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Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #74 (1786) Topics: Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted; Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted First Line: Blest is the man, whose breast can move Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, whose breast can move,
And melt with pity to the poor,
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-saints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief.
More good than his own hands can do;
He in the time of general grief
Shall find the Lord has mercy too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or if he languish on his couch
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven. Scripture: Psalm 31:1-3 Languages: English
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #74 (1790) Topics: Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted; Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted First Line: Blest is the man, whose breast can move Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, whose breast can move,
And melt with pity to the poor,
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-saints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief.
More good than his own hands can do;
He in the time of general grief
Shall find the Lord has mercy too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drouth, and pestilence, and death,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or if he languish on his couch
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven. Scripture: Psalm 41:1-3 Languages: English
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #80 (1786) Topics: Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted; Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted First Line: Blest is the man, whose breast can move Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, whose breast can move,
And melt with pity to the poor,
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-saints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do;
He in the time of general grief
Shall find the Lord has mercy too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or if he languish on his couch
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven. Scripture: Psalm 31:1-3 Languages: English
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #80 (1787) Topics: Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted; Afflicted pity to them; Afflictions hope in them; Pity to the afflicted First Line: Blest is the man, whose breast can move Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, whose breast can move,
And melt with pity to the poor,
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-saints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do;
He in the time of general grief
Shall find the Lord has mercy too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or if he languish on his couch
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven. Scripture: Psalm 31:1-3 Languages: English
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #99 (1786) Topics: Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Their rage is level'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
Pause.
7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #99 (1790) Topics: Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Their rage is level'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 O were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
Pause.
7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #106 (1786) Topics: Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Their rage is level'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
Pause.
7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #106 (1787) Topics: Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Their rage is level'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
Pause.
7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
"Stricken, smitten and afflicted"
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #126 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: "Stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted" Lyrics: 1 "Stricken, smitten and afflicted,"
See him dying on the tree!
'Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, 'tis he! 'tis he!
'Tis the long expected prophet,
David's son, yet David's Lord;
Proofs I see sufficient of it:
'Tis the true and faithful word.
2 Tell me, ye who hear him groaning,
Was there ever grief like his?
Friends through fear His cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress:
Many hands were rais'd to wound him,
None would interpose to save;
But the awful stroke that pierced him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.
3 Ye who think of sin but lightly,
Nor suppose the evil great;
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the sacrifice appointed!
See who bears the awful load;
'Tis the WORD, the Lord's ANOINTED,
Son of man and Son of God.
4 Here we have a firm foundation;
Here's the refuge of the lost:
Christ's the rock of our salvation:
His the name of which we boast:
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded!
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built. Scripture: Isaiah 53:4
"Stricken, smitten and afflicted"
O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave
Hymnal: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #226 (1870) Meter: 11.11.11.11 Topics: Church Afflicted Lyrics: 1 O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave,
Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save;
With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismay'd,
In toiling and rowing, thy strength is decay'd.
2 Loud roaring, the billows now nigh o’erwhelm,
But skilful’s the Pilot who sits at the helm;
His wisdom conducts thee, His power thee defends;
In safety and quiet thy warfare He ends.
3 "O fearful! O faithless!" in mercy He cries;
“My promise, my truth, are they small in thine eyes?
Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand;
Through tempest and tossing I’ll bring thee to land."
Languages: English
O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #127 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Now I'm convinc'd, the Lord is kind Lyrics: 1 Now I’m convinc'd, the Lord is kind
To men of heart sincere,
Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd,
And border'd on despair.
2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
“How pleasant and profane they live!
"How peaceful is their death!
3 "With well fed flesh and haughty eyes
"They lay their fears to sleep;
"Against the heavens their slanders rise,
"While saints in silence weep.
4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray,
"And cleanse my heart in vain;
"For I am chastened all the day,
"The night renews my pain."
5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints,
I felt my heart reprove;
"Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,
"And grieve the men I love."
6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe;
'Till I retir'd to search thy word,
And learn thy secrets there.
7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner’s feet
High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.
8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,
'Till at thy frown he fell;
His honours in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.
9 Lord what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast!
Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace,
And think the wicked blest.
10 Yet I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown:
That blessed hand that broke the snare,
Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #127 (1790) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind Lyrics: 1 Now I’m convinc'd the Lord is kind
To men of heart sincere,
Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd,
And border'd on despair.
2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
“How pleasant and profane they live!
"How peaceful is their death!
3 "With well fed flesh and haughty eyes
"They lay their fears to sleep;
"Against the heavens their slanders rise,
"While saints in silence weep.
4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray,
"And cleanse my heart in vain;
"For I am chastened all the day,
"The night renews my pain."
5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints,
I felt my heart reprove;
"Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,
"And grieve the men I love."
