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Thrice blest the Man, who ne'er thinks fit

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #1 (1752) Lyrics: 1 Thrice blest the Man, who ne'er thinks fit To walk as wicked Men advise; To stand in Sinners Way, nor sit With those who God, and Man, despise. 2. Whose pious Soul directs his Way By sacred Writ, his sweet Delight, Thro' all the Labours of the Day; And meditates thereon by Night. 3. As planted Trees, by Rivers Sides, Yield timely Fruit, a vast Encrease; So in fresh Verdure he abides, And God his handy work will bless. 4. But those that spurn at sacred Laws, Shall no such Favour with him find; For God will blast them, and their Cause, And whirl, as Chaff, before the Wind. 5 However, in the Judgment Day The Wicked shall not stand the Light; Mix wit the Righteous shall not they, Nor any formal Hypocrite. 6. The Lord, who now with Pleasure view, Will then applaud, the just Man's Way; But who his Name and Word abuse, Shall feel his Wrath, and melt away. Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English

Why do the Heathen furious rage

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #2 (1752) Lyrics: 1 Why do the Heathen furious rage, And in such Tumults join? Why do the People madly storm, And such vain Schemes design? 2 The Gentile Kings unite their Strength, And Israel's Priests contrive; Against the Lord they bend their Force, Against his CHRIST they strive. 3 "Come say they, let us break their Bands "Shall we them Homage pay; "We'll ne'er submit to their hard Yoke, "We'll cast their Cords away. 4 But he that sits in Heav'n, beholds, With a disdainful Smile; The Lord, their feeble Strength derides, Their Malice, and their Guile. 5 Then, in his Wrath, he'll speak aloud. And thunder in their Ears; While hov'ring Vengeance fills their Souls, With dreadful vexing Fears. 6 "Know, mine anointed King, I've fix'd "On Zion's sacred Plot; 7 " 'Tis my Decree; thou art my Son, "This Day I Thee begot. 8 "Ask me, I'll give the Heathen Tribes "For thine Inheritance; "Thro' utmost Bounds of Earth, thy Sway "Shall gloriously advance. 9 "Thou shalt them crush, who dare rebel, "As with an Iron Rod; "Them, as a Potter's Vessel, dasht, "In Pieces spread abroad. 10 Be wise, now, O ye Kings, and hear. Earth's Judges, his mild Voice: 11 Serve ye the Lord with Fear, before Him tremble, and rejoice. 12 Kiss ye the Son, lest flaming Wrath You in your Way surprize; His Wrath's but kindling yet: they're blest Whose Trust on him relies. Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English

Why do the Heathen madly rage

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #3 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Why do the Heathen madly rage. And in assembled Tumults join? Why do rash People thus engage, And such vain fruitless Schemes design? 2. Kings of the Earth their Force unite, And Rulers their deep Plots contrive; Against the Lord they vent their Spite, Against his CHRIST they boldly strive. 3 Come, say they, let us break their Bands, "Shall we our Homage to them pay? "We'll ne'er be Slaves to their Commands, "We'll cast their servile Cords away. 4. But he who sits enthron'd on high, Beholds with a disdainful Smile; The Lord who rules above the Sky, Derides their Strength, their Rage, and Guile. 5. Then to them, in his Wrath, he speaks. While Vengeance in his Thunder rowls; His hot Displeasure on them breaks, And sore Vexation fills their Souls. 6. "Know ye, that I have fix'd the Throne, "Of mine anointed King most sure, "On Zion's sacred Hill alone; "There it forever stands secure. 7 "This is the firm Decree I've made, " 'Tis past in Heav'n, and changeth not; "Thou art my Son, (Jehovah said) " This very Day I Thee begot. 8. "Ask, now, my Son, I'll freely give; "Inherit thou the Heathen Lands; "Thro' utmost Bounds of Earth receive "Subjection to thy just Commands. 9. "Thou shalt them crush, who dare oppose, "As with a massy Iron Rod; "Thou shalt in Pieces dash thy Foes, "As Potters Vessels spread abroad. 10. Be wise, now, O ye Kings, and hear. Ye Judges of the Earth, his Voice: 11. Serve ye the Lord with inward Fear, Before him tremble, and rejoice. 12. Kiss ye the Son, lest in the Way Ye perish, when his Anger glows; Lest kindling Wrath your Crimes repay, Bless'd all in him their Trust repose. Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English

O Lord, my Troublers great are grown

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #4 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Lord, my Troublers great are grown. And many up against me rise, 2. They say, his Soul is left alone. And God all Help to him denies. 3. But thou, Lord, art a Shield to me, And thy Defence is round me spread; Thou art my Glory; I shall see Thee high, in Honour, raise my Head. 4. When, heretofore, my humble Pray'r To God I made, in like Distress, He, from his holy Hill, did hear My Voice, and all my Fears suppress. 5. I then could lay me down, and take My quiet Sleep, secure by Night; And in the Morning safe awake, O Lord, supported by thy Might. 6. Why should I then, be now afraid; Or of thy timely Help despair? Tho', round encamp'd about me, laid, Ten Thousands of the People are. 7. Now rise, O Lord, my God, me save; For all my Foes have felt thy Stroak Full in the Face; and by Thee have The Teeth of wicked Men been broke. 8. Salvation to the Lord alone. As his peculiar Right, pertains; On those thou chusest for thine own. Thy Blessing ever sure remains. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

O God, my Righteousness who art

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #5 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O God, my Righteousness who art, Whene'er I call, give Ear; Thou hast enlarg'd me when distress'd, Have Mercy, now, and hear. 2. Ye Sons of Men, how long will ye My Glory turn to Shame? How long will ye love Vanity And me with Lyes defame? 3. But know, the Lord hath set apart The Godly for his own ; The Lord will hear, when unto him, I make my humble Moan. 4. Then stand in Awe, and do not sin. But commune with thy Heart, While resting on thy Bed, and learn Contentment's noble Art. 5. Offer to God pure Sacrifice, Free from all conscious Blame; Then confidently put your Trust Upon Jehovah's Name 6. While many Worldlings eager cry. Who'l cause us Good to see? The chearing Light, Lord, of thy Face, Let on us lifted be. 7. Then wilt thou fill my Heart with Joy, More lasting, and divine. Than they can boast, whose fruitful Years Encrease their Corn and Wine. 8. Therefore I'll lay me down in Peace, And sweet Repose will take; For me in Confidence to dwell Thou, Lord, alone, do'st make. Scripture: Psalm 4 Languages: English

Unto my Words, O Lord, give Ear

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #6 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Unto my Words, O Lord, give Ear; My secret Meditation weigh; 2. My mournful Cry, in Mercy, hear; My King, my God, to Thee I'll pray. 3. Soon as the op'ning Morn's begun, My humble Voice, thou, Lord, shalt hear; To Thee, I'll, with the rising Sun, Lift up mine Eyes, and make my Pray'r. 4. Thou, Lord, in Sin hast no Delight; Neither shall Evil dwell with Thee; 5. Nor wicked Fools stand in thy Sight; Thou hat'st who work Iniquity. 6. Thou surely wilt them all destroy, That raise, and spread, pernicious Lies; The Lord abhors such as employ Themselves in Blood, and Guile devise. 7. But I, thro' thine abundant Grace, Again shall to thy House repair; And now, towards thy holy Place, I look, and worship, in thy Fear. 8. Lord, lead me in thy Righteousness, My spiteful Foes observant grow ; Make plain, and right, before my Face, The Way in which I ought to go. 9. For in their Mouth, no Faith they have, Their inward Part's perversly wrong; Their Throat is like an open Grave; They basely flatter with their Tongue. 10. Their secret Guilt, O Lord, detect, By their own Counsels let them fall; Them, for their many Crimes reject For they are harden'd Rebels all. 11. Let those rejoice that trust in Thee, And loud, with Shouts, their Joy proclaim; For thou wilt their Protection be; Let them rejoice that love thy Name. 12. For thou, O Lord, to righteous Men, Wilt make thy Blessing to extend; As with a Shield, thy Favour, them Shall, round on ev'ry Side defend. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English

O Lord, when thou do'st me rebuke

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #7 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Lord, when thou do'st me rebuke. Let not thine Anger rise; Nor thy Displeasure Fury grow. When thou do'st me chastise. 2. Have Mercy upon me, O Lord, Weakness my Strength restrains; O Lord, my Health, and Ease restore; My Bones are rack'd with Pains. 3. My Griefs, so many, and so great. They e'en distract my Mind ; But, Lord how long shall I endure, E'er I Relief shall find. 4. In Pity, now, O Lord return, Raise my dejected Soul; And for thy tender Mercy's Sake, O save, and make me whole. 5. If I to Death's dark Vault descend, There none record thy Name; For who can in the silent Grave, With Thanks, thy Praise proclaim? 6. Weary, and faint with Groans, I make The Bed on which I lay. Each Night, to swim with flowing Tears; And bathe my Couch by Day. 7. Continual Grief has quite consum'd The Vigour of mine Eyes; They're waxed dim, and old, because Of all mine Enemies. 8. But now, vile Men depart from me. Nor in vain Plots rejoice; Because the Lord will sure regard. My Tears, and mournful Voice. 9. God, who of old heard my Request, My present Suit will hear; The Lord will graciously receive, And answer, all my Prayer. 10. Then shall my Foes be cloath'd with Shame, With sore Vexation fraught; Yea, blush, and rage, to see their Schemes, To sudden Ruin brought. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

