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Naked as from the Earth we came

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXXV (1760) Scripture: Job 1:21 Lyrics: 1 Naked as from the Earth we came, and crept to Life at first, We to the Earth return again, and mingle with our Dust 2 The dear Delights we here enjoy, and fondly call our own. Are but short Favours borrow'd now, to be repay'd anon. 3 'Tis God that lifts our Comforts high, or sinks them in the Grave, He gives, and (blessed by his Name) He takes but what he gave. 4 Peace, all our angry Passions then, let each rebellious Sigh Be silent at his Sovereign Will, and every Murmur die. 3 If smiling Mercy crown our Lives, it's Praises shall be spread, And we'll adore the Justice too that strikes our Comforts dead. Languages: English

Shall the vile Race of Flesh and Blood

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXLIX (1760) Scripture: Job 4:17-21 Lyrics: 1 Shall the vile Race of Flesh and Blood Contend with their Creator, God? Shall mortal Worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just than He? 2 Behold, He puts his Trust in none Of all the Spirits round his Throne; Their Natures, when compar'd with his, Are neither holy, just, nor wise. 3 But how much meaner Things are they Who spring from Dust, and dwell in Clay! Touch'd by the Finger of thy Wrath, We faint and vanish like the Moth. 4 From Night to Day, from Day to Night, We die by thousands in thy Sight; Bury'd in Dust whole Nations lie Like a forgotten Vanity. 5 Almighty Power, to Thee we bow; How frail are we! how glorious Thou! No more the Sons of Earth shall dare With an eternal God compare. Languages: English

Can Creatures to Perfection find

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HLXXI (1760) Scripture: Job 11:7-9 Lyrics: 1 Can Creatures to Perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind; Or can the largest Stretch of Thought Measure and search his Nature out! 2 'Tis high as Heav'n, 'tis deep as Hell And what can mortals know or tell? His Glory spreads beyond the Sky, And all the shining Worlds on high. 3 But Man, vain Man, would fain be wise; Born like a wild young Colt he flies Thro' all the Follies of his Mind, And smells, and snuffs the empty Wind. 4 God is a King of Power unknown, Firm are the Orders of his Throne; If He resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask Him why or what He does? 5 He wounds the Heart, and He makes whole; He calms the Tempest of the Soul; When He shuts up in long Despair, Who can remove the heavy Bar? 6 He frowns, and Darkness veils the Moon, The fainting Sun grows dim at Noon; The Pillars of Heav'n's starry Roof Tremble and start at his Reproof. 7 He gave the vaulted Heav'n its Form, The crooked Serpent, and the Worm; He breaks the Billows with his Breath, And smites the Sons of Pride to Death. 8 These are a Portion of his Ways; But who shall dare describe his Face? Who can endure his Light? or stand To hear the Thunders of his Hand? Languages: English

How blest is he, who ne'er consents

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #I (1760) Scripture: Psalm 1 Lyrics: 1 How blest is he, who ne'er consents by ill Advice to walk; Nor stands in Sinners Ways, nor fits where Men profanely talk! 2 But makes the perfect Law of God his Bus'ness and Delight; Devoutly reads therein by Day, and meditates by Night. 3 Like some fair Tree, which, fed by Streams, with timely Fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and Success all his Designs attend. 4 Ungodly Men, and their Attempts, no lasting Root shall find; Untimely blasted, and dispers'd, like Chaff before the Wind. 5 Their Guilt shall strike the Wicked dumb before the Judge's Face: No formal Hypocrite shall then among the Saints have Place. 6 For God approves the just Man's Ways; to Happiness they tend: But Sinners, and the Paths they tread, shall both in Ruin end. Languages: English

