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How Long Wilt Thou Forget Me, Lord?
Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2481 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1. How long wilt Thou forget me, Lord?
Shall it for ever be?
O how long shall it be that Thou
Wilt hide Thy face from me?
2. How long take counsel in my soul,
Still sad in heart, shall I?
How long exalted over me
Shall be mine enemy?
3. O Lord my God, consider well,
And answer to me make:
Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep
Of death me overtake:
4. Lest that mine enemy should say,
Against him I prevailed;
And those that trouble me rejoice,
When I am moved and failed.
5. But I have all my confidence
Thy mercy set upon;
My heart within me shall rejoice
In Thy salvation.
6. I will unto the Lord my God
Sing praises cheerfully,
Because He hath His bounty shown
To me abundantly. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English Tune Title: PARIS
How Long Wilt Thou Forget Me, Lord?
Now Let The Sons Of Belial Hear
Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9451 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 Now let the Sons of Belial hear
The thunders of the Lord;
Unfold their long rebellious ear,
And tremble at His Word.
2 Now let the iron sinew bow,
And take His easy yoke;
Lest sudden vengeance lay it low,
By one resistless stroke.
3 Tho’ yet the great Physician wait,
And healing balm be found;
One hour may seal their endless fate,
And fix a deadly wound.
4 Swift may Thy mercy, Lord, arise,
E’er justice stop their breath;
And lighten their deluded eyes,
That sleep the sleep of death. Languages: English Tune Title: PARIS
Now Let The Sons Of Belial Hear
Incarnate God! The Soul That Knows
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12584 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 Incarnate God! the soul that knows
Thy name’s mysterious power
Shall dwell in undisturbed repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.
2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness and love,
To feeble, helpless worms
A buckler and a refuge prove,
From enemies and storms.
3 In vain the fowler spreads his net,
To draw them from Thy care;
Thy timely call instructs their feet
To shun the artful snare.
4 When like a baneful pestilence
Sin mows its thousands down
On every side, without defense,
Thy grace secures Thine own.
5 No midnight terrors haunt their bed,
No arrow wounds by day;
Unhurt on serpents they shall tread,
If found in duty’s way.
6 Angels, unseen, attend the saints
And bear them in their arms,
To cheer the spirit when it faints,
And guard the life from harms.
7 The angels’ Lord, Himself is nigh,
To them that love His name,
Ready to save them when they cry,
And put their foes to shame.
8 Crosses and changes are their lot,
Long as they sojourn here;
But since their Savior changes not,
What have the saints to fear Languages: English Tune Title: PARIS
Incarnate God! The Soul That Knows
We Sing The Glories Of Thy Love
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12599 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 We sing the glories of Thy love,
We sound Thy dreadful name;
The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.
2 Great God, how wondrous are Thy works
Of vengeance and of grace:
Thou King of saints, Almighty Lord,
How just and true Thy ways!
3 Who dares refuse to fear Thy name,
Or worship at Thy throne?
Thy judgments speak Thine holiness
Thro’ all the nations known.
4 Great Babylon, that rules the earth,
Drunk with the martyrs’ blood,
Her crimes shall speedily awake
The fury of our God.
5 The cup of wrath is ready mixed,
And she must drink the dregs;
Strong is the Lord, her sovereign judge,
And shall fulfill the plagues. Languages: English Tune Title: PARIS
We Sing The Glories Of Thy Love
O Let The Land Mourn Through Its Coasts
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13284 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 O let the land mourn through its coasts,
The king lay by his state;
And princes, rulers, at their posts,
Awhile sit desolate.
2 Let priests and people, high and low,
Rich, poor, and great, and small,
Invoke, in fellowship of woe,
The Maker of them all.
3 For God hath summoned from His place
Death, in a direr form,
To waken, warn, and scourge our race,
Than earthquake, fire, or storm.
4 Let churches weep within their pale,
And families apart;
Let each in secrecy bewail
The plague of his own heart.
5 So, while the land bemoans its sin,
The pestilence may cease,
And mercy, tempering wrath, bring in
Not health alone, but peace—
6 The peace of God, which passeth thought,
Keep every heart and mind,
Till all, by this affliction taught,
Be to His will resigned. Languages: English Tune Title: PARIS
O Let The Land Mourn Through Its Coasts