O Lord, my God, in thee alone

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #9 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Lord, my God, in Thee alone, I do my Trust repose; Deliver me from cruel Men, And save me from my Foes. 2. Lest, as a roaring Lyon, he My helpless Soul should tear; Lest it in Pieces he shall rend. When no Deliv'rer's near. 3. O Lord, my God, if this I've done, As falsy they accus'd; If e'er sucb Guilt hath stain'd my Hands, That him I have abus'd; 4. If I have render'd 111 to him. Who was at Peace with me ; (Yea, I've deliver'd him that is My causless Enemy;) 5. Then let my Foe pursue my Soul, Take it, and fill his Lust; My Life tread down to Earth, and lay Mine Honour in the Dust. 6. Rise, Lord, in Anger lift thy Self, Mine Enemies Rage restrain; Awake, for me the Judgment grant Thou did'st of old ordain. 7. So shall the Tribes Thee compass round. And to thy Courts repair; For their Sake therefore, O return, And shine in Glory there. 8. Thou, Lord, the Judge of all the Earth, As righteous is my Case, So judge me, Lord, and as my Heart Is right before thy Face. Second Part 9. Let vile Men's base Designs now cease, But stablish thou the Just; For, righteous Lord, their Heart, and Reins, Search thorowly thou do'st. 10. God's my Defence, the upright Heart He'll save from spiteful Foes. 11. God's a just Judge, with wicked Men He daily angry grows. 12. Unless the Wicked will repent, God will his Vengeance show; He now has whet his glittering Sword, Has fix'd, and bent his Bow. 13. His many Instruments of Death. Ready prepared ly; And at fierce Persecutors Breasts, His pointed Arrows fly. 14. Lo, as with trav'ling Pains, he toyls To work Iniquity; He Mischief long conceives, and yet. At last, brings forth a Lye. 15. For me he made a secret Pit, He dig'd it deep, and wide; But in the Ditch his Hands had form'd. Did unexpected slide. 16. His Mischief surely shall return On his own Head at last; His violent Dealings shall come down, And on his Crown be cast. 17. Therefore I'll praise the sov'rain Lord, For all his righteous Ways; And to the Name of God most high, I'll sing my Songs of Praise. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

O Lord our Lord, in all the earth

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #11 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Lord, our Lord, in all the Earth, How excellent's thy Name! Who hast the Heav'ns far above, Established thy Fame. 2. From Mouths of Babes and Sucklings, thou Ordained hast thy Praise; Which puts to silence impious Tongues, The Self Avenger stays. 3. When I survey the vast Expance, Form'd by thy Finger's Might. Or view the Moon, and glitt'ring Stars, Ordain'd to rule the Night: 4. Lord! What is feeble Man! that thou Do'st bear him still in Mind ? And what the Son of Man, whom thou To visit art so kind ? 5. Thou, him but little lower mad'st, Than Angels round thy Throne; With Glory thou did'st him adorn, And with high Honours crown. 6. Thou gav'st him, o'er thy handy Works, Dominion's regal Seat; And all Things in Subjection put, Beneath his royal Feet: 7. All Flocks, and Herds, and Beasts of Prey; And Birds that beat the Air; The Fish that cleave the briny Sea, And all that passeth there. 9. O Lord, our Lord, who may compare With thine unrival'd Fame? Thro' all the Earth, from Pole to Pole, How excellent's thy Name. Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English

With all my Heart, eternal God

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #12 (1752) Lyrics: 1. With all my Heart, eternal God, I'll celebrate thy Praise; I'll shew forth all thy wondrous Works, Of Judgment, and of Grace. 2. With Gladness I will tune my Song; In Thee I will rejoice' O thou Most-high! Praise to thy Name, I'll sing with chearful Voice. 3. When thou shalt rout my haughty Foes, And put their Troops to flight; With Terror, at thy Presence struck They fall, and perish quite. 4. For thou my Right had still maintain'd, And made my Cause thine own; In Righteousness thou judged hast, From thine imperial Throne. 5. The Heathen thou hast sure rebuk'd, And laid the Wicked waste; Thou hast cast out their Name as vile. Them evermore disgrac'd. 6. O thou proud Foe, thy wasting Pow'r To utter End is brought! Their Cities thou hast overthrown, Their Name is quite forgot. 7. But God, the Lord, for evermore, Remains the living One; Who, from of Old, for Judgment hath Prepar'd his royal Throne. 8. And he, the Nations of the Earth, Shall judge in Righteousness; Unbias'd Judgment he shall give To greater, and the less, 9. The Lord will prove a sure Defence To them that are opprest; And when distressing Times prevail. His Refuge yields them Rest. 10. Therefore, all they that know thy Name, Their Trust in Thee will place: For thou, Lord, ne'er forsakest those. Who humbly seek thy Face. Second PART. 11. Sing Praises to the Lord, who dwells In Zion, his chief Care; The many Wonders he hath done. To all the World declare. 12. When he, for Blood, Enquiry makes, His Vengeance speedy flys; The Meek oppress'd he'll not forget, But hear their humble Cryes, 13. Have Mercy on me, Lord, and weigh The Troubles which I bear, From envious Foes; O thou who do'st From Gates of Death me rear. 14. That I, amidst assembled Crowds, May shew forth all thy Praise, In Zion's Gates; and Shouts of Joy, In thy Salvation raise. 15. Down in the Pit the Heathen sink. Which they themselves have made; Their own Foot's taken in the Net, Which guilefully they laid. 16. Thus, by the Judgments he deals forth, Jehovah is made known! While impious Men are justly snar'd. In Works that, are their own. 17. The Wicked shall, at length, be turn'd Down to a painful Hell; There all the Nations of the Earth, That God forget, shall dwell. 18. The humble shall not be forgot. And fruitlessly complain; Nor shall the poor oppress'd Man's Hope Forever be in vain. 10. Rise, Lord, and let not wicked Men Prevail against my Right; O, let the Heathen World be judg'd. In thine all-piercing Sight. 20. O Lord, with Terrors strike their Minds, Fill them with Dread of Thee; That they're but feeble, mortal, Men, The Nations all may see. Scripture: Psalm 9 Languages: English

O Wherefore Lord as unconcern'd

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #14 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Wherefore, Lord, as unconcern'd, Do'st thou so far remove? Why lays conceal'd thy Pow'r, and Grace, When Times distressing prove? 2. The Wicked persecutes the Poor, In his abounding Pride. Caught in the Snares, which they devis'd. May their own Foot abide. 3. The Wicked boasts his Heart's Desire Is crown'd with fair Success; He impiously the Lord abhors, But does the Worldling bless. 4. The Wicked, thro' his daring Pride, To seek the Lord disdains; No serious Thought of God, within His haughty Heart, remains. 5. He ever walks in grievous Ways; Thy Judgments far are borne Above his Sight; his Enemies, He puffs, at them with Scorn. 6. His Heart's vain Confidence hath said, "My State no Change shall see; "For I, secure from ev'ry Ill, "Shall be forever free. 7. His Mouth with Execration's fill'd, With gross Deceit, and Lyes; His fair Tongue Mischief doth conceal. And Injuries disguise. 8. Hid, in some lurking Place, he lies. Near Villages; intent. With watchful Eyes, against the Poor, To slay the Innocent. 9. As Lyons couching in their Dens, He waits to catch the Poor ; And those he draws within his Net, Doth eagerly devour. 10. Down doth he crouch, down to the Dust, In humble Postures all; That, in his strong devouring Jaws, The Poor may heedless fall. 11. He thinks, that God forgets his Deeds, Or turns away his Sight; And never will behold his Rage, His Violence, and Spite. Second Part 12. But now arise, O mighty God, O Lord, lift up thy Hand; Forget not thy poor suff'ring Saints, Defence for them command. 13. For wherefore should the wicked Man, With Insult, God contemn ? And proudly say, "Thou wilt not Care, "Or, what they do condemn? 14. But thou dost mark their Wrong and Spite, With strong Hand to reward; The Poor commits himself to Thee, Thou art the Orphan's Guard. 15. Break thou the Arm of wicked Men, Their evil Arts confound; Search out, and punish, their vile Deeds, Till there no more be found. 16. The Lord is universal King, Whose Kingdom ever stands; The Heathen Tribes are rooted out. And perish'd, from thy Lands. 17. Thou, Lord, the humble Man's Desire Hast still been wont to hear; Thou wilt prepare their Heart, and then Vouchsafe a gracious Ear. 18. To judge the Cause, and plead the Right, Of poor and fatherless; That so the Man of Earth no more, With Terrors may oppress. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English

I Firmly on the Lord rely

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #16 (1752) Lyrics: 1. I Firmly on the Lord rely; How can you thus my Soul advise? To some safe Place for Refuge fly. As tim'rous Bird to Mountain flyes. Z. For lo; the Wicked bend their Bow, And fix their Arrows on the String, To sgoot, and with a secret Blow, The innocent to Ruin bring; 3. If the Foundations of the State, Justice, and Truth, are overthrown, The Just can find no safe Retreat, What shall by righteous Men be done? 4. The Lord is in his holy Place, The Lord in Heav'n has fix'd his Throne; From thence with piercing Eyes surveys Men's Sons, and trys them ev'ry one. 5. The Lord the righteous Man does prove, Afflict, and try his gracious State; But those who Vice, and Rapine, love. He from his very Soul does hate. 6. Snares, Fire, and Brimstone, (dreadful Rain!) On guilty Heads he'll swiftly show'r And burning Tempest's raging Pain, Into their Cup of Vengeance pour, 7. The righteous Lord to righteous Souls, His tender Love will free impart; With Beams of Favour he beholds The Man, who is upright in Heart. Scripture: Psalm 11 Languages: English

