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Blest is the man who shuns the place

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #3 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 1 Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man who shuns the place, Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat: 2 But in the statutes of the Lord Has plac'd his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 [He, like a plant of gen'rous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state.] 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine,, While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. 5 Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Among the sons of grace, When Christ, the judge, at his right hand, Appoints his saints a place. 7 His eye beholds the path they tread; His heart approves it well: But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell. Languages: English

The man is ever blest

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #4 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 1 Lyrics: 1 The man is ever blest Who shuns the sinner's ways, Amongst their counsels never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place: 2 But makes the law of God His study and delight, Amidst the labors of the day, And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live; His works are heav'nly fruit. 4 Not so th' ungoldy race, They no such blessings find: Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to stand Before that judgment seat, Where all the saints at Christ's right hand In full assembly meet? 6 He knows and he approves The ways the righteous go: But sinners, and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow. Languages: English

Happy the man whose cautious feet

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #5a (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 1 Lyrics: 1 Happy the man whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go, Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning light Among the statutes of the Lord, And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure pond'ring o'er the word. 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green: And Heav'n will shine with kindest beams On ev'ry work his hands begin. 4 But sinners find their counsels crost; As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff'rent place. 6 'Strait is the Way my saints have trod, 'I blest the path, and drew it plain: 'But you would choose the crooked road, 'And down it leads to endless pain.' Languages: English

Maker and sov'reign Lord

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #5b (1790) Scripture: Psalm 2 Lyrics: 1 [Maker and sov'reign Lord Of heav'n, and earth, and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees. 2 The things so long foretold By David are fulfill'd; When Jews and Gentiles join to slay Jesus, thy holy child.] 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews, with one accord, Bend all their counsels to destroy Th' Anointed of the Lord? 4 Rulers and kings agree To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powrs' unite, Against his Christ they join. 5 The Lord derides their rage, And will support his throne; He that hath rais'd him from the dead, Hath own'd him for his Son. 6 Now he's ascended high, To rule the subject earth; The merit of his blood he pleads, And pleads his heav'nly birth. Pause. 7 He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance; Far as the world's remotest ends His kingdom shall advance. 8 The nations that rebel, Must feel his iron rod; He'll vindicate those honors well Which he receiv'd from God. 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at his throne; With trembling joy, ye people, bow To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place; Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.] Languages: English

Why did the nations join to slay

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #7 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 2 Lyrics: 1 Why did the nations join to slay The Lords anointed son? Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down? 2 The lord that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below; He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through. 3 'I call him my eternal son, 'And raise him from the dead: 'I make my holy hill his throne, 'And wide his kingdom spread. 4 'Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy, 'The utmost Heathen lands: 'Thy rod of iron shall destroy 'The rebel that withstands.' 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th’ anointed Lord; Adore the King of heav'nly birth, And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love address his throne: For if he frown, ye die: Those are secure, and those alone, Who on his grace rely. Languages: English

Why did the Jews proclaim their rage

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #8 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 2 Lyrics: 1 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage, The Romans, why their swords employ, Against the Lord their pow'rs engage, His dear Anointed to destroy? 2 'Come, let us break his bands,' they say, 'This man shall never give us laws;' And thus they cast his yoke away, And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls; He'll smite their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. 4 'I will maintain the King I made, 'On Zion's everlasting hill; 'My hand shall bring him from the dead, 'And he shall stand your sov'reign still. 5 [His wond'rous rising from the earth, Makes his eternal Godhead known: The Lord declares his heav'nly birth, 'This day have I begot my Son. 6 'Ascend, my Son, to my right hand, 'There thou shalt ask, and I bestow 'The utmost bounds of Heathen land; 'To thee their northern isles shall bow.'] 7 But nations that resist his grace Shall fall beneath his iron stroke; His rod shall crush his foes with ease, As potter's earthen work I broke. Pause. 8 Now ye who sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord the Lamb: Now to his feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his name. 9 With humble love address the Son, Lest he grow angry, and ye die; His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke his jealousy. 10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell: He is a God, and ye but dust; Happy the souls that know him well, And make his grace their only trust. Languages: English

My God, how many are my fears!

