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Blest is the man, whose honest soul disdains

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #I (1756) Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, whose honest soul disdains To tread the path where impious counsel reigns; That in the way of sinners has not stood, Nor fill'd the chair of the imperious proud. 2 But makes Jehovah's law his dear delight, And meditates thereon by day, by night. 3 Like some fair tree, that near a riv'let grows, And shades the waters with it's spreading boughs, Boughs, that nor wither, nor delusive are, But with their fruit reward the planter's care, He'll flourish long--of heav'n itself the love, And ev'ry solid joy and comfort prove/ 4 Not so the wicked--like the chaff that flies, And scatters far, when driving winds arise; By the black whirlwind of their passions tost, In guilt, and in it's direful woes they're lost. 5 When therefore at the last tremendous day Comes forth th' almighty judge in dread array; Struck with their crimes, his presence small they fly, Nor join the righteous in their songs of joy. 6 For well our God the just man's way discerns, That he the path to heav'n with rapture learns; While impious men, who tread of sin the road, For ever perish--such thy will, O God ! Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English

What desp'rate madness strikes the heathen? Say

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #II (1756) Lyrics: 1 What desp'rate madness strikes the heathen? Say, What vain delusive hopes the nations sway? 2 Earth's haughty tyrants in their pride rebel; With impious rage the mad'ning rulers swell; Thro' all, thro' all, the fatal frenzy flies; Against the Lord, against his Christ, they rise. 3 "Our fouls (they boast) we'll from this bondage free, "And vindicate our native liberty." 4 But they in vain Omnipotence defy, The great, the sov'reign Lord, that rules on high, Laughs all their empty menaces to scorn; 5 See, see against them his dread fury burn! Hear 'gainst his enemies his thunder break! Hear him (O hear) the solemn mandate speak; 6 "Thou still, my son, on sacred Sion reign, "And o'er the conquer'd globe my pow'r maintain." 7 For me, while breath inspires this vital frame, The law my God hath giv'n me, I'll proclaim; "This day, my son, have I begotten thee; 8 "Ask of thy sov'reign father--thine shall be "Whate'er the regions of the world contain, "Whatever aether bounds, whate'er the main; 9 "Thou with an iron rod the nations sway; "Bruise them, like vessels form'd of potter's clay." 10 But hear, ye monarchs of the world, be wise; Dispel this dark'ning mist before your Eyes; 11 Serve the great father, and his will revere; Temper your joy with pure, with holy fear, 12 Embrace the Son, and due obedience shew; If but awhile his dire resentment glow, Eternal death's your doom--thrice happy all, Who trust in him, on his dread name who call! Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English

How num'rous, Lord, how strong, how powerful they

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #III (1756) Lyrics: 1 How num'rous, Lord, how strong, how powerful they, Who rise against me, and my soul dismay? 2 Vain, empty boasters! In their guilt they're proud, And, that my God disdains me, vaunt aloud. 3 But me thro' dangers hast thou safely led, And crown'd with glory and success my head; 4 On thee I call'd in confidence of pray'r, And from thy sacred hill thou deign'dst to hear. 5 At Night I laid me down, and slept secure; At Morn I rose, supported by thy pow'r. 6 Why then, tho' thousands threat me, shou'd I fear? My shield thy goodness, I defy the spear. 7 Rise, Lord, assist me--save me from my Foes; Long has thy dreadful wrath against them rose; My only Foes the abandon'd wicked are, And oft th' inflictions of thy hand they bear: 8 While all thy blessings righteous souls attend, And them thou'lt save, who in thy temple bend. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

