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My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P143 (1766) Topics: Afflicted from Men; Afflicted their prayer; Afflicted very great; Hope in Affliction 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

My never ceasing Songs shall show

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P89b (1766) Topics: Afflicted without Rejection; Afflicted without Rejection Lyrics: 1 My never ceasing Songs shall show The Mercies of the Lord; And make succeeding Ages know How faithful is his Word. 2 The sacred Truths his Lips pronounce Shall firm as Heav'n endure; And if he speak a Oromise once, Th' eternal Grace is sure. 3 How long the Race of David held The promis'd Jewish Throne! But there's a nobler Cov'nant seal'd To David's greater Son. 4 His Seed for ever shall possess A Throne above the Skies; The meanest Subjects of his Grace Shall to that Glory rise. 5 Lord GOD of Hosts, thy wond'rous Ways Are sung by Saints above; And Saints on Earth their Honours raise To thy unchanging Love. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English

My God, my King, thy various praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #2 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflicted and tempted, supported Lyrics: My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song. The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows an endless stream; Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let Britain round her shores proclaim The sound and honor of thy name. Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise, And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue. But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds? Vast and unsearchable thy ways, Vast and immortal be thy praise! Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English

My God, I thank Thee, Who hast made

Author: Adelaide A. Procter Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #624 (1894) Meter: 8.4 Topics: For the Sick and Afflicted Lyrics: 1 My God, I thank Thee, Who hast made The earth so bright,; So full of splendor and of joy, Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, Noble and right. 2 I thank Thee too that Thou hast made Joy to abound; So many gentle thoughts and deeds Circling us round. That in the darkest spot of earth Some love is found. 3 I thank Thee more that all our joy Is touched with pain; That shadows fall on brightest hours; That thorns remain; So that earth's bliss may be our guide, And not our chain. 4 For Thou Who knowest, Lord, how soon Our weak heart clings, Hast given us joys, tender and true, Yet all with wings; So that we see, gleaming on high, Diviner things. 5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept The best in store; We have enough, yet not too much To long for more: A yearning for a deeper peace, Not known before. 6 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls, Though amply blest, Can never find, although they seek, A perfect rest; Nor ever shall, until they lean On Jesus' breast. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [My God, I thank Thee, Who hast made]

My times are in Thy hand

Author: W. F. Lloyd Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #626 (1894) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: For the Sick and Afflicted First Line: "My times are in Thy hand" Lyrics: 1 "My times are in Thy hand;" My God, I wish them there; My life, my friends, my soul, I leave Entirely to Thy care. 2 "My times are in Thy hand," Whatever they may be; Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, As best may seem to Thee. 3 "My times are in Thy hand:" Why should I doubt or fear? My Father's hand will never cause His child a needless tear. 4 "My times are in Thy hand," Jesus the crucified! The hand my cruel sins had pierced Is now my guard and guide. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [My times are in Thy hand]

My Jesus, as Thou wilt!

Author: Jane Borthwick; Rev. B. Schmolck Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #634 (1894) Topics: For the Sick and Afflicted Lyrics: 1 My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Oh, may Thy will be mine! Into Thy hand of love I would my all resign; Through sorrow, or through joy, Conduct me as Thine own; And help me still to say, My Lord, Thy will be done! 2 My Jesus, as Thou wilt! Though seen through many a tear, Let not my star of hope Grow dim or disappear; Since Thou on earth hast wept, And sorrowed oft alone, If I must weep with Thee, My Lord, Thy will be done! 3 My Jesus, as Thou wilt! All shall be well for me; Each changing future scene I gladly trust with Thee; Straight to my home above I travel calmly on, And sing, in life or death, My Lord, Thy will be done! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: [My Jesus, as Thou wilt]

My Soul, repeat his Praise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103d (1766) Topics: Afflicted gentle Lyrics: 1 My Soul, repeat his Praise, Whose Mercies are so great; Whose Anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 GOD will not always chide; And when his Strokes are felt, His Strokes are fewer than our Crimes, And lighter than our Guilt. 3 High as the Heav'ns are raised Above the Ground we tread, So far the Riches of his Grace Our highest Thoughts exceed. 4 His Pow'r subdues our Sins, And his forgiving Love, Far as the East is from the West, Doth all our Guilt remove. 5 The Pity of the Lord, To those that fear his Name, Is such as tender Parents feel; He knows our feeble Frame. 6 He knows we are but Dust, Scatter'd with every Breath: His Anger, like a rising Wind, Can send us swift to Death. 7 Our Days are as the Grass, Or like the Morning Flow'r; If one sharp Blast sweeps o'er the Field It withers in an Hour. 8 But thy Compassion, Lord, To endless Years endure; And Children's Children ever find Thy Words of Promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English