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #9 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 3 Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heav'n, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiv'n. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread; Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from this holy hill He bow'd a list'ning ear: I call'd my Father and my God, And he subdu'd my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing: My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Languages: English

O Lord, how many are my foes

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #10 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose; But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry: Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid, I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Tho' I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Languages: English

O God of grace and rigteousness

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #11 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 4:1-3 Lyrics: 1 O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain: Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Savior's name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears the cry of penitents, For the dear sake of Christ that dy'd. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, 'Who will bestow some earthly good?' But, Lord, thy light and love we pray, Our souls desire this heav'nly food. 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice At grace and favors so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice, For all their corn and all their wine. Languages: English

Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #12a (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 4:3-5 Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray, I am for ever thine; I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and bus'ness free, ’Tis sweet conversing on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice; And when my work is done, Great God! my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus, with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I’ll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. Languages: English

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #12b (1790) Scripture: Psalm 4:3-5 Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my pray'r, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right-hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there: I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness! Make ev'ry path of duty straight, And plain before my face. Pause. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design, To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust, For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfil'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Languages: English

In anger, Lord, rebuke me not

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #14 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 6 Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries; Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans; And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sov'reign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Languages: English

Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #15a (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness doth chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise. 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal. 3 See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair: But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. Languages: English

My trust is in my heav'nly friend

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #15b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 7 Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heav'nly friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear; As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliv'rer’s near. 3 IfI had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honor low. 4 If there be malice found in me, (I know thy piercing eyes) I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power controul; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my soul. Pause. 6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust: Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright; His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, But there themselves are cast: My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.] 9 That cruel persecuting race, Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. Languages: English

O Lord, our heav'nly King

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #17 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 8 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine. 2 When to thy works on high I raise my wond'ring eyes, And see the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies. 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms; Lord, what is man! that worthless thing, A kin to dust and worms? 4 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou should'st love him so? Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And Lord of all below. 5 Thine honors crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wond'rous are thy ways! Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame A monument of praise. 7 [Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings thou canst draw Surprising honors to thy name, And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine.] Languages: English

O Lord, our God, how wond'rous great

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #18 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 8 Lyrics: 1 O Lord our God, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state, Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold your works on high, The moon that rules the night, The stars that well adorn the sky, Those moving worlds of light; 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou shouldst visit him with grace, And love my nature so; 4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than the angels are, To save a dying worm? [5 Yet while he liv'd on earth, unknown, And man would not adore, Th' obedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his pow'r. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 These smaller glories of the Son, Shone thro' the fleshly cloud: Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.] 8 Let him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death: And be his honors sounded high By all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Languages: English

Almighty Ruler of the skies

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #19 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 8:1-2 Lyrics: 1 Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young, There sounding notes of honor raise; And babes with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy pow'r assist their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground; To still the bold blasphemers' rage, And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidst thy temple throng, To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place. 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests, In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their King. Languages: English

Lord, what was man when made at first

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #20 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 8:3-9 Lyrics: 1 Lord, what was man when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust! That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place; 2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below; Make ev'ry beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet? 3 But O what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state! What honors shall thy Son adorn, Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made, See him in dust amongst the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin: But he shall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall, New made, and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Savior's feet. Languages: English

With my whole heart I'll raise my song

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #21a (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 9 Lyrics: 1 With my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim: Thou sov'reign Judge of right and wrong, Wilt put my foes to shame. 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace: My God prepares his throne, To judge the world in righteousness, And make his vengeance known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove, For all the poor opprest: To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. 4 The men that know thy name will trust In thy abundant grace, For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly sought thy face. 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill; Who executes his threatning word, And doth his grace fulfil. Languages: English