6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe;
'Till I retir'd to search thy word,
And learn thy secrets there.
7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner’s feet
High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.
8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,
'Till at thy frown he fell;
His honors in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.
9 Lord what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast;
Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace,
And think the wicked blest.
10 Yet I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown:
That blessed hand that broke the snare,
Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #136 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Now I'm convinc'd, the Lord is kind Lyrics: 1 Now I’m convinc'd, the Lord is kind
To men of heart sincere,
Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd,
And border'd on despair.
2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
“How pleasant and profane they live!
"How peaceful is their death!
3 "With well fed flesh and haughty eyes
"They lay their fears to sleep;
"Against the heavens their slanders rise,
"While saints in silence weep.
4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray,
"And cleanse my heart in vain;
"For I am chastened all the day,
"The night renews my pain."
5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints,
I felt my heart reprove;
"Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,
"And grieve the men I love."
6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe;
'Till I retir'd to search thy word,
And learn thy secrets there.
7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner’s feet
High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.
8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,
'Till at thy frown he fell;
His honours in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.
9 Lord what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast!
Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace,
And think the wicked blest.
10 Yet I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown:
That blessed hand that broke the snare,
Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #136 (1787) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflicted Saints happy First Line: Now I'm convinc'd, the Lord is kind Lyrics: 1 Now I’m convinc'd, the Lord is kind
To men of heart sincere,
Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd,
And border'd on despair.
2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
“How pleasant and profane they live!
"How peaceful is their death!
3 "With well fed flesh and haughty eyes
"They lay their fears to sleep;
"Against the heavens their slanders rise,
"While saints in silence weep.
4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray,
"And cleanse my heart in vain;
"For I am chastened all the day,
"The night renews my pain."
5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints,
I felt my heart reprove;
"Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,
"And grieve the men I love."
6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe;
'Till I retir'd to search thy word,
And learn thy secrets there.
7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner’s feet
High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.
8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,
'Till at thy frown he fell;
His honors in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.
9 Lord what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast!
Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace,
And think the wicked blest.
10 Yet I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown:
That blessed hand that broke the snare,
Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English
Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed
A Prayer of the Afflicted
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #179 (1740) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflicted very great First Line: Hear me, O GOD, nor hide thy Face Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O GOD, nor hide thy Face;
But answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a Throne of Grace,
To hear when Winners cry?
2 My Days are wasted like the Smoke
Dissolving in the Air;
My Strength is dry'd, my Heart is broke,
And sinking in Despair.
3 My Spirits flag like with'ring Grass
Burnt with excessive Heat;
In secret Groans my Minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely Building's Top
The Sparrow tells her Moan,
Far from the Tents of Joy and Hope
I sit and grieve alone.
5 My Soul is like a Wilderness,
Where Beasts of Midnight howl;
There the sad Raven finds her Place,
And there the screaming Owl.
6 Dark dismal Thoughts, and boding Fears,
Dwell in my troubled Breast;
While sharp Reproaches wound my Ears,
Nor give my Spirit Rest.
7 My Cup is mingled with my Woes,
And Tears are my Repast;
My daily Bread, like Ashes, grows
Unpleasant to my Taste.
8 Sense can afford no real Joy
To Souls that feel thy Frown;
Lord, 'twas thy Hand advanc'd me high,
Thy Hand hath cast me down.
9 My Looks like withered Leaves appear;
And Life's declining Light
Grows faint, as Ev'ning Shadows are
That vanish into Might.
10 But Thou for ever art the same,
O my Eternal GOD;
Ages to come shall know thy Name,
And spread thy Works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy Face,
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond th' appointed Hour of Grace,
That long-expected Day.
12 He hears his Saints, he knows their Cry,
And by mysterious Ways
Redeems the Prisoners doom'd to die,
And fills their Tongues with Praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English
A Prayer of the Afflicted
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #76a (1740) Topics: Pity to the Afflicted First Line: Blest is the Man whose Bowels move Lyrics: 1 Blest is the Man whose Bowels move,
And melt with Pity to the Poor;
Whose Soul, by sympathizing Love,
Feels what his Fellow-Saints endure.
2 His Heart contrives for their Relief
More Good than his own Hands can do;
He, in the Time of gen'ral Grief,
Shall find the Lord has Bowels too.
3 His Soul shall live secure on Earth,
With secret Blessings on his Head,
When Drought, and Pestilence, and Dearth
Around him multiply their Dead.
4 Or, if he languish on his Couch,
God will pronounce his Sins forgiv'n,
Will save him with a healing Touch,
Or take his willing Soul to Heav'n. Scripture: Psalm 41:1-3 Languages: English
Charity to the Poor; or Pity to the Afflicted
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #100 (1740) Topics: Support for the afflicted and tempted First Line: O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries Lyrics: 1 O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries,
Behold my flowing Tears;
For Earth and Hell my Hurt devise,
And triumph in my Fears.