Help, Lord; the godly Man decays

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #17 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Help Lord; the godly Man decays. And quits the hated Ground; And faithful Men, in these our Days, Are very rarely found. 2. For each one acts a treach'rous Part, Deceives his Friend with Lyes; With flatt'ring Lips, and double Heart, They speak in close Disguise. 3. Jehovah surely will, e'er long, The flatt'ring Lips cut off; With the proud, threat'ning, boasting Tongue, Which doth profanely scoff. 4. Who say, "our artful Tongues alone, "Prevailing Force afford; "What sure; are not our Lips our own? "Who over us is Lord? 5. "For Sighing of the Poor oppress'd, "Now (saith the Lord,) I'll rise: "From his Oppressors give him Rest, "But all his foes despise. 6. Thy Word, O Lord, shall firmly last, And pure from Fraud abide; As Silver thro' the Furnace past, And sev'n Times purify'd. 7. O Lord, thy promis'd Help, and Grace, Thou strictly wilt observe; And ever, from this faithless Race, Them carefully preserve. 8. The Wicked walk on ev'ry Side. And greatly multiply; When vilest Men of Fraud, and Pride, Are raised up on high. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #18 (1752) Lyrics: 1. How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? Forever shall thy Promise fail: How long before thy Face afford One Beam of Light, thro' this dark Vail? 2. How long shall I in Soul consult. And daily Sorrows wound my Heart? How long shall my proud Foes insult. And o'er me act the Tyrant's Part? 3. Consider, Lord, my piteous Case, Hear, O my God, the Cries I make; Mine Eyes, enlighten with thy Grace, Lest Death's deep Sleep me overtake. 4. Lest my proud Foe, with boasting Voice, Should say, against him I've prevail'd; And those that trouble me rejoice. To see my stedfast Hopes have fail'd. 5. But underneath thy saving Wings, My Trust is ever firmly stay'd; Therefore my Heart with Gladness springs. In Prospect of thy promis'd Aid. 6. With grateful Heart, my Songs of Praise, I'll humbly to the Lord address; For he, according to his Grace, Dealt well with me in my Distress. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

The Fool in's Heart saith, there's no God

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #19 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The Fool, in's Heart, saith, there's no God; They so corrupt are grown: Abominable Works they do. That doth Good there is none. 2. The Lord on Sons of Men, look'd down. From Heav'n, his high Abode; To see if Reason bore the Sway, And led them up to God. 3. But lo! they all were gone aside, They filthy were, and base; Not one, the Paths of Virtue trod, Of all that sinful Race. 4. Do wicked Fools so blind their Eyes, And far from Reason stray. That they my People eat as Bread, And God no Homage pay? 5. Then conscious Guilt shall them surprise, With most amazing Fear; When God, to plead the just Man's Cause, In Vengeance shall appear. 6. The pious Counsel of the Poor, Reproaching ye despise; Because the Lord his Refuge is, Where he for Shelter flies. 7. Would God, from Zion Safety send, And back his Captives bring; Jacob should, with loud Peals, rejoice. Thy Praise glad Isr'el sing. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

O Mighty God, preserve thou me

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #20b (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Mighty God, preserve thou me, From all my restless Foes; For Succour, to thine Arms, I flee, My Trust in Thee repose. 2. Thou, O my Soul, to God hast said, Thou art my Lord alone; No Benefit's to Thee convey'd. By all the Good I've done. 3. But to the Saints on Earth, upright, My Goodness may extend; Those excellent, with great Delight, I'll succour, and befriend. 4. Who warmly foreign Gods adore, Their Sorrows shall abound; Their Blood Drink-Off'rings I'll not pour, Nor Names my Lips shall sound. 5. The Lord's the Portion of my Soul, He doth my Part ordain; He richly fills my flowing Bowl, And doth my Lot maintain. 6. The Lines have measur'd out my Share, In a most pleasant Seat; My Heritage is fallen, where All Blessings jointly meet. 7. In Thanks to God, my Heart I'll raise, Whose Counsel guides me right; Sweetly my inmost Thoughts he sways. In each revolving Night. 8. My Faith has ever seen the Lord, As present, in his Love; At my Right-hand he'll Strength afford. That nought shall me remove. 9. Therefore my Heart's with Joy possest, My Tongue a chearful Strain; My dying Flesh secure shall rest, In Hope to rise again. 10 For thou wilt not abandon me. Nor leave me in the Grave; But, from the least Corruption free, Thy holy One wilt save. 11. Thou wilt to me, Life's Path expand; Joys in Perfection glow Before thy Face, at thy Right-hand, Immortal Pleasures flow. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English

Who, Lord, shall to thy courts repair

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #20a (1752) Lyrics: 1. Who, Lord, shall to thy Courts repair. And find a gracious Welcome there? Who, in thy holy Hill above, Shall dwell forever in thy Love? 2. He who uprightly guides his Ways, From Rules of Justice never strays; Whose ev'ry Word doth Truth impart. And speaks the Meaning of his Heart. 3. Who with his Tongue backbiteth not, Nor seeks his Neighbours Fame to blot; Who entertains no ill Report, Nor spreads it to his Neighbour's hurt; 4. Whose Eyes, the vile, tho' great, despise, But all that fear the Lord doth prize; Whose Oath, and Promise, firmly bind. Nor Hopes, nor Fears, shall change his Mind: 5. No Gains by griping Usury makes. Nor Bribes against the harmless takes: The Man does thus, by God approv'd. Stands firm, and never shall be mov'd. Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English

The Rights of Justice hear O Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #22 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The Rights of Justice hear, O Lord, Attend unto my Cry; A gracious Ear my Pray'r afford, From Lips which do not lie. 2. O let my Sentence from thy Face Impartially proceed; The Rights, and Justice, of my Case, Let thine Eyes closely heed. 3. My Heart, and Reins, thou Lord hast try'd. In the still Night's Recess; And nothing found; I fix'd abide My Mouth shall not transgress. 4. However wicked Men decoy, Yet, taught by thy pure Word, The Paths of them that would destroy, I ever have abhor'd. 5. Thro' all my Walk uphold thou me. In thy most righteous Way; So shall my Steps unmoved be, And from thy Paths ne'er stray. 6. On Thee I call, for thou wilt hear; O God, I Thee beseech. To my Request incline thy Ear, And hear my humble Speech. Second Part 7. O thou, who sav'st, with thy Right-hand, Who Trust in Thee repose, From all that up against them stand; Thy wondrous Love disclose. 8. Keep, as the Apple of the Eye; Hide me beneath thy Wing: 9. From raging Foes, who round me ly, And me to Death would bring. 10. Enclos'd in Fat, they proudly boast. What Malice doth devife. 11. They now surround me with their Host, And couch with watchful Eyes; 12. As hungry Lyons raging fret, When greedy for their Prey; Or a young Lyon lurking sets, In some close covert Way. 13. Arise, his secret Plots controul, And cast him down, O Lord; At liberty, O, set my Soul, From wicked Men, thy Sword. 14. From mortal Man, thy Hand, O Lord, From worldly Men me save; Who in this present Life, and World, Their fading Portion have With thy hid Treasures, thou dost fill, Their Bellies: and their Race, Num'rous and pamper'd, Heir by Will The Bulk of their Encrease. 15. But as for me, in Righteousness, Thy smiling Face I'll see; And waking, with thine Image blest. Shall satisfied be. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English