When the great Judge supreme and just

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #21b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 9:12-20 Lyrics: 1 When the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood, The humble souls that mourn in dust, Shall find a faithful God. 2 He from the dreadful gates of death, Does his own children raise: In Zion’s gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father’s praise. 3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet, Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep counsels known! When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. Pause. 5 The wicked shall sink down to Hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought, And wait and long complain, Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. 7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain; Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] Languages: English

Why doth the Lord stand off so far

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #23 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 10 Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far, And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour? 3 They put thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand, Attend our humble cry: No enemy shall dare to stand, When God ascends on high. Pause. 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say with foolish pride, 'The God of heaven will ne'er engage 'To fight on Zion's side?' 6 But thou forever art our Lord, And pow'rful is thine hand; As when the Heathens felt thy sword, And perish'd from thy land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear: He hearkens what his children say, And puts the world in fear. 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust. Languages: English

My refuge is the God of love

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #24 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 11 Lyrics: 1 My refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry, 'Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove, 'To distant woods or mountains fly? 2 If government be once destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heav'n hath fix'd his throne; His eyes survey the world below; To him all mortal things are known; His eyelids search our spirits thro'. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear; His very soul abhors their ways. 5 On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests and brimstone, fire and death; Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom, with his angry breath. 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. Languages: English

Lord, if thou dost not soon appear

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #25 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 12 Lyrics: 1 Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole discourse when neighbors meet, Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. 4 'Yet shall our words be free,' they cry; 'Our tongues shall be controul'd by none: 'Where is the Lord will ask us why, 'Or say our lips are not our own?' 5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. 6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear: Not silver, seven times purified From dross and mixture, shines so clear. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm: Tho' when the vilest men have pow'r, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm. Languages: English

Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #26 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 12 Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion looses ground; The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatt'rer’s part: With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, How is their fury stirr'd! 'Are not our lips our own,' they cry, 'And who shall be our Lord?' 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, And bears the sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold; 6 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on? Hast thou not giv'n this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 'Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, 'And make oppressors flee: 'I shall appear to their surprise, 'And set my servants free.' 8 Thy word, like silver sev'n times try'd, Thro' ages shall endure: The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find the promise sure. Languages: English

How long O Lord, shall I complain

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #27 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 13 Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord, shall I complain, Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide, And I still pray, and be deny'd? 2 Shall I forever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my soul thine absence mourn? And still despair of thy return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief: If thou withhold'st thy heav'nly Light, I sleep in everlasting night. 5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost! But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. 6 Whate'er my foes or fears suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest: My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. Languages: English

How long wilt thou conceal thy face?

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #28 (1790) Scripture: Psalm 13 Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts, He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace Whence all my hopes are hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And vict'ry shall be sung. Languages: English

Fools in their hearts believe and say

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #29a (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 14 Lyrics: 1 Fools in their hearts believe and say, 'That all religion’s vain; 'There is no God that reigns on high, 'Or minds th’ affairs of men.' 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. 3 The Lord from his celestial throne Look'd down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, Or did his justice know. 4 By nature all are gone astray; Their practice all the same: There’s none that fears his Maker’s hand; There’s none that loves his name. 5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit; Their slanders never cease: How swift to mischief are their feet! Nor know the paths of peace! 6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) In ev'ry heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 'Till grace refine the ground. Languages: English

Are sinners now so senseless grown

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #29b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 14 Lyrics: 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour; And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful pow'r? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust, Great God, confound their pride! 4 O that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Languages: English

Who shall inhabit in thy hill

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #30 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 15 Lyrics: 1 Who shall inhabit in thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace? 2 The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker’s promises, And follows his commands. 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbor wrong. 4 The wealthy sinners he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord; And tho' to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. 5 His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never wrong the poor: This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his heav'n secure. Languages: English

Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #31 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 15 Lyrics: 1 Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man who minds religion now, And humbly walk with God below; 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, Whose lips shall speak the things they mean: No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbor's hurt; Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honor'd in his eyes.] 4 [Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes his promise good; Nor dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears.] 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold: While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door.] 6 He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face; And doth to all men still the same, That he would hope or wish from them. 7 Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone; This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell forever, Lord, with thee. Languages: English

Preserve me, Lord, in time of need

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #32a (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 16 Lyrics: 1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need, For succor to thy throne I flee; But have no merits there to plead; My goodness cannot reach to thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest, How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make thee blest, Nor add new glories to thy name. 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know. 4 Let others choose the sons of mirth To give a relish to their wine: I love the men of heav'nly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine. Languages: English

How fast their guilt and sorrows rise

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #32b (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 16 Lyrics: 1 How fast their guilt and sorrows rise, Who haste to seek some idol god! I will not taste their sacrifice, Their offerings of forbidden blood. 2 My God provides a richer cup, And nobler food to live upon; He for my life has offer'd up Jesus, his best beloved Son. 3 His love is my perpetual feast; By day his counsels guide me right; And be his name forever blest, Who gives me sweet advice by night. 4 I set him still before mine eyes; At my right hand he stands prepar'd To keep my soul from all surprise, And be my everlasting guard. Languages: English

When God is nigh, my faith is strong

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #33 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 16 Lyrics: 1 When God is nigh, my faith is strong, His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2 Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust and rise on high: Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way Up to thy throne above the sky. 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discov'ries of thy grace (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly joys through all the place. Languages: English

I set the Lord before my face

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #34b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 16 Lyrics: 1 'I set the Lord before my face, 'He bears my courage up; 'My heart, my tongue, their joys express; 'My flesh shall rest in hope. 2 'My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 'Where souls departed are; 'Nor quit my body to the grave, 'To see corruption there. 3 'Thou wilt reveal the path of life, 'And raise me to thy throne: 'Thy courts immortal pleasure give, 'Thy presence joys unknown.' 4 [Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung, And Providence fulfils the word Of his prophetic tongue. 5 Jesus, whom every saint adores, Was crucify'd and slain; Behold, the tomb its prey restores, Behold, he lives again! 6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heav'ns eternal hill? There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smiles.] Languages: English

Save me, o Lord, from ev'ry foe

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #34a (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 16:1-8 Lyrics: 1 Save me, O Lord, from every foe; In thee my trust I place; Tho' all the good that I can do Can ne'er deserve thy grace. 2 Yet if my God prolong my breath, The saints may profit by't; The saints, the glory of the earth, The men of my delight. 3 Let Heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood or stone; But my delightful lot is cast Where the true God is known. 4 His hand provides my constant food, He fills my daily cup: Much am I pleas'd with present good, But more rejoice in hope. 5 God is my portion and my joy; His counsels are my light: He gives me sweet advice by day, And gentle hints by night. 6 My soul would all her thoughts approve, To his all seeing eye; Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move, While such a friend is nigh. Languages: English

Lord, I am thine: but thou wilt prove

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #36 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 17 Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am thine: but thy wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below; ’Tis all the happiness they know, ’Tis all they seek: they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs, 3 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine: I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 4 His life’s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there? 5 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more controul The sacred pleasures of the soul. 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Savior’s image rise. Languages: English

Arise my gracious God

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #35 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 17:13-15 Lyrics: 1 Arise, my gracious God, And make the wicked flee; They are but thy chastising rod To drive thy saints to thee. 2 Behold the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain; Here in this life his pleasure lies, And all beyond is pain. 3 Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store; The Lord is my inheritance, My soul can wish no more. 4 I shall behold the face Of my forgiving God; And stand complete in righteousness, Wash'd in my Savior's blood. 5 There's a new heaven begun When I awake from death, Dress'd in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath. Languages: English