All-clement God, that know'st my honest Mind

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #IV (1756) Lyrics: 1 All-clement God, that know'st my honest Mind; In thee from ill a sure relief I find; Oft in my sad distress, thou'st giv'n release; Again my soul implores her wonted peace; Benign, O listen to thy servant's pray'r; Have mercy on me, Lord, in pity spare. 2 Ye hapless sons of men, what frenzy sways? How long 'gainst me your calumnies you'll raise? How long indulge your vile malignant spite? How long in killing slanders take delight? 3 To your confusion know, the Godhead loves The man, who by his works his duty proves; Nor, when in humble guise I to him plain, Shall his obedient servant plead in vain. 4 Stand then, ye wretches, of his pow'r in awe Nor sin presumptuous 'gainst his sacred law; Reflect your actions in the silent night Your hearts will own you guilty in his sight, 6 The heedless many in vain riches trust, And hope, their pray'rs for opulence, are just: But I more happy, if thy light divine On my glad soul in it's full radiance shine; 7 More happy, thou, my only joy and hope, Than when the nectar sparkles in my cup; Than when with corn my granaries abound, And loaded olives croud the fertile ground. 8 Yes, my good God, I'll lay me down in peace; I'll sleep, devoid of care, secure of ease; Thou, only thou, canst dissipate my grief, From foes give safety, and from pain relief. Scripture: Psalm 4 Languages: English

All-pow'rful Lord, thy suppliant servant hear

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #V (1756) Lyrics: 1 All-pow'rful Lord, thy suppliant servant hear; Thou art my God; to thee I fly in pray'r; Thou art my King; thou in my heart dost reign; Ah! not thy Davids humble suit disdain. 3 At early dawn my faithful voice I'll raise; At early dawn I'll supplicate thy grace. 4 No pleasure tak'st thou in impiety, Nor wilt thou suffer sin to dwell with thee. 5 The fool, that hears not thy commands with awe; The soul deprav'd, that deviates from thy law, The impious tongue, that deals in fraudful lies; The hand, it's maker's image that destroys, Are hateful to thee all, and soon shall know The direful pains thy vengeance dooms them to. 7 But on thy mercy shall my soul rely; When I with rev'rence to thy temple fly, When at thy altar I devoutly kneel, Blest with thy light, what awful joy I feel? 8 Direct me, O my God, the snares t' evade, Which my relentless enemies have laid, 9 Deceit and wrong their boast, fair truth their scorn, Their villain-hearts with horrid mischiefs burn, More black their throats than the remorseless grave, And with their tongues they flatter, to deceive. 10 Do thou, O God, the impious race destroy; Thro' their own wild devices let the die; 'Gainst thee they dare rebel;--assert thy pow'r. And bear their vile atrocious crimes no more. 11 But let all they, that trust in thee, rejoice, And tune in hymns of gratitude their voice; In thee the greater! happiness they prove, Thy will their law, thy glorious name their love. 12 For to thy will who bear a just regard, Shall from thy bounty meet a full reward; Them, who to thy commands due rev'rence have, Thy gracious goodness, as a shield, shall save. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English

While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #VI (1756) Lyrics: 1 While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear; Displeas'd, thy chastisements are too severe. 2 Have mercy, Lord--a languid weakness reigns; Heal my distemper'd bones, and ease my pains. 3 Incessant ills my anguish'd soul distress; How long wilt thou delay, till thou redress? 4 Still I'll implore thee--turn, dread father, turn, Nor let thy mercy leave me thus forlorn. 5 In death of thee we no remembrance have, And who can praise thee in the silent grave? 6 Heaves my sad breast the live-long night with sighs; Suff8s'd with constant streams my sleepless eyes; My bed I water with the briny flood; Swims my wet couch with tears, O pitying God; 7 No more with florid Health my visage glows; The lilly now looks pale, where blush'd the rose; My sight's impair'd, my body wears away, While cruel foes haste on the swift decay! 8 Far hence, ye impious crouds; the Lord hath heard My earnest pray'r, my anguish'd soul he 'as chear'd; 9 My earnest pray'r I've not preferr'd in vain; My earnest pray'r my God will not disdain. 10 Confusion shall be theirs, that vex my soul; Their causeless enmity shall meet controul; With sudden terror seiz'd, lo! back they turn, No more I'm harrast, and no more I mourn. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