Thee, Lord, my strength, I'll dearly love

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #24 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Thee, Lord, my Strength, I'll dearly love. 2. The Lord's my Rock, to which I fly; My Fortress strong, where safe I prove; My Saviour from mine Enemy: My God, my pow'rful Aid, from whence My steady Trust securely flows: My guarding Shield, my sure Defence, My Tow'r, above the Reach of Foes. 3. Depending on thy wonted Grace, O Lord, my Pray'r I'll make to Thee; (Who worthy art of all our Praise,) So, from my Foes, I sav'd shall be. 4. Amazing Sorrows seiz'd my Soul, While Death it's Terrors round me spread; As when impetuous Torrents rowl, Ungodly Men made me afraid. 5. The Cords of Hell, a dreadful Net, Entangling me encompass'd round; Death's Snares, about me close beset, And how to 'scape no Way I found. 6. In my Distress, to God my Pray'r, With mournful Voice, I then prefer'd; Who, from his Throne, bow'd down his Ear, And my Request, in Mercy, heard. Second Part 7. The solid Earth then shook with Fear, And dreadful Trembling on it seiz'd: The Hills Foundations moved were, And shook, for God was sore displeas'd. 8. From his enraged Nostrils rose Thick Clouds of smoke; His Mouth out-threw Devouring Fire; in midst of those, Hot Thunder-Bolts around him flew. 9. He bow'd the Heavens, and came down, In solemn Pomp march'd from his Seat; Darkness, from his imperial Throne, Was spread beneath his royal Feet. 10. He on a fiery Cherub rode, That clave with speed the yielding Air; The Winds, obsequious to their God, Him, swift, on strongest Pinions, bear. 11. His Glory, Darkness hid from View; For his Pavilion, Mists arise; He, for a Cov'ring, round him threw, His thick Clouds from the nether Skies. 12. Before him, Brightness he sent out, His thick Clouds, then, in haste retire; They fell, dissolv'd, a dismal Rout, In Show'rs of Hail, and Storms of Fire. 13. The Lord, with roaring Thunder's Noise, From Heav'n, the En'my struck with Dread; Th' Almighty spoke with angry Voice, And Hail, and Fire, the Terrors spread. 14. He cast his Arrows from the Sky, Which broke the Forces of the Foe; His pointed Light'nings swiftly fly, And soon compleat their Overthrow. 15. Then did the Floods new Channels wear, The torn World it's Foundations show'd; For, Lord, thy Vengeance did appear, Fierce Blasts from thy hot Nostrils flow'd. Third Part 16. From high he sent, he seiz'd on me, He drew me from the Waters great. 17. From my strong Foe he set me free; Too strong for me, who me did hate. 18. In my dark Day they had o'ercome. But God sustain'd me by his Might. 19. Chang'd my close Siege for larger Room, Sav'd me, in whom he took Delight. 20. The Lord did my clean Hands repay; And recompence my upright Heart. 21. I did not leave thy righteous Way; Nor wickedly from God depart. 22. His Judgments all were in my Sight; None of his Laws my Soul disdain'd. 23. My Heart before him was upright; And from my darling Sin refrain'd. 24. Therefore the Lord rewarded me. According to my Righteousness; And as he saw my Hands were free From Wrong, my Griefs did soon redress. 25. "Kind to the Kind thou, Lord, wilt prove; "And just to them that Justice love. 26. "The Pure thy Purity shall see; "To Froward just Returns shall be. 27. "Thou wilt the meek afflicted raise; "But haughty Looks in Dust debase. 28 "The Lord will make my Lamp shine bright; "And turn my Darkness into Light. 29. Thus aided, I have broken through, My num'rous Foes, an armed Host: Thus, guarded by my God, I flew, And scal'd their Walls, their greatest Boast. 30. O God, thy Ways are perfect found. Thy Word, O Lord, is throughly try'd; Thou, as a Shield, wilt them surround, Whose stedfast Hopes on Thee abide. 31. "Whom, save Jehovah then alone, "Shall we, as God, adoring own? "What Rock of Strength shall us defend, "But God? who is our constant Friend. 32. 'Tis God that girds me with his Might; And brings to pass my just Intent. 33. Makes my Feet swift, as Hinds, in Flight; And strong to climb the steep Ascent. 34. My Hands he well instructed how To manage War, with dexterous Skill; My strength'ned Arm can break the Bow, That's made of well-wrought temper'd Steel. 35. Thou gav'st me the protecting Shield Of thy Salvation, in my Strait; Thy Right-hand still hath me upheld. Thy Gentleness hath made me great. 36. My strait'ned Steps thou hast enlarg'd; My Feet ne'er slipt, nor were destroy'd. 37. My Foes I hot pursu'd, o'ercharg'd, And turn'd not till they were destroy'd. 38. I gave them such a total Rout, Their vanquisht Force no more made Head; They prostrate fell, all round about, And, slain, beneath my Feet were spread. 39. For thou hast girded me with Strength, The Heat of Battle to sustain; Thou hast subdu'd my Foes at length, And made them stoop to my just Reign. 40. To me, mine En'mies Necks, he gave; To stay my Haters on the Spot. 41. They cry'd for Help, but none did save; Yes, to the Lord, who answer'd not. 42. Then small as Dust, before the Wind, Their mighty num'rous Troops I beat, Their Corpse, with great Contempt design'd, I cast, as Mire, in th' open Street. Fifth Part 43. Fierce Strifes, and Factions, thou hast laid; And made the Rebels own my Sway; O'er neighb'ring Heathen plac'd me Head, And Realms unknown shall me obey. 44. Soon as they hear, they'l Homage pay: Strangers submiss shall prostrate ly. 45. They that resist shall melt away; And frighten'd from their Coverts fly. 46. The Lord lives; let my Rock be blest; Exalted be my Saviour God. 47. God's Vengeance does my Foes arrest. Subjects whole Nations to my Rod. 48. Thou sav'dst me from mine Enemies, Rais'd me, and wast my sure Defence, From all that up against me rise; Ev'n from the Man of Violence. 49. Therefore, O Lord, my grateful Heart, And Voice, shall celebrate thy Fame: To heathen Lands thy Acts impart, And Praises sing unto thy Name. 50. God great Deliv'rance gives his King; Shews his Anointed signal Grace; Which evermore afresh shall spring. To David and his promis'd Race. Scripture: Psalm 18 Languages: English

Thro' all the Heav'ns, thy Glory, Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #28 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Thro' all the Heav'ns, thy Glory, Lord, Doth admirably shine; The starry Firmament declares Thy Pow'r, and Skill, Divine. 2. Each Day, to next succeeding Day, Discourses of thy Fame; And Night, to Night, doth clearly show The Knowledge of thy Name. 3. Were there no Speech, nor Language known Thro' the terraqueous Frame; The Voice of these would still be heard. And wide thy Praise proclaim. 4. Thro' all the Earth their Line is gone, Thro'out the World their Words; In them a rich adorned Tent He for the Sun affords. 5. Which from his Chambers marcheth forth, Bright as a Bridgroom clad; And Champion like, proud of his Strength, To run his Race is glad. 6. Lo, how he swiftly from the East, Pursues his Western Course! And all Things in his Circle feels His Heat's reviving Force. Second Part 7. God's perfect Law converts the Soul, And daily Strength supplies; His Testimonies faithful are, And make the Simple wise. 8. The Statutes of the Lord are right, With Joy they fill the Heart; The Lord's Commands are perfect pure. Light to the Eyes impart. 9. The Fear of God, from Mixtures free, Forever do's abide; His Judgments are establish'd Truth, And wholly justify'd. 10. More to be priz'd than Stores of Gold, Refin'd with utmost Skill; Than Virgin Honey sweeter far, That from the Combs distill. 11. Thy Servant, where his Danger lies, They friendly warning give; And they who strictly keep thy Word, Thence great Rewards receive. 12. But who can fully know, how oft He errs from Paths Divine; From all my secret Faults, O cleanse This guilty Soul of mine. 13. With-hold me from presumptuous Sins, Ne'er let them rule o'er me; Then upright, and from grosser Crimes, I purify'd shall be. 14. O let the Off 'rings of my Mouth, And Musings of my Heart, Delight thine Eyes: thou, Lord, my Strength, And my Redeemer art. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

The Lord attend to thy Request

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #30 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The Lord attend to thy Request, And hear thee when thou art distrest: The Name of Jacob's God defend, And be to thee a constant Friend. 2. Thee help, and succour, with his Grace, From his most holy dwelling Place; Thee strengthen, and support thy Throne, From Zion, Seat of his Renown, 3. Thy Free-will Off'rings bear in Mind; And to thy Sacrifice be kind. 4. Crown thy Heart's Wishes with Success; And all thy wholsome Counsels bless. 5. In thy Salvation we'll rejoice; Our Banners, with triumphant Voice, In our God's Name, we'll high erect; The Lord all thy Desires respect. 6. Now know I, that the God we serve, Will his Anointed safe preserve; From Heav'n he'll hear, and Help command, With saving Strength of his Right-hand. 7. Some trust in Chariots, fetch'd from far, And some in Horses, train'd for War; But we our God will call to Mind, In whom alone we Safety find. 8. They broke, dispers'd, are forc'd to yield; While we, in Triumph, keep the Field. 9. Save, Lord, and let our heav'nly King Hear, when we call, or Praises sing. Scripture: Psalm 20 Languages: English

The King shall in thy Strength rejoice

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #31 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The King shall in thy Strength rejoice, O Lord; what Shouts of Praise Shall he, to Heav'n, with chearful Voice, In thy Salvation raise? 2. The pious Wishes of his Heart, Thou with thy Favours blest; Nor hast refused to impart His Lips devout Request. 3. Thy Goodness widely did unfold, And unsought Blessings shed; Thou set'st a Crown of purest Gold Upon his royal Head. 4. Of thee he asked Life, and thou Thy Grant did'st far extend. Ev'n Length of Days thou did'st bestow. And Life that ne'er should end. 5. In thy Salvation, thou hast made His Glory to be great; With Majesty hast him array'd; And Honours round him wait. 6. Forever bless'd, above all Kings, Thou mad'st him, thro' thy Grace, His Heart with flowing Gladness springs, From thy reviving Face. Second Part 7. Because the King, in God alone, His stedfast Trust retains. Thro' Favour of the highest One, His Kingdom firm remains. 8. Thine Hand shall find and gripe thy Foes, Who dare thy Pow'r withstand; Thy Right-hand's Vengeance falls on those Who hate thy just Command. 9. A burning Furnace, in the Hour Of Wrath, shall be their Doom; Thine Anger, Lord, shall them devour. And dreadful Fire consume. 10. Thou wilt destroy their wretched Fruit, From Earth's extended Face; And from Men's Sons, wilt wholly root Their num'rous guilty Race. 11. For they, against Thee, Evil meant, Their Hearts did Mischief form; But thou did'st blast their vile Intent, Which they could ne'er perform. 12. As a fix'd Mark of Vengeance near, Therefore thou shalt them place; Thine Arrows on their Strings prepare, And level at their Face. 13. Be thou exalted. Lord, in Fame, Thy Strength in Glory raise; So we will sing thy wond'rous Name, Thy mighty Pow'r will praise. Scripture: Psalm 21 Languages: English

