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Help, Lord, for Men of Virtue Fail
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #12 (2023) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Help, LORD, for men of virtue fail,
religion loses ground!
The sons of violence prevail,
and treacheries abound.
Their oaths and promises they break,
yet act the flatt'er'r’s part;
with fair, deceitful lips they speak,
and with a double heart.
2 If we reprove some hateful lie,
they scorn our faithful word:
"Are not our lips our own," they cry,
"and who shall be our Lord?"
Scoffers appear on every side,
where a vile race of men
is raised to seats of pow'r and pride,
and bears the sword in vain.
3 Lord, when iniquities abound,
and blasphemy grows bold,
when faith is rarely to be found,
and love is waxen cold:
is not thy chariot hast'ning on!
Hast Thou not giv'n the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
a promise so divine?
4 "Yes, saith the LORD, "now will I rise,
and make th'oppressors flee;
I shall appear to their surprise,
and set My servants free."
Thy word, like silver sev'n times tried,
thro' ages shall endure:
the men that in Thy truth confide,
shall find Thy promise sure. Topics: Supplication Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English Tune Title: SASHA
Help, Lord, for Men of Virtue Fail
Deliver Me from Those, O God
Author: Julie Tennent; Timothy Tennent Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #59 (2023) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Supplication Scripture: Psalm 59 Languages: English Tune Title: SASHA
Deliver Me from Those, O God
How Sad Our State
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Hymns to the Living God #76 (2017) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: How sad our state by nature is Lyrics: 1 How sad our state by nature is,
our sin, how deep it stains;
and Satan binds our captive minds
fast in his slavish chains.
But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
sounds from the sacred Word,
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
and trust upon the Lord."
2 My soul obeys th'almighty call,
and runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord,
O help my unbelief.
Unto the fountain of Thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
here let me wash my spotted soul,
from Crimes of deepest dye.
3 Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King,
my reigning sins subdue;
and drive the dragon from his seat,
with all his hellish crew.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
on Thy kind arms I fall;
be thou my strength and righteousness,
my Jesus and my all. Topics: Repentance and Faith Languages: English Tune Title: SASHA
How Sad Our State
To God I Made My Sorrows Known
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #142 (2023) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 To GOD I made my sorrows known,
from GOD I sought relief;
in long complaints before His throne
I poured out all my grief.
My soul was overwhelmed with woes,
my heart began to break;
my God, who all my burdens knows,
He knows the way I take.
2 On every side I cast mine eye,
and found my helpers gone,
while friends and strangers passed me by
neglected or unknown.
Then did I raise a louder cry,
and called Thy mercy near,
"Thou art my portion when I die,
be Thou my refuge here."
3 LORD, I am brought exceeding low,
now let Thine ear attend,
and make my foes who vex me know
I've an almighty Friend.
From my sad prison set me free,
then shall I praise Thy name,
and holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim. Topics: Supplication Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English Tune Title: SASHA
To God I Made My Sorrows Known
How Sad Our State
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #200 (2023) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D First Line: How sad our state by nature is Lyrics: 1 How sad our state by nature is,
our sin how deep it stains;
and Satan binds our captive minds
fast in his slavish chains.
But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
sounds from the sacred word,
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
and trust upon the Lord."
2 My soul obeys th'almighty call,
and runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief.
Unto the fountain of Thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
here let me wash my spotted soul
from crimes of deepest dye.
3 Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King,
my reigning sins subdue;
and drive the dragon from his seat,
with all his hellish crew.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
on Thy kind arms I fall;
be Thou my strength and righteousness,
my Jesus, and my all. Topics: Repentance and Faith Languages: English Tune Title: SASHA
How Sad Our State