O Lord my God, whom my defence I've made

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #VII (1756) Lyrics: 1 O Lord my God, whom my defence I've made, When persecuting foes my life invade, 'Gainst their insidious schemes that life defend, And in the threat'ning danger stand my friend. 2 For like the savage monarch of the wood, Whose sport is slaughter, and whose thirst is blood, If thou not aidst me with thy saving pow'r, Their cruel jaws thy servant will devour. 3 And yet, O Lord, if I've th' offender been, If I've not kept my hands from rapine clean; 4 If, when my friend my int'rest has pursued, I've paid his friendship with ingratitude; (But sure a nobler way I always chose, And oft from ruin have redeem'd my foes) 5 'Gainst me let my fierce enemy succeed, Down in the earth my mangled carcase tread, Be on the vile ingrate, severely just, And lay my tarnish'd honours in the dust. 6 But thou, O Lord, in thy dread anger rise; O not my humble, ardent suit, despise; In all thy awful majesty array'd, Call forth thy vengeance to thy servant's aid. 7 So shall the people tremble at thy pow'r, And thee their king, and thee their God, adore. 8 O thou, the sov'reign judge of all mankind, Let me, as I am guiltless, mercy find, Let my integrity thy pity move; 9 While my remorseless foes thy justice prove; Thou triest the reins, the heart--thy searching eye The soul's most secret purpose can descry. 10 But why their bitter enmity I fear, When safely guarded by th' almighty's care; That gracious being that defends the good, And pours destruction on the impious proud? 12 If still perversely they resist his word, Lo! the all-high draws his avenging sword! See! his bow ready bent, his arrows fly; The wounded sinners feel his wrath, and die. 14 Such the result of wickedness like theirs! With sin they travail, and they bring forth tears; Big with delusive hopes of mighty gains,-- Death's the reward of their accursed pains. 15 For me they made a pit in vain they made; To the same pit they are themselves betray'd; 16 On their own heads their threat'ned mischiefs fall; In their own snares involv'd, they perish all. 17 Therefore to heav'n's high Lord, in songs of praise, Freed from their toils, my tuneful voice I'll raise; The just, the righteous God I'll, grateful, sing, And ever hymn the universal king. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

O dread Jehovah! glorious is thy name

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #VIII (1756) Lyrics: 1 O dread Jehovah! glorious is thy name; According worlds it's excellence proclaim; The glitt'ring regions of the spangled sky Declare thy greatness and thy majefty. 2 How vast thy kindness to the sons of men, E'en in our helpless infancy is seen; If such o'er sucklings thy paternal care, The wicked sure their blasphemies may spare. 3 But when thy wond'rous works above I spy, The glorious canopy that hangs on high, Rejoicing in his strength, the radiant sun, With her attendant orbs, the glimm'ring moon; 4 Who can the depth of all thy goodness scan, Thy free, thy vast benificence to man? That we, mere things of earth, thy care can boast, In joy, in rapt'rous wonder, I am lost. 5 With glory crown'd, ours is the second place To the high order of th' angelic race; 6 Lord of this lower world, a wide domain, O'er all the creatures of thy hand we reign; 7 The lowing herds, the bleating flocks obey, And all the beasts that in the woodlands stray; 8 Ours are the wing'd inhabitants above; The tribes are ours that in old ocean rove: 9 O dread Jehovah, glorious is thy name: According worlds it's excellence proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English