The King, in thy Strength

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #33 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The King, in thy Strength, Is joyful, O Lord; In thy saving Health Doth greatly rejoice. 2. His Heart's pious Wishes Thou do'st him afford; And hast not witholden The Suit of his Voice, 3. With Blessings of Good, Thou do'st him prevent; And fix on his Head A Crown of pure Gold. 4. When Life he requested, Kind Answer thou sent; And Length of Days gav'st him, Which never grow old. 5. Salvations so great Have spread wide his Fame; High Honours him cloath'd, And Majesty crown'd. 6. Thou did'st him forever Most blessed proclaim; And make him most glad, with Thy Beams shining round. 7. The King, in the Lord, His Trust doth repose; The Favour of God Confirms his high State. 8. Thy Hand shall discover, And punish thy Foes: Thy Right-hand, in Vengeance, Crush them that Thee hate. 9. As Furnace of Fire, Thy Wrath shall them make; Thine Anger, O Lord, Consume them in Flames. 10. Their Fruit from Earth's Surface, Thou wholly shalt take; And root out from Mankind, Their Seeds hateful Names. 11. For Evil they thought, And Mischief devis'd; Which, blasted by Thee, Could never take Place. 12. As Marks of thy Vengeance, Thou hast them surpriz'd; And levell'd thine Arrows Direct at their Face. 13. Exalted be God Thro'out the whole Land; His Strength still appear, His Glory to raise: So will we sing joyful The Works of thy Hand; And thy mighty Power, Forever will praise. Scripture: Psalm 21 Languages: English

My God, my God, wherefore hast thou

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #34 (1752) Lyrics: 1. My God, my God, wherefore hast thou Forsaken me? O why So far from helping me, and deaf To all my mournful Cry? 2. O thou my God, I cry all Day, But thou hast no Regard; I am not silent in the Night, And yet I am not heard. 3. But thou art holy, O thou God, Who do'st great Pleasure take To dwell, where thankful Isr'el praise, And sacred Off'rings make. 4. On Thee, our Fathers firm rely'd; And did Deliv'rance gain. 5. To Thee, they cry'd, and still were sav'd; Their Trust was not in vain. 6. But I, a Worm, and not a Man, So vilely am I priz'd; Reproach'd by Men of greatest Name, By vulgar ones despis'd. 7. The gazing Crowd laugh me to scorn, Their Scoffs upon me play: They gape, and mock, and shake their Heads, And thus deriding say: 8. "He vainly trusted in the Lord, "That he would take his Part; "Now let him save him, if he be "The Darling of his Heart. 9. Thou took'st me from my Mother's Womb, Making my Birth thy Care; When on my Mother's Breast I hung. Thou did'st support me there. 10. Upon thine Arms my Cares were cast, When mine first spread abroad; Thou, from my Infant-Days, hast been My Guardian, and my God. Second Part 11. Forsake me not, when Trouble's near; For none to help is found. 12. Many strong Bulls, of Bashan's Breed, About beset me round. 13. With open Mouth they hideous roar, As Lyons for their Prey. 14. My Blood is spilt, my Joints are rackt, My Heart dissolves away. I5. My Strength, like Potter's Earth, is dry'd, My Tongue cleaves to my Jaws; Down to the Dust of Death, my Life, By thy sore Chast'ning, draws. 16. Fierce Dogs have compass'd me about, Base Crowds around me meet; With unrelenting furious Rage, They pierce my Hands, and Feet. 17. My starting Bones, may all be told; They staring me review. 18. My Robes they parted, as a Prey, Lots for my Vesture threw. 19. O Lord, my Strength, forsake me not; But hast to succour me. 20. My Soul from Sword, my Darling from The Pow'r of Dogs set free. 21. From the fierce Lyon's cruel Jaws Deliv'rance to me send; And from the Horns of th' Unicorn, O hear, and me defend. 22. Then, to my Brethren, I'll declare The Glories of thy Name; Amid'st the Congregation great, I will thy Praise proclaim. Third Part 23. Ye Worshipers of God, him praise, From Jacob who proceed; Him glorify, and reverence him, O all ye Isr'el's Seed. 24. For he hath not despis'd, nor turn'd From the afflicted's Grief, Nor hid his Face from him; but heard His Cries, and sent Relief. 25. I'll shout thy Praise, when e'er the great Assembly meets to pray; Before his Saints, that fear his Name, The Vows I've made, I'll pay. 26. The Poor shall eat, and be suffic'd, And Thanks to God shall give : They that uprightly seek him shall In Joys immortal, live. 27. Earth's distant Ends shall recollect, And turn unto the Lord; All Kindreds of the Nations shall, To worship Thee, accord. 28. For universal Monarchy, To God alone, pertains; He sov'rain Ruler, uncontrol'd. O'er all the Nations reigns. 29. The Rich shall eat, and him adore; And who in Dust ly low. Who cannot keep alive his Soul, Before his Face shall bow. 30. Then shall a chosen Seed him serve; Which God for his will own, 31. To Men unborn, his Truth, he'll shew, And Wonders he hath done. Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English

Jehovah, my kind Shepherd is

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #38a (1752) Lyrics: 1. Jehovah my kind Shepherd is, He doth my Wants supply; 2. In Pastures green, by Waters still, He makes me down to ly. 3. My Soul, so prone to go astray, He mildly doth reclaim; And leads me on in righteous Paths, For th' Honour of his Name. 4. Tho' thro' Death's shady Vale I walk, No Evil will I fear; Thy Rod directs, and Staff defends, For thou art with me there. 5. My Table thou hast richly spread, In Presence of my Foes; Thou do'st my Head with Oyl anoint, My Cup it overflows. 6. Goodness, and Mercy, surely shall Attend me all my Days; My fix'd Abode forever, Lord, Shall be thy House of Praise. Scripture: Psalm 23 Languages: English

The gracious Lord is still, to me

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #38b (1752) Lyrics: 1. The gracious Lord is still, to me, A Shepherd kind, and faithful Guide; Whate'er my Wants demand, shall be By his indulgent Care, supply'd. 2. In Pastures ever fresh, and green, He feeds, and makes me take my Rest; He leads me to the silent Stream, Or Pool which living Springs have blest. 3. My Soul, which his Assistance needs, He doth restore, by sov'rain Grace; For his Name's Sake, he gently leads Me in the Paths of Righteousness. 4. Tho' thro' Death's gloomy Vale I glide, No threatening Dangers will I fear; For thou art with me, Lord, to guide Thy Rod, and Staff, to comfort, there. 5. My Table's with thy Bounties spread In sight of all my spiteful Foes; Thou do'st anoint with Qyl my Head, My Cup with Blessings overflows. 6. Goodness, and Mercy, from my God, Shall surely crown my future Days; Therefore I'll make my fixt Abode, Lord, in thy House of Pray'r, and Praise. Scripture: Psalm 23 Languages: English

This Globe of Earth, with all it's Stores

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #39 (1752) Lyrics: 1. This Globe of Earth, with all it's Stores, The greater, and the less; The World, and them that dwell therein, Jehovah doth possess. 2. For, in surrounding Fluids, he It's sure Foundations laid; His pow'rful Word, it firm, unmov'd On rowling Floods, hath staid. 3. Who is the happy Man, that shall The Mount of God ascend? Who, standing in his holy Place, Before him shall attend? 4. 'Tis he, whose Hands are clean from Wrong, Whose Heart is pure from Stains; Whose Soul's not rais'd to Vanity, And a false Oath disdains. 5. This is the Man, whom thou, O Lord, Abundantly will bless: And God, his Saviour, will him crown With perfect Righteousness. 6. This is the pious happy Race, Shall view thy bless'd Abode; Who now, with true Devotion, seek The Face of Jacob's God. Second Part 7. Come then, my Soul, unbar the Gates, Immortal Doors give Way; That, with his Graces, enter in, The King of Glory may. 8. Who is this King of Glory? Who? The strong and mighty God, The Lord in Battle mighty, he In Triumph glorious rode. 9. Ye heav'nly Gates lift up your Heads, Eternal Doors give Way; That enter, with his Train of Saints, The King of Glory may. 10. Who is this King of Glory? Who? The Lord of Host, renown'd Thro' all the Realms of Heav'n and Earth, He's King of Glory crown'd. Scripture: Psalm 24 Languages: English

This spacious Globe of Earth

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #40 (1752) Lyrics: 1. This spacious Globe of Earth, It's Treasures, great and small, With them that in it dwell, our God Is sov'rain Lord of all. 2. For he, upon the Seas, It's firm Foundations laid; Upon the rowling Floods, it's Base, He unremov'd hath staid. 3. But, who Jehovah's Hill, Shall happily ascend? And who, within his holy Place Before him shall attend? 4. The Man whose Hands are clean, And Heart from Stains is pure; Whose Soul's not rais'd to Vanity, Nor can false Oaths endure. 5. This Man shall, from the Lord, Receive the fullest Bliss; The God of his Salvation shall Him cloath with Righteousness. 6. Who truly seek the Lord, This is the happy Race; Whose pious Souls devoutly seek The God of Jacob's Face. Second Part 7. My Soul, unbar the Gates, Immortal Doors give way; That, with his Graces, enter in, The King of Glory may, 8. Who is this glorious King? The Lord whose Pow'rs excell; Who comes in Triumph, laden with The Spoils of Earth, and Hell. 9. Be rais'd, ye heav'nly Gates, Eternal Doors give way; That enter, with his Train of Saints, The King of Glory may. 10. This glorious King, who's he? The Lord of Hosts I sing; That Lord whom Heav'n, and Earth adore; 'Tis he is Glory's King. Scripture: Psalm 24 Languages: English

