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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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

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