2 Their Rage is levell'd at my Life,
My Soul with Guilt they load,
And fill my Thoughts with inward Strife,
To shake my Hope in GOD.
3 With inward Pain my Heart-strings sound,
I groan with ev'ry Breath;
Horror and Fear beset me round
Amongst the Shades of Death.
4 O were I like a feather'd Dove,
And Innocence had Wings;
I'd fly, and make a long Remove,
From all these restless Things.
5 Let me to some wild Desart go,
And find a peaceful Home;
Where Storms of Malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
6 Vain hopes, and vain Intentions all
To 'scape the Rage of Hell!
The mighty GOD, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
Pause.
7 By Morning-Light I'll seek his Face,
At Noon repeat my Cry;
The Night shall hear me ask his Grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 GOD shall preserve my Soul from Fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten Thousand Angels must appear,
If he command their Aid.
9 I cast my Burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My Courage rests upon his Word,
That Saints shall never fall.
9 My highest Hopes shall not be vain,
My Lips shall spread his Praise;
While cruel and deceitful Men
Scarce live out Half their Days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Saints chastised, and Sinners destroyed; or, Instructive Afflictions
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #167 (1740) Topics: Afflicted Instruction by them; Afflicted of Saints and Sinners different; Afflicted sanctified; Instructive Affliction First Line: O GOD! to whom Revenge belongs Lyrics: 1 O GOD! to whom Revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy Wrath aloud;
Let sov'reign Pow'r redress our Wrongs,
Let Justice smite the Proud.
2 They say, The Lord nor sees nor hears;
When will the Fools be wise?
Can he be deaf, who form'd their Ears?
Or blind, who made their Eyes?
3 He knows their impious Thoughts are vain,
And they shall feel his Pow'r;
His Wrath shall pierce their Souls with Pain
In some surprising Hour.
4 But if thy Saints deserve Rebuke,
Thou hast a gentler Rod;
Thy Providences and thy Book
Shall make them know their GOD.
5 Blest is the Man thy Hands chastise,
And to his Duty draw;
Thy Scourges make thy Children wise
When they forget thy Law.
6 But GOD will ne'er cast off his Saints,
Nor his own Promise break;
He pardons his Inheritance
For their Redeemer's Sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:1-2 Languages: English
Saints chastised, and Sinners destroyed; or, Instructive Afflictions
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind an dBody
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #262b (1740) Topics: Afflicted from Men; Afflicted their prayer; Afflicted very great; Hope in Affliction First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD,
Hear when I spread my Hands abroad,
And cry for Succour from thy Throne,
O make thy truth and Mercy known!
2 Let Judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy Servant pleads thy Grace:
Should Justice call us to thy Bar,
No Man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in Pity, Lord, and see
The mighty Woes that burthen me;
Down to the Dust my Life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in Darkness and unseen;
My Heart is desolate within;
My Thoughts in musing Silence trace
The ancient Wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a Glimpse of Hope
To bear my sinking Spirits up;
I stretch my Hands to GOD again,
And thirst like parched Lands for Rain.
6 For Thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn:
When will thy smiling Face return?
Shall all my Joys on Earth remove?
And GOD, for ever hide his Love?
7 My GOD, thy long Delay to save
Will sink thy Pris'ner to the Grave;
My Heart grows faint, and dim mine Eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The Night is Witness to my Tears,
Distressing Pains, distressing Fears;
O might I hear thy Morning Voice,
How would my weary'd Pow'rs rejoice!
9 In Thee I trust, to Thee I sigh,
And lift my heavy Soul on high;
For Thee sit waiting all the Day,
And wear the tiresome Hours away.
10 Break off my Fetters, Lord, and show
Which is the Path my Feet should go;
If Snares and Foes beset the Road,
I flee to hide me near my GOD.
11 Teach me to do thy holy Will,
And lead me to thy heav'nly Hill;
Let the good Spirit of thy Love
Conduct me to thy Courts above.
12 Then shall my Soul no more complain,
The Tempter then shall rage in vain;
And Flesh, that was my Foe before,
Shall never vex my Spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind an dBody
Let sinners take their course
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #100 (1786) Topics: Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Afflicted supported; Support for the afflicted and tempted Lyrics: 1 Let sinners take their course,
And chuse the road to death;
But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.
2 My thoughts address his throne,
When morning brings the light;
I'll seek his blessing every noon,
And pay my vows at night.
3 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God,
While sinners perish in surprise
Beneath thine angry rod.
4 Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.
5 But I with all my cares
Will lean upon the Lord;
I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.
6 His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love;
The ground on which their safety stands,
No earthly power can move. Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
Let sinners take their course
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