To Thee, O God, I lift my Soul

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #41 (1752) Lyrics: 1. To Thee, O God, I lift my Soul; 2. In Thee my Trust repose; O let me not be put to shame, Nor triumph let my Foes. 3. Yea, Lord, let none that wait on Thee, Be with Disgrace oppress'd; But pour Contempt upon them all, Who causeless have transgress'd. 4. Lord, shew thy Ways, teach me thy Paths; 5. Into thy Truth lead me; For thou art my Salvation's God; All Day I wait on Thee. 6. Remember, Lord, thy tender Grace, Thy Kindness manifold; And let thy Mercies freely flow; They've ever been of old. 7. Remember not my youthful Faults, From riper Crimes me free; In Mercy, for thy Goodness sake, O Lord, remember me. 5. The Lord is merciful, and just, Instructs the Souls that stray: 9. He'll guide the Meek in righteous Paths, The humble teach his Way. 10. The Dealings of the Lord are all Exceeding kind, and true; To such as keep his Covenant, And his Commandments do. Second Part 11. Forgive my Sin, for it is great, O Lord, for thy Name's sake. 12. The Man that fears the Lord, he'll teach The Way that he should take. 13. His Soul serene shall dwell at Ease; His Seed the Earth possess. 14. His Secrets God his Saints will teach; And shew his Cov'nant Grace. 15. Mine Eyes are ever to the Lord; My Feet from Snares he'll free. 16. Turn to me, for I'm sore distress'd; Have Mercy, Lord, on me. 17. The Troubles of my Heart are great; From all my Soul retrieve. 18. View mine Affliction, and my Pain; And all my Sins forgive. 19. Observe my Foes; they many are, And cruelly me hate. 20. O save my Soul, free me from shame; On Thee I hopeful wait. 21. Sincere, and upright, keep my Soul; I wait thy Grace to see. 22. Redeem thine Isr'el, mighty God, From all his Troubles free. Scripture: Psalm 25 Languages: English

Judge me, O Lord; with upright Heart

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #43 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Judge me, O Lord; with upright Heart I've walk'd, and still abide: My Trust I've placed in the Lord, And will not turn aside. 2. Search me, O God, my Reins, and Heart, Try, and make thorow Proof. 3. I've set thy Grace before mine Eyes, And walked in thy Truth. 4. I have not with vain Persons sat; Nor with Dissemblers gone. 5. I hate the Crowds that practice Ill; The Wicked's Presence shun. 6. In Innocence I'll wash my Hands; And to thy Courts repair: 7. That I may all thy wondrous Works, With thankful Voice declare. 8. To visit, Lord, thy sacred House, Has been my great Delight; That holy Tabernacle, where Thy Glory shines so bright. 9. With Sinners let me not be join'd, Nor with the bloody Tribes; 10. Whose Hands in Mischief are employ'd, Their Right-Hand's full of Bribes. 11. For I will walk in Righteousness; In Mercy, me redeem. 12. My Foot stands right; among thy Saints, Thy Praise shall be my Theme. Scripture: Psalm 26 Languages: English

The Lord's my Light and saving Health

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #44 (1752) Lyrics: 1. The Lord's my Light, and saving Health; Why should I be dismay'd? The Lord supports my Life; of whom Then should I be afraid 2. When my oppressing spiteful Foes, Came on with horrid Frown, Voraciously to eat my Flesh, They stumbled, and fell down. 3. Tho' Hosts against me should encamp, Fearless I would abide; Should raging War against me rise, In this I would confide. 4. My Heart's Desire and constant Care, Is in God's House to dwell; That there I may his Beauty see, And know his holy Will. 5. In Times of Trouble, he will me, In his Pavilion, hide; I safe shall, in his secret Tent, As on a Rock, abide. 6. Now shall the Lord, o'er all my Foes, My Head, in Triumph, raise: And I'll, with Shouts, my Off'rings bring, I'll sing, and sound, his Praise. Second Part 7. O Lord, when with my Voice I cry, My fervent Pray'r receive; Have Mercy also upon me, And speedy Answer give. 8. Convinced this is thy just Command, "Seek ye my Face; my meek, And grateful Heart, with Joy replies, "Thy Face, Lord, I will seek. 9. Hide not thy Face, nor drive from Thee, Thy Servant, with thy Rod; Thou hast me help'd, now leave me not, O my Salvation's God. 10. Tho' both my Parents me forsake, The Lord will me protect. 11. Lord, teach, and lead, me in right Paths, For th' envious me inspect. 12. O, do not, to the raging Lusts Of Foes, deliver me; False Witnesses have risen up, They breathe out Cruelty. 13. My Soul had fainted, had not I Firmly believ'd, to see Thy Goodness crown me, in the Land Of them that living be. 14. My Soul, upon the Lord still wait, Take Courage from his Word; Thy Heart he'll strengthen with his Grace; Wait thou upon the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 27 Languages: English

To thee, O Lord, my Rock, I cry

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #46 (1752) Lyrics: 1. To Thee, O Lord, my. Rock, I cry, Oh! do not silent from me keep; Lest by thy Silence, quickly I Become like those in Graves that sleep. 2. My Supplication's Voice, Lord, hear, When I my Griefs, with Weeping, tell; When I lift up my Hands, in Pray'r, Toward thine holy Oracle. 3. O, let me never have my Part, With wicked Men, whose Works are vile; While Mischief rages in their Heart, They others, with fair Words, beguile. 4. Give them according to their Deeds, Strictly their bad Intents survey; The Work, which from their Hands proceeds, Retort, and their Deserts repay, 5. Since they the Works of God do slight, And Wonders of his Hand disdain; Them, with Destruction he'll requite, And never build them up again. 6. The Lord be bless'd; for he did yield A gracious Answer, when I crav'd. 7. The Lord's my Strength & guarding Shield; In him I trusted, and am sav'd: Therefore my Heart with Joy abounds. And Songs of Praise I'll to him sing, 8. The Lord's his Peoples Strength; & crowns, With Safety, his anointed King. 9. Save, Lord, thy Church, and them encrease, Thine Heritage, with Favour, bless; With Plenty feed them, grant them Peace, Still may they triumph with Success. Common Meetre 9. Save, Lord, thy People, greatly bless Thine own Inheritance; Them rule, and feed, and o'er their Foes, Them evermore advance. As 148th Meetre 9. O Lord, in Mercy, save The People that are thine, Thy Heritage let have The Blessing that's divine: And all their Store In Season send, and them defend, Till Time's no more. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

O all ye Monarchs of the Earth

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #47 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O All ye Monarchs of the Earth, Unto Jehovah give, Glory, and Pow'r, to God ascribe, From whom ye yours receive. 2. Give to the Lord, the Honours due Unto his glorious Name; Within his sacred Courts bow down And celebrate his Fame. 3. God's Voice asunder bursts the Clouds, And down the Waters show'r; The God of Glory thunders loud; Great Waters own his Pow'r. 4. Resistless Pow'r attends his Voice; With Majesty he speaks: 5. Jehovah's Voice the Cedars rends, Proud Leb'non's Cedars breaks. 6. He tears them from their Roots, and makes Them, like a Calf, to skip; Like a young Unicorn, the Mounts, Leb'non, and Syrion, leap. 7. Jehovah's Voice strikes Flames of Fire; And Light'nings blaze around. 8. The Desert trembles at the Roar; Ev'n Kadesh, with the Sound. 9. The fright'ned Hinds then cast their Young; He lays the Forest bare: His Glory in his House: they praise. Which Storms themselves declare. 1O. The Lord sits sov'rain o'er the Floods; And reigns forever King. 11 . The Lord will give his People Strength; Them blessed Peace will bring. Scripture: Psalm 29 Languages: English

I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #48 (1752) Lyrics: 1. I'll Thee extol, O Lord, on high. Who rais'd me, when distress'd; Who check'd my Foes insulting Joy, And all their Hopes suppress'd. 2. O Lord, my God, I cry'd to Thee; And thou did'st heal, and save. 3. Thou from the Pit my Soul hast freed, And kept me from the Grave. 4. Sing to the Lord, O ye his Saints, Your grateful Thanks express; While you, with me, commemorate His rest'ral Holiness. 5. His Anger but a Moment lasts, Life from his Favour springs; If Night be fill'd with Grief, and Tears, With Joy the Morning sings. 6. Flush'd with Success, I fondly said, "I shall unmov'd abide. 7. Thy Favour, Lord, confirm'd my State, Thou hid'st, and Comforts dy'd. 8. Then, Lord, to Thee I cry'd; to Thee My earnest Suit I made. 9. "What Profit is there in my Blood, "When in the Grave I'm laid? "Shall there my Dust thy Praise proclaim? "Or glorious Truths declare? 10. Hear, Lord, and on me Mercy have, And for my Help appear. 11. Thou heard'st; and to o'erflowing Joy, My former Mourning turn'd; With Gladness thou hast girt me round, Who late in Sackcloth mourn'd. 12. To this Intent, my Tongue may sing, Incessantly thy Praise; O Lord, my God, my Thanks to Thee, I'll render all my Days. Scripture: Psalm 30 Languages: English