With heart sincere, thy praise, O Lord, I'll sing

Hymnal: NVPD1756 #IX (1756) Lyrics: 1 With heart sincere, thy praise, O Lord, I'll sing; Thy wond'rous works extol, my God, my king: 2 By thee supported, I'll in thee rejoice; Thy name, thy praise, thy pow'r, shall fill my voice. 3 Elate in vain, my vanquish'd foes are fled, They perish; lo! thy presence strikes them dead: 4 For thou my righteous cause hast made thy own, And spoke thy judgments from thy awful throne: 5 Thou badst the heathen give their madness o'er; By thee their names eras'd, shall live no more. 6 Imperious foe; thy menaces are void, Like the sack'd cities, by thy rage destroy'd. 7 But thou, O mighty Lord, shalt ever reign, Thy just tribunal ever shalt maintain; 8 By righteous acts thy faithful people sway, And shield the pious souls who thee obey. 9 A certain refuge to the sore-opprest, Thou, when thy wisdom wills, shalt give them rest. 10 Thee her support the anguish'd soul shall make, Assur'd, thy servants thou wilt ne'er forsake. 11 Ye sons of Sion, his high name extol; Shout forth his praises to the nations all; 12 Not unreveng'd he lets the guiltless die, And, when the humble plains, he hears his cry. 13 O gracious God, whom my defence I found, When impious foes breath'd forth destruction round, Preserve me still, that I in grateful lays, 'Midst Salem's joyous throngs, may hymn thy praise. 15 Fall'n in the pit, for others they prepare, Entangled in their toils, the heathen are: 16 O wond'rous justice of a righteous God! From their own wily acts their ruin flow'd. 17 Thus their own schemes their own destruction prove; Thus perish they, who not their Maker love, 18 But all, who humbly on their God rely, Want not his aid, when in distress they cry. 19 Yes, Lord, arise--let not vain man prevail; Convince them, that thy truth will never fail; 20 Make them thy sov'reign pow'r, thy justice own; That they're but men, that thou art God alone. Scripture: Psalm 9 Languages: English

O gracious God, why standest thou afar?

Author: Thomas Cradock Hymnal: NVPD1756 #X (1756) Lyrics: 1 O gracious God, why standest thou afar? Why not thy poor afflicted servant hear? 2 The impious atheist persecutes the just; His own insidious arts he makes his trust: Shall he his vile insidious arts enjoy, And wilt not thou the villain brood destroy? 3 See, how he glories in his wild desires, And loves the man whom vain ambition sires: 4 Big with his hopes, with high presumption fraught, Thee he denies, thou art not in his thought! 5 Secure in fancied happiness he lives; To thy dread vengeance bold defiance gives; With haughty scorn looks wrathful on his foes, And madly bids them all his schemes oppose. 6 "Your efforts all, (he proudly cries) are vain; "To life's last: verge my pow'r I will maintain, "No care, no anguish, shall corrode my breast; "No pain, no sickness, shall destroy my rest; "In all the blessings of this earth I'll flow, "And brave the highest vengeance of the foe." From his vile mouth continual curses fly; He smiles at perjury, adores a lie, Thinks it his highest honour, to deceive, And is in rapture, when the righteous grieve. 8 In the dark corners of the street he lies, With wond'rous skill prepares his treacheries, T' entrap the good, he spends the live-long night; The good, the constant objects of his spite. 9 As skulks the lion in his den, and waits, Till in his jaws some heedless beast he gets; So crouches he, so lurks in ambuscade, The blood of helpless innocence to shed; With what malignant joy the traitor smiles, When once they're hamper'd in his wily toils? 11 All this he does, and blasphemously proud, That thou regard'st him not, exults aloud; Boasts, thou his impious projects wilt not see; That right and wrong are all the same to thee. 12 Arise, O God, lift thy avenging hand, Nor let the poor in vain thy aid demand, 13 Why shou'd the wicked thus thy wrath despise? Thou carest not for man, prophane he cries. 14 Sure thou hast heard his boast, and seen his rage; The good man's cause thy justice will engage; To thee the humble plead for swift redress; Implore thy mercy in their deep distress; Own thy omnipotence, thy right divine, And that to punish wickedness is thine. 15 Break then his arm, O Lord, confound his pow'r; Destroy his schemes, that he may rage no more; Make all his vile imaginations vain, Nor let his crimes disturb our peace again. 16 Then shalt thou have o'er all eternal sway; With humble awe thy people shall obey; The madness of the heathen then shall cease, And all thy righteous servants dwell in peace. 17 Thus of the injur'd poor, the pious pray'r, All-clement God, thou condescend'st to hear; To thee they weep, to thee they cry, amain, Nor are their pious pray'rs addrest in vain: 18 That of th' afflicted thou assert the right Against th' injustice of the man of might; That he, abas'd his pride, controul'd his pow'r, May be the scourge of innocence no more. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English