With restless and ungoverned rage

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #II (1760) Scripture: Psalm 2 Lyrics: 1 With restless and ungover'd Rage, why do the Heathen storm? Why in such rash Attempts engage, as they can ne’er perform? 2 The great in Counsel, and in Might, their various Forces bring; Against the Lord they all unite, and his anointed King. 3 "Must we submit to their Commands? presumptuously they say: "No, let us break their slavish Bands, "and cast their Chains away." 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on High, and sees how they combine, Does their conspiring Strength defy, And mocks their vain Design. 5 Thick Clouds of Wrath divine shall break on his rebellious Foes: And thus will he in Thunder speak, to all that dare oppose: 6 "Though madly you dispute my Will, "the King that I ordain, "Whose Throne is fix'd on Sion’s Hill, "shall there securely reign." 7 Attend, O Earth, whilst I declare God’s uncontroul'd Decree: “Thou art my Son, this Day, my Heir, "have I begotten thee. 8 Ask, and receive thy full Demands; thine shall the Heathen be; The utmost Limits of the Lands, "shall be posses'd by thee. 9 "Thy threat’ning Sceptte thou shalt shake, "and crush them ev'ry-where; "As massy Bars of Iron break "the Potter’s brittle Ware. 10 Learn then, ye Princes; and give Ear, ye Judges of the Earth; 11 Worship the Lord with holy Fear; rejoice with awful Mirth. 12 Appease the Son with due Respect, your timely Homage pay; Lest he revenge the bold Neglect, incens'd by your Delay. 13 If but in Part his Anger rise, who can endure the Flame? Then blest are they whose Hope relies On his most Holy Name. Languages: English

How many, Lord, of late are grown

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #III (1760) Scripture: Psalm 3 Lyrics: 1 How many, Lord, of late are grown the Troublers of my Peace! And as their Numbers hourly rise, so does their Rage increase. 2 Insulting, they my Soul upbraid, and him whom I adore: The God in whom he trusts, say they, shall rescue him no more. 3 But thou, O Lord, art my Defence; on thee my Hopes rely: Thou art my Glory, and shalt yet, lift up my Head on high. 4 Since whensoe'er in like Distres, to God I made my Prayer, He heard me from his holy Hill; Why should I now despair? 5 Guarded by him, I laid me down, my sweet Repose to take; For I through him securely sleep, through him in Safety wake. 6 No Force nor Fury of my Foes, my Courage shall confound; Were there as many Hosts as Men, that have beset me round. 7 Arise, and save me, O my God, who oft hast own'd my Cause; And scatter'd oft these Foes to me, and to thy righteous Laws. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; He only can defend; His Blessing he extends to all, that on his Pow'r depend. Languages: English

O Lord, that art my righteous Judge

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #IV (1760) Scripture: Psalm 4 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, that art my righteous Judge, to my Complaint give Ear. Thou still redeem'st me from Distress: Have Mercy, Lord, and hear. 2 How long will ye, O Sons of Men, to blot my Fame devise? How long your vain Designs pursue, and spread malicious Lies? 3 Consider that the righteous Man is God's peculiar Choice; And when to him I make my Pray'r, he always hears my Voice. 4 Then stand in Awe of his Commands, flee ev'ry Thing that's ill; Commune in private with your Hearts, and bind them to his Will. 5 The Place of other Sacrifice let Righteousness supply; And let your Hope, securely fix'd, on God alone rely. 6 While worldly Minds impatient grow, more prosp'rous Times to see; Still let the Glories of thy Face shine brightly, Lord, on me. 7 So shall my Heart o'er flow with Joy, more lasting, and more true, Than theirs, who Stores of Corn and Wine successively renew. 8 Then down in Peace I'll lay my Head, and take my needful Rest: No other Guard, O Lord, I crave, of thy Defence possest. Languages: English

Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #V (1760) Scripture: Psalm 5 Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint accept my secret Pray'r; 2 To Thee alone, my King my God, will I for help repair. 3 Thou in the Morn my Voice shalt hear, and with the dawning Day, To thee devoutly I'll look up, to thee devoutly pray. 4 For thou, the Wrongs that I sustain, canst never, Lord, approve; Who from thy sacred Dwelling-place all Evil dost remove. 5 Not long shall stubborn Fools remain unpunish'd in thy View: All such as act unrighteous Things, thy Vengeance shall pursue. 6 The sland'ring Tongue, O God of Truth, by thee shall be destroy'd; Who hat'st alike the Man in Blood, and in Deceit employ'd. 7 But when thy boundless Grace shall me to thy lov'd Courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing Eyes, and humbly there adore. 8 Conduct me by thy righteous Laws; for watchful is my Foe: Therefore, O Lord, make plain the Way, wherein I ought to go. 9 Their Mouth vents nothing but Deceit; their Heart is set on Wrong; Their Throat is a devouring Grave; they flatter with their Tongue. 10 By their own Counsels let them fall, oppress'd with Loads of Sin; For they against thy righteous Laws have harden'd Rebels been. 11 But let all those who trust in thee, with Shouts their Joy proclaim; Let them rejoice, whom thou preserv'st, and all that love thy Name. 12 To righteous Men the righteous Lord, his Blessing will extend; And with his Favour all his Saints, as with a Shield, defend. Languages: English

Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #VI (1760) Scripture: Psalm 6 Lyrics: 1 Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain, and spare a Wretch forlorn: Correct me not in thy fierce Wrath, too heavy to be borne. 2 Have Mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, unable to endure The Anguish of my aching Bones, which thou alone canst cure. 3 My tortur'd Flesh distracts my Mind, and fills my Soul with Grief: But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay to grant me thy Relief? 4 Thy wonted Goodness, Lord, repeat, and ease my troubled Soul: Lord, for thy wond'rous Mercies sake, vouchsafe to make me whole. 5 For after Death no more can I thy glorious Acts proclaim; No Pris'ner of the silent Grave can magnify thy Name. 6 Quite tir'd with Pain, with Groaning faint, no hope of Ease I see; The Night, that quiets common Griefs, is spent in Tears by me. 7 My Beauty fades, my Sight grows dim, my Eyes with Weakness close; Old Age o'ertakes me, while I think on my insulting Foes. 8 Depart, ye Wicked; in my Wrongs ye shall no more rejoice; For God, I find, accepts my Tears, and listens to my Voice. 9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble Pray'r; and they that wish my Fall, Shall blush and rage, to see that God protects me from them all. Languages: English

O Lord, my God, since I have plac'd

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #VII (1760) Scripture: Psalm 7 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my God, since I have plac'd my Trust alone in thee, From all my Persecutors Rage, do thou deliver me. 2 To save me from my threat'ning Foe, Lord, interpose thy Pow'r; Lest, like a savage Lion, he my helpless Soul devour. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er against his Peace combine; Nay, if I have not spar'd his Life, who fought unjustly mine; 5 Let then to persecuting Foes, my Soul become a Prey; Let them to Earth tread down my Life, in Dust my Honour lay. 6 Arise, and let thine Anger, Lord, in my Defence engage; Exalt thyself above my Foes, and there insulting Rage: Awake, awake, in my Behalf the Judgment to dispense, Which thou hast righteously ordain'd for injur'd Innocence. 7 So to thy Throne adoring Crowds shall still for Justice fly: Oh! therefore for their Sakes, resume, thy Judgment-Seat on high. 8 Impartial Judge of all the World, I trust my Cause to thee; According to my Righteousness so let thy Sentence be. 9 Let wicked Arts and wicked Men, together be o'erthrown; But guard the Just, thou God, to whom the Hearts of both are known. 10, 11 God me protects; not only me, but all of upright Heart; And daily lays up Wrath for those who from his Laws depart. 12 If they persist, he whets his Sword, his Bow stands ready bent; 13 Ev'n now, with swift Destruction wing'd, his pointed Shafts are sent. 14 The Plots are fruitless, which my Foe unjustly did conceive: 15 The Pit he digg'd for me has prov'd his own untimely grave. 16 On his own Head his Spite returns, whilst I from Harm am free: On him the Violence is fall'n, which he design'd for me. 17 Therefore will I the righteous Ways of Providence proclaim; I'll sing the Praise of God most High, and celebrate his Name. Languages: English