver's arrows he hath caus'd Into my reins to pass. 14 To all my folk I was a scorn, And all the day their song. 15 He made me full of bitterness, And drunk with wormwood strong. 16 Yea he my teeth with gravel brake, In ashes rolled me. 17 And far thou putt'st my soul from peace, Gone is prosperity. 18 Yea, I did say, my strength and hope Is perish'd from the Lord. 19 My grief a pain, wormwood and gall When I in mind record; 20 My soul doth them remember still, And in me's humbled sore, 21 This to my heart I do recall, And hope I have therefore; 22 It's of the mercy of the Lord, We're not consum'd away. Because that his companions kind They never do decay. 23 They ev'ry morning are renew'd His faithfulness is great. 24 The Lord's my portion, faith my soul, Thence hope on him I'll set. 25 To them who for him wait, the soul Who seeks him, good's the Lord. 26 It's good to hope, and wait until Salvation he afford. [2] 27 Good for a man it is in youth That he doth bare the yoke. 28 He sets alone, and silence keeps, Because it is thy stroke. 29 He puts his mouth into the dust, If so there hope may be. 30 His cheek to him who smites he gives, Fill'd with reproach is lie. 31 For aye the Lord will not cast off, But though grief cause he should. 32 Yet will he have compassion in His mercies manifold. 33 For he's not willing to affLict Or grieve the sons of men, 34. To crush the Prisoners of the earth, Or under foot tread them. 35 To turn aside the right of man Before the high'st his face. 36 The Lord likes not, nor to subvert A man in his just cause. 37 Who's he that saith, and done it is, Unless the Lord it will? 38 Out of the mouth of the most high Froceeds not good and ill. 39 Why doth a living man complain? A man for his sins pain? 40 Let's search and try our ways and turn Unto the Lord again. 41 Let us lift up our heart and hands To God on high in heav'n. 42 We trefpafs'd have, and have rebell'd, And thou hast not forglv'n. [3] 4e Thou hid'st with wrath, and us pursu'st, Thou slay'st and dost not rue, 44 Thou so with clouds dost hide thy self, Our pray'r cannot pass through. 45 Amidst the people us thou mad'st The refuse scum likewise. 46 Against us open'd have the mouths Of all our enemies. 47 Fear and a snare is come on us, Waste and destruction. 48 For daughter of my people's waste, Mine eyes with rivers run. 49 Mine eyes with tears do trickle down Nor intermission know, 50 Until the Lord, from heav'n look down, And see us in our woe. 51 Mine eye affects mine heart for all My cities daughters sore. 52 Me like a bird my foes pursu'd; They have no cause therefore 53 My life in dungeon they cut off, On me a stone they put. 54 The waters flowed o'er mine head, I said I off am cut. 55 I called on thy name, O Lord, Out of the dungeon low. 56 Thou heard'st my voice, hide not thine ear My cry my breathing fro. 57 Thou drewest near, and said'st, fear not, That day I call'd on thee. 58 Lord my soul's causes thou didst plead, My life thou hast set free. 59 Jehovah thou hast seen my wrong, Judge thou the cause for me. 60 Their vengeance all, and ail their plots Against me thou did'st see. 61 Thou hast heard their reproach, and plots They did against me lay; 6z Their lips who up against me rose, Their plottings all the day. 65 When they sit down, and when rise up Their musick lo am I 64 O Lord on them a recompence To their hands works apply. 65 Sorrow of heart thou wilt them give, Thy curse to them afford. 66 In wrath wilt chase, and waste beneath The heavens of the Lord.

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