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Lord, We Have Heard Thy Works of Old
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3998 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Lord, we have heard Thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonder of their days.
2. How Thou didst built Thy churches here,
And make Thy Gospel known;
Amongst them did Thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
3. In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
4. But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach Thy grace.
5. Yet we have not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with Heaven,
Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty Thou hast giv’n.
6. Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And Thine own hand has bruised us sore
Hard by the gates of death.
7. We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for Thy cause,
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.
8. Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps Thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhorred
Or banished from Thy face?
9. Wilt Thou for ever cast us off
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide Thine heav’nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10. Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.
11. Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Savior and our God;
We plead the honors of Thy name,
The merits of Thy blood. Languages: English Tune Title: ARLINGTON
Lord, We Have Heard Thy Works of Old
Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XLIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of pow'r and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonder of their days.
2 They saw the beaut'ous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
through all their temples shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv’n.
6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore
Hard by the gates of death.
7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps Thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off
And still neglect our cries:
For ever hide thine heav’nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood. Topics: The Church's Complaint in Persecution Scripture: Psalm 44 Languages: English
Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #44 (1789) Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Thy works of pow'r and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told,
The wonder of their days.
2 They saw the beaut'ous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast given.
6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.
7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps Thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heav’nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.
Scripture: Psalm 44 Languages: English
Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Lord, we have heard thy Works of old
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P44 (1766) Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy Works of old,
Thy Works of Pow'r and Grace;
When to our Ears our Fathers told
The Wonders of their Days.
2 How thou didst build thy Churches here,
And make thy Gospel known;
Amongst them did thine Arm appear,
Thy Light and Glory shone.
3 In GOD they boasted all the Day,
And in a chearful Throng
Did Thousands meet to praise and pray,
And Grace was all their Song.
4 But now our Souls are seiz'd with Shame,
Confusion fills our Face,
To hear the Enemy blaspheme,
And Fools reproach thy Grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our GOD,
Nor falsly dealt with Heav'n,
Nor have our Steps declin'd the Road
Of Duty thou hast giv'n.
6 Tho' Dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive Breath,
And thine own Hand has bruis'd us sore
Hard by the Gates of Death.
Pause.
7 We are expos'd all Day to die
As Martyrs for thy Cause,
As Sheep for Slaughter, bound we lie
By sharp and bloody Laws.
8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted Grace?
Why should we look like Men abhorr'd
Or banish'd from thy Face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our Cries?
For ever hide thine heav'nly Love
From our afflicted Eyes?
10 Down to the Dust our Soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the Ground;
Rise for our Help, rebuke the Proud,
And all their Pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual Shame,
Our Saviour and our GOD:
We plead the Honours of thy Name,
The Merits of thy Blood.
Topics: Patience under persecutions; Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith; Persecutors complained of Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
Lord, we have heard thy Works of old
Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #95 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of pow'r and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
2 How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray;
And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n;
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n.
6 Tho' dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore
Hard by the gates of death.
Pause.
7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy cause,
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord!
Why sleeps thy wonted grace!
Why should we look like men abhorr'd
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries,
For ever hide thine heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Savior and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
Lord, we have heard thy works of old
Psalm 44
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.99 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics:
Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n;
Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruised us sore
Hard by the gates of death.
We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause,
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.
Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhorred
Or banished from thy face?
Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.
Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Savior and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.
Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith; Persecutors complained of; Patience under persecutions Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
Psalm 44
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XLIV (1780) First Line: Lord we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of pow'r and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonder of their days.
2 How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n;
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv’n.
6 Tho' dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.
Pause.
7 We are expos'd all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause,
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord!
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heav’nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
Hymnal: Psalms #44 (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of pow'r and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told,
The wonder of their days.
2 They saw the beaut'ous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n.
6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.
Pause.
7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
The Church's Complaint on Persecution
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #78 (1740) First Line: Lord, we have heard thy Works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy Works of old,
Thy Works of Pow'r and Grace;
When to our Ears our Fathers told
The Wonders of their Days.
2 How thou didst build thy Churches here,
And make thy Gospel known;
Amongst them did thine Arm appear,
Thy Light and Glory shone.
3 In GOD they boasted all the Day,
And in a chearful Throng
Did Thousands meet to praise and pray,
And Grace was all their Song.
4 But now our Souls are seiz'd with Shame,
Confusion fills our Face,
To hear the Enemy blaspheme,
And Fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our GOD,
Nor falsely dealt with Heav'n,
Nor have our Steps declin'd the Road
Of Duty thou hast giv'n.
6 Tho' Dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive Breath,
And thine own Hand has bruis'd us sore
Hard by the Gates of Death.
Pause.
7 We are expos'd all Day to die
As Martyrs for thy Cause,
As Sheep for Slaughter, bound we lie
By sharp and bloody Laws.
8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted Grace?
Why should we look like Men abhorr'd
Or banish'd from thy Face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our Cries?
For ever hide thine heav'nly Love
From our afflicted Eyes?
10 Down to the Dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the Ground;
Rise for our Help, rebuke the Proud,
And all their Pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual Shame,
Our Saviour and our GOD:
We plead the Honours of thy Name,
The Merits of thy Blood.
Topics: Patience under persecutions; Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith; Persecutors complained of Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
The Church's Complaint on Persecution
The church's complaint in persecution
Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #88 (1791) First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonder of their days;
2 They saw the beauteous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n.
6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruiz'd us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.
Pause.
7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace!
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
The church's complaint in persecution
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