O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #49 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Lord, I'll Thee extol with Praise, Who me above my Foes did'st raise; And their insulting Joy restrain. 2. O Lord, my God, in my Distress; My Pray'r to Thee I did address; And thou hast heal'd my Grief, and Pain. 3. Thou, Lord, did'st from the Grave revive, And keep my fainting Soul alive; Lest to the Pit I should go down. 4. O ye his Saints, sing to the Lord With thankfull Hearts; while ye record The Truth, and Goodness, he has shown. 5. He Anger but a Moment keeps, His Favour's Life; if Ev'ning weeps, The rising Sun returns with Joy. 6. When with Success I prospered, My foolish Heart grew vain, and said, "No Change shall e'er my State annoy. 7. But, Lord, I was convinc'd e'er long, Thy Favour made my Mountain strong; Thou hid'st thy Face, and Comforts dy'd. 8. Then, Lord, I humbly Thee address'd, My Pride, and Folly, I confess'd; And thus with Supplication cry'd. 9. What profit is there in my Blood, If to the Grave descend I shou'd? Can there my Mouth thy Praises Sing? Or can my Dust thy Truth declare? 30. Have Mercy on me, Lord, and hear, And timely Succours to me bring. 11. Then, to a Dance, my Mourning, hast Thou turn'd, and off my Sackcloth cast; And round with Gladness girded me; 12. To th' End, my Tongue may sing thy Praise, And not be silent; all my Days, My God, I will give Thanks to Thee. Scripture: Psalm 30 Languages: English

In Thee, O Lord, I place my Trust

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #50 (1752) Lyrics: 1. In Thee, O Lord, I place my Trust, O put me not to Shame; Deliver me from threatening Ills, As righteous is thy Name. 2. Bow down thy gracious Ear, let me Deliv'rance speedy gain; Be my strong Rock, and shelt'ring Tow'r, Where I may safe remain 3. For thou my Rock, and Fortress, art; For thy Name's Sake me guide. 4. O pull me from their private Snares; Thou do'st my Strength abide. 5. Into thine Hands, almighty God, My Spirit I commit; Lord God of Truth, who to redeem Hast never fail'd me yet. 6. Who lying Vanities regard, I always have abhor'd; But ever, in my greatest Straights, Have trusted in the Lord. 7. With Joy, and Gladness, I'll record The Mercies thou hast shown; For thou hast mine Affliction seen, My Soul in Trouble known. 8. Thou hast not shut me in the Pow'r Of a false treach'rous Race; But set my Feet at Liberty In an enlarged Place. Second Part 9. O Lord, have Mercy upon me, My Trouble on me preys; Mine Eyes consume, my Spirits fail, My Strength with Grief decays. 10. My Life is spent with Grief, my Years Consume in Sighs, and Groans; My Sins have rob'd me of my Strength, And wasted all my Bones. 11. By all my Foes, and Neighbours too, I in Reproach was had; I was a Terror to my Friends, When I drew near, they fled, 12. I am forgot, like one that's dead, Whose Name, and Memory's lost; Like earthen Vessels that are broke, Away, as useless, tost. 13. Their many Slanders I have heard; Just Fears about me spread, While they took Counsel, and devis'd, My guiltless Blood to shed. 14. I said, thou art my God, my Trust, "I in Thee, Lord repose; 15. "My Times are in thine Hand, defend "Me from pursuing Foes. 16. The Brightness of thy Face to shine On me, thy Servant, make; And thy Salvation to me grant, For thy free Mercy's Sake. 17. Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, Whose Pity still I crave; But let the Wicked be asham'd, And silent in the Grave. 18. Silence their false reviling Tongues, Which grievous Slanders vent; In Arrogance, and high Contempt, Against the Innocent. Third Part 19. How wondrous great's thy Goodness Lord, Reserved for the Just; Which thou hast wrought, before the World, For all in Thee, who trust. 20. Thou in thy Presence shalt them skreen, From all the Sons of Pride; And cover'd from the Strife of Tongues In thy Pavilion hide. 2I. Forever blessed be the Lord, For wondrous Kindness shown; When threatening Dangers me enclos'd, Within a fenced Town. 22. For then in Hast, I rashly said, "I'm banish'd from thine Eyes; Yet thou hast heard my groaning Voice, And answered all my Cries. 23. O love the Lord, all ye his Saints, Who doth the Faithful guard; But on proud Doers justly heaps A plentifull Reward. 24. Then let your Courage firm remain, In his ne'er failing Word; Confirm your Hearts, all ye whose Hope Is fixed on the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 31 Languages: English

Thrice bless'd the Man, whom God forgives

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #53 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Thrice bless'd the Man, whom God forgives; Whose Sin is cover'd with a Smile: 2. To whom the Lord imputes no Guilt; Whose Heart is truly purg'd from Guile. 3. While silent I conceal'd my Crime, Thro' Anguish of my troubled Breast, My Bones grew dry, and waxed old; I roar'd all Day, and found no Rest. 4. Thy Hand did heavy on me fall, And Day and Night it's Strokes repeat; My vital Moisture dried up, As Ground is parch'd with Summer's Heat. 5. I then resolv'd no more to hide, But own, my Sin, before the Lord; Whose pard'ning Mercy soon stept in, And Comfort, to my Soul restor'd. 6. For this each godly Man will pray, In Times wherein thou may'st be found; In mighty Waters raging Floods, His stedfast Hopes shall ne'er be drown'd. 7. Thou art my only hiding Place, Where I from Trouble, safe abide; With Songs of thy Deliv'rance, thou Shalt compass me on ev'ry Side. Second Part 8. I'll wholsome Counsel to thee give, And teach thee how thou may'st be wise. Aright to order all thy Walk, I'll guide thee with my watchful Eyes. 9. O be not like the Horse, or Mule, Which Passions, and not Reason, sway; Whose Mouth, with Bit, and Reins, compel'd, Our Wills are forced to obey. 10. They that encrease in Wickedness, Their Sorrows greatly shall abound; But him that on the Lord relies Unnumber'd Mercies shall surround. 11. Let them be glad, in God rejoice, Who, in his Laws, their Life employ; Let all, who are upright in Heart, With sacred Triumph shout for Joy. Scripture: Psalm 32 Languages: English

O Blessed Man, whom God forgives

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #54 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Blessed Man, whom God forgives, And covers all his Sin; 2. To whom the Lord imputes no Guilt, Who's free from Guile within. 3. While I refus'd to own my Crime, The Horror in my Brest, Dry'd up my Bones; I roar'd all Day, And found no quiet Rest. 4. For Day, and Night, thine awful Hand, Heavy upon me beat; My Moisture dry'd, as Ground that's parch'd, With Summer's scorching Heat. 5. I then resolv'd no more to hide, My Sin, but freely own My Fault to God; and thou forgav'st The Guilt of what I'd done. 6. The Godly hence, in Season, shall To Thee pour out his Soul; Then tho' great Water-Floods should rage, None over him shall rowl. 7. Thou art my hiding Place, where I, From Harm, shall shelter'd be; With Songs of thy Deliv'rance, thou Shalt round encompass me. Second Part 8. I'll thee instruct, and teach the Way, How thou may'st wisely live: And safe Direction, in thy Walk, My watchful Eye shall give. 9. Be n't like the Horse, or Mule, which ne'er Submit to Reason's sway; Whose Mouths with Bitt, and Reins, we rule, And force them to obey. 10. The Wicked, by their Wickedness, Their Sorrows multiply; But Mercy shall encompass them Who on the Lord rely. 11. Let then the righteous ones be glad, And in the Lord rejoice; Let ail, that are upright in Heart, Triumph with joyful Voice. Scripture: Psalm 32 Languages: English

Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #56 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Rejoice ye righteous, in the Lord, 'Tis yours his Fame to raise. 2. Take Psalt'ry, Harp, and Ten-string'd Lute, And join in Songs of Praise. 3. Take a new Song, play skillfully; Loud let the Musick sound. 4. For wise, and just, the Lord's Words are, His Works with Truth abound. 5. Justice, and Truth, he loves; the Earth Is with his Goodness fill'd, 6. One Word from God the Heav'ns made, Their Host his Spirit will'd. 7. He gather'd the vast rowling Seas, Into a solid Heap; In Store-houses reserves the Depths; Which stated Limits keep. 8. Let all the Earth, and all the Worlds In Fear, before him, stand. 9. The Lord but spake, and it was made; 'Twas fix'd at his Command. 10. The Lord the Heathen's Counsels baulks; He makes their Purpose vain. 11. But firm his Counsel stands; his Thoughts Thro' ev'ry Age remain. Second Part 12. That Nation's bless'd whose God's the Lord, Whom he hath chose his own. 13. The Lord, to view the Sons of Men, From Heaven looketh down. 14. He, all the Earth's Inhabitants, From's dwelling Place surveys. 15. Their Hearts he fashioneth alike; And all their Works he weighs. 16. No King is sav'd by num'rous Hosts; By Strength the Strong's not freed. 17. 'Tis vain to look for Safety, from The Horses Strength, or Speed. 18. God's Eye's on them that do him fear; Whose Hopes in's Grace survive: 19. In War to save their Soul from Death; In Famine keep alive. 20. Our longing Soul waits for the Lord; He is our Help and Shield. 21. Since in his holy Name we trust, Our Hearts with Joy are fill'd. 22. O let thy tender Mercy, Lord, On us abiding be; As thou do'st know our steadfast Trust Is plac'd alone in Thee. Scripture: Psalm 33 Languages: English