We love thee, Lord, and we adore

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #40 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 18 Lyrics: 1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore: Now is thine arm reveal'd: Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r, Our bulwark and our shield. 2 We fly to our eternal rock, And find a sure defence: His holy name our lips invoke, And draw salvation thence. 3 When God, our leader, shines in arms, What mortal heart can bear The thunder of his loud alarms, The lightning of his spear? 4 He rides upon the winged wind, And angels in array In millions wait to know his mind, And swift as flames obey. 5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke Whole armies are dismay'd: His voice, his frown, his angry look, Strikes all their courage dead. 6 He forms our generals for the field, With all their dreadful skill: Gives them his awful sword to wield, And makes their hearts of steel. 7 [He arms our captains to the fight, (Tho' there his name's forgot:) He girded Cyrus with his might, But Cyrus knew him not. 8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest For his own church's sake: The pow'rs that give his people rest, Shall of his care partake. Languages: English

To thine almighty arm we owe

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #41 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 18 Lyrics: 1 To thine almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day: Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their strength away. 2 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail, And break united pow'rs; Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale The proudest of their tow'rs. 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field, And trod them to the ground, While thy salvation was our shield, But they no shelter found! 4 In vain to idol saints they cry, And perish in their blood: Where is a rock so great, so high, So pow'rful as our God? 5 The rock of Israel ever lives; His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives, And gives his people rest. 6 On kings that reign as David did He pours his blessings down; Secures their honors to their seed, And well supports their crown. Languages: English

Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #37 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 18:1-6 Lyrics: 1 Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defence, Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence. 2 Death and the terrors of the grave; Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptation rose, And made my sinking soul afraid. 3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell, With endless pains and sorrows there; Which none but they that feel can tell While I was hurried to despair. 4 In my distress I call'd 'my God,' When I could scarce believe him mine; He bow'd his ear to my complaint; Then did his grace appear divine. 5 [With speed he flew to my relief, As on a cherub’s wing he rode: Awful and bright as lightning shone The face of my deliv'rer God.] 6 [Temptations fled at his rebuke, The blast of his almighty breath: He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the depths of death.] 7 Great were my fears, my foes were great, Much was their strength, and more their rage: But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still, In all the wars that devils wage. 8 My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord, Due to his mercy and his power. Languages: English

Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #38 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 18:20-26 Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere, Hast made thy truth and love appear: Before mine eyes I set thy laws, And thou hast own'd my righteous cause. 2 Since I have learn'd thy holy ways, I've walk'd upright before thy face, Or if my feet did e'er depart, 'Twas never with a wicked heart. 3 What sore temptations broke my rest! What wars and strugglings in my breast! But thro' thy grace that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin. 4 That sin which close besets me still, That works and strives against my will; When shall thy spirit's sov'reign power Destroy it that it rise no more? 5 [With an impartial hand the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward; The kind and faithful souls shall find A God as faithful and as kind. 6 The just and pure shall ever say, Thou art more pure, more just than they; And men that love revenge shall know God hath an arm of vengeance too] Languages: English

Just are thy ways, and true thy word

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #39 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 18:30-31 Lyrics: 1 Just are thy ways, and true thy word Great rock of my secure abode: Who is a God beside the Lord? Or where's a refuge like our God? 2 'Tis he that girds me with his might, Gives me his holy sword to wield: And while with sin and hell I fight, Spreads his salvation for my shield. 3 He lives (and blessed be my rock!) The God of my salvation lives, The dark designs of hell are broke; Sweet is the peace my father gives. 4 Before the scoffers of the age, I will exalt my Father's name, Nor tremble at their mighty rage, But meet reproach, and bear the shame. 5 To David and his royal seed Thy grace for ever shall extend, Thy love to saints in Christ their head Knows not a limit nor an end. Languages: English

Behold the lofty sky

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #42 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 19 Lyrics: 1 Behold the lofty sky Declares its maker God, And all the starry works on high Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darkness and the light Still keep their course the same; While day to day, and night to night Divinely teach his name. 3 In ev'ry different land Their gen'ral voice is known; They shew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye Christian lands rejoice; Here he reveals his word: We are not left to nature’s voice To bid us know the Lord. 5 His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; He puts his gospel in our hands, Where our salvation lies. 6 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit; His promises for ever sure, And his rewards are great. 7 [Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight, Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd So much allures the sight. 8 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my king, In my Redeemer’s name.] Languages: English

Behold the morning sun

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #43 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 19 Lyrics: 1 Behold the morning sun Begins his glorious way: His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. 3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgements just! For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O may I never read in vain, But find the path to heav'n. Pause. 5 I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey; Send thy good spirit from above To guide me lest I stray. 6 O who can ever find The errors of his ways? Yet with a bold presumptuous mind I would not dare transgress. 7 Warn me of ev'ry sin, Forgive my secret faults: And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 8 While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Savior and my God. Languages: English

The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #44 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 19 Lyrics: 1 The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, In ev'ry star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest Till through the world thy truth has run: Till Christ has all the nations blest That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of righteousness arise, Bless the dark world with heav'nly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renew'd and sins forgiv'n: Lord cleanse my sins, may soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heav'n. Languages: English

Great God, the heav'n's well order'd frame

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #45 (1790) Scripture: Psalm 19 Lyrics: 1 Great God, the heav'n's well order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name: There thy rich works of wonder shine; A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless power and skill divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light, Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need. 3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journies of the sun, And ev'ry nation knows their voice: The sun, like some young bridegroom drest, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles, and speaks his maker God; All nature joins to shew thy praise. Thus God in ev'ry creature shines: Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is thy book of grace. Pause. 5 I love the volumes of thy word: What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distrest! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 6 From the discov'ries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw: These are my study and delight; Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace pass'd, Appears so pleasing to the sight. 7 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain. Languages: English

Now may the God of pow'r and grace

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #47 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 20 Lyrics: 1 Now may the God of pow'r and grace Attend the people’s humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliverance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends, When bucklers fail and brazen walls; He from his sanctuary sends Succor and strength when Zion calls. 3 Well he remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his salvation is our hope, And in the name of Isr'l's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts. 6 [O may the mem'ry of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight! Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with coward flight.] 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear, Now let our hope be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song. Languages: English

The king, O Lord, with songs of praise

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #48 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 21 Lyrics: 1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise, Shall in thy strength rejoice, And, blest with thy salvation, raise To heav'n his cheerful voice. 2 Thy sure defence, thro' nations round, Hath spread our rising name; And his successful actions crown'd With majesty and fame. 3 Then let the king on God alone For timely aid rely; His mercy shall support the throne, And all our wants supply. 4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand; Thy vengeful arm shall find out those That hate his mild command. 5 When thou against them dost engage, Thy just, but dreadful doom, Shall like a fiery oven's rage, Their hopes and them consume. 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous power declare, And still exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare, For thine almighty name. Languages: English

David rejoic'd in God his strength

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #49a (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 21:1-9 Lyrics: 1 David rejoic'd in God his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace, But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand! Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his command. 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the least request withhold: Blessings of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Honor and majesty divine Around his sacred temples shine: Blest with the favor of thy face, And length of everlasting days. 5 Thy hand shall find out all his foes: And as a firey oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So shall thy wrath devour their souls. Languages: English

Now let our mournful songs record

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #52 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 22 Lyrics: 1 Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When he complain'd in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God. 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook their heads and laugh'd in scorn; 'He rescu'd others from the grave, 'Now let him try himself to save. 3 'This is the man did once pretend 'God was his Father and his friend; 'If God the blessed lov'd him so, 'Why doth he fail to help him now?' 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like raging beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their pow'r. 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he dy'd. 6 But God, his Father heard his cry: Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high; The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. Languages: English

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