Thro' all my Days, I'll bless the Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #57 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Thro' all my Days, I'll bless the Lord; My Tongue shall dwell upon his Praise. 2. My Soul shall glory in the Lord, Th' oppress'd shall hear, and Comfort raise. 3. O magnify the Lord with me; Come, let us joyn, t' exalt his Name. 4. I sought the Lord, who heard; and me, From all my Fears to rescue came. 5. On me they look, they gather'd round; And Gladness shone in ev'ry Face. 6. "This poor Man cry'd, and Favour found, "God heard, and sav'd him from Distress. 7. The mighty Angels of the Lord, Encampt, as Guards, around them ly; And safe Deliv'rance them afford, Who to his Arms for Shelter fly. 8. O try how good Jehovah is: They're bless'd who in his Strength confide. 9. O fear the Lord, ye Saints of his; And all your Wants shall be supply'd. 10. Tho' the young Lyons range the Plain, And hungry, roar for Lack of Food; Yet none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want supplies of real Good. Second Part 11. "O come, ye Children, hear my Word; "I'll teach you how to fear the Lord. 12. "What Man, long Life, desires to see, "That all his Days may prosp'rous be! 13. "Thy Tongue keep pure from Language vile; "Preserve thy Lips from speaking Guile: 14. "All Vice forsake; be good, and kind; "Seek Peace, preserve a friendly Mind. 15. The Lord the Just, with Favour, views; His Ears are open to their Cry. 16. But Wrath the wicked Man pursues; To rase his Name beneath the Sky. 17. When just Men cry, the Lord doth hear; From all their Troubles sets them free. 18. To broken-hearted he is near; The contrite Spirit save will he. 19. The Righteous many Griefs endure; But God delivers out of all. 20. He keepeth all his Bones secure; Not one of them be broken shall. 21. Evil the Wicked slays; and them Their Guilt consumes, who hate the Just. 22. His Servant's Soul, God will redeem; And none shalt fail who in him Trust. Scripture: Psalm 34 Languages: English

With them that strive, and fight with me

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #59 (1752) Lyrics: 1. With them that strive, and fight with me, Fight Lord; my Cause defend. 2. Seise Shield, and Buckler, and arise, Me, with thine Aid, befriend. 5. Advance thy pointed Spear, and stop My Persecutor's Way; In Mercy, to my trembling Soul, I'm thy Salvation, say. 4. Confounded, and asham'd, be they Who would my Soul surprise; Turn back, and to Confusion bring, All that my Hurt devise. 5. Drive them, as Chaff before the Wind Let them thine Angel chase. 6. Both dark, and slip'ry, make their Way; And with swift Vengeance trace. 7. For, unprovok'd, they, for my Soul, Have dig'd, and spread their Net. 8. With sudden Ruin, plunge him down Into the Toyls he set, 9. Then, to the Lord, my grateful Soul Shall shout her Thankfulness; In his Salvation I'll rejoice. And my Deliv'rer bless. 10. My Bones, preserv'd, shall say, O Lord, Who may with Thee compare Who frees the helpless from the strong, And Poor from Spoiler's Snare. Second Part 11. False Witness rose, and charged me, With Crimes I never knew. 12. They me reward with Ill, for Good; My very Life pursue. 13. But I, when they were sick, myself With Sack-cloth did invest; With Fasts I mourned, and my Pray'r Return'd into my Breast. 14. Had he, my Friend, or Brother, been, So were my Actions turn'd; I bow'd down heavily, as one That for his Mother mourn'd. 15. But my least slip was their Delight, When they assembled were; Abjects, unknown, together get, My Fame incessant tear. 16. Vile Parasites, who cringe for Bread, Admitted to their Feasts, At me have snarl'd, and gnash'd their Teeth, And flung their impious Jests. 17. How long, O Lord, wilt thou look on? Me rescue from their Pow'r; My Darling from the Lyon keep, That threatens to devour. 18. So, in the Congregation great, With Thanks I'll Thee confess; And, in the Face of all the World, To Thee my Praise address. Third Part 19. Let not, with Joy, insult o'er me, My treach'rous Enemies; Nor them that hate me, without Cause, Deride, with winking Eyes. 20. Their Words are not the Words of Peace; But foul malicious Lies, Against the quiet in the Land, They craftily devise. 21. Yea, with Insult, they laugh'd, and said, "Ha, ha, our Eye it saw. 22. Thou, Lord, hast seen, nor Silence keep. Nor far from me withdraw. 23. Rouse, Lord, and to my Judgment wake; My God, my Cause decree. 24. Judge me, O Lord, as thou art just, Lest they triumph o'er me. 25. O let them never, in their Heart, Have Cause to boast, and say, "Ah! ah! 'tis as our Heart could wish, "He's now become our Prey. 26. To Shame, and to Confusion, bring Who at my Hurt, are glad; Let them, who magnify themselves, Be with Dishonour clad. 27. Let those be glad, and shout for Joy, Who my just Cause confess; "And say, The Lord be magnify'd, "Who loves his Servant's Peace. 28. So shall my Tongue aloud proclaim The Justice of thy Ways; I'll spend my Days in sacred Hymns, To celebrate thy Praise. Scripture: Psalm 35 Languages: English

When Man, I see, grows bold in Sin

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #61 (1752) Lyrics: 1. When Man, I see, grows bold in Sin, My Heart may well advise, That there's no true religious Fear Of God, before his Eyes. 2. Himself he flatters, with Deceit, And thinks himself approved; Until, at length, he's sadly forc'd To hate the Crimes, he lov'd. 3. The Words are Mischief, and Deceit, Which from his Mouth proceed; Wisdom is banish'd from his Heart, And Goodness from his Deed. 4. In bad Designs, while on his Bed, He wastes his waking Time; Himself he hardens in his Sins, Nor sticks at any Crime. 5. Thy Mercy, Lord, from Heav'n shines, And spares the guilty Blood; Thy Faithfulness above the Clouds, And makes thy Promise good. 6. Thy Justice, like the Mounts of God, Stands firm, and ne'er decreast; Thy Judgments are unfathom'd Depths, Thou, Lord sav'st Man, and Beast. Second Part 7. O God, how excellent's thy Grace! How unconfin'd it flows! Therefore, in Shadow of thy Wings, Men's Son's their Trust repose. 8. They, with the Fatness of thy House, Shall fully be supply'd; And drink immortal Joys, at Streams Which from thy Favour glide. 9. Thou art the Fountain of our Life, All richly flows from Thee; We in thy Face's gracious Light, An heav'nly Light shall see. 10. The Wonders of thy Love to them That know Thee, still impart; And let thy Faithfulness extend, To all, upright in Heart. 11 . Let not the Foot of haughty Foes, Against me fatal prove; Nor all the Force of wicked Hands, Me, from my Hopes, remove. 12. Lo! there the Workers of Deceit Are fall'n before our Eyes; Down are they thrust, depriv'd of Pow'r, For ever more, to rise. Scripture: Psalm 36 Languages: English

My Heart concludes, the bold in Sin

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #63 (1752) Lyrics: 1. My Heart concludes, the bold in Sin, No fear of God has lodg'd within. 2. He blinds his Eyes with fond self Love; Until his Crimes most hateful prove. 3. False, and mischievous, Words he speaks; Wisdom, and Goodness, he forsakes. 4. In Bed, he plotts some vile Intent, His hardened Heart's on Mischief bent. 5. Thy Mercy, Lord, from Heav'n shines; And spares the Sinner, in his Sins: Thy Faithfulness unto thy Word, And Saints, above the Sky has soar'd. 6. Thy Justice, like great Mounts, remains. Thy Judgment mighty Depths contains; Lord, by thy providential Care, Both Man, and Beast, preserved are. Second Part 7. How wondrous excellent's thy Love! O thou who dwell'st the Heav'ns above! Therefore Men's Sons, when they're distrest, Fly to thy shelt'ring Wings for Rest. 8. With Fatness of thy House supply'd, Their joyful Souls are satisfy'd; From Thee immortal Pleasures rill, Where thou shalt make them drink their fill. 9. Life's Fountain is alone with Thee; Light, in thy glorious Light, we see. 10. To them that know Thee, Love impart; Thy Justice to th' upright in Heart. 11. Let no proud Foot destructive prove; Nor wicked Hand my Hopes remove. 12. The Wicked fallen are, by Surprise; They are thrust down, no more to rise. Scripture: Psalm 36 Languages: English

Fret not thyself, tho' wicked Men

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #64 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Fret not thyself, tho' wicked Men Grow opulent, and great; Let not their prosp'rous Vices raise Thine Envy, at their State. 2. For, like the Grass that's flourishing, They shall be soon cut down; They wither, as the verdent Herb, Before the scorching Sun. 3. But in the Lord repose thy Trust, And practice all that's good; So in the Land thou safe shall dwell, And sure shall be thy Food. 4. Delight thyself in God; and he Will thy Desires fulfill. 5. To God commit thy Way; trust him, And he'll perform all well. 6. Thy wronged Innocence he'll clear. As from the Clouds the Sun; He'll make thy Justice forth to shine, Bright as the Day at Noon. 7. Be silent, wait thou on the Lord, Let no Impatience rise, At their Success; who bring to pass, The Mischiefs they devise. 8. Enkindling Anger quench betimes, Wrath utterly forsake; Lest, Thee, Partaker in their Crimes, Ungovern'd Passions, make. 9. For wicked Men shall be cut off, By a most righteous Hand; But those that wait upon the Lord, Inherit shall the Land. 10. The Wicked soon are gone; nor shall. On strictest Search, be found; 11. Whereas the Meek possess the Earth; With Peace, and Joy, are crown'd, Second Part 12. The Wicked plot against the Just; They gnash, and rage, and foam. 13. But God derides their Schemes; he sees Their Day is near to come. 14. They've drawn the Sword,and bent the Bow, To make the Poor their Prey; To cast the Needy to the Ground, The upright Man to slay. 15. Their Sword shall pierce thro' their own Hearts; Their Bow be broke in twain. 16. The just Man's little Stores excells, What many Wicked gain. 17. The Wicked's Arms shall broken be ; But God the Just sustains. 18. Th'Upright he guides thro' all their Days, Their Portion safe remains. 19. When sad distressing Times approach, They free from Shame abide; Tho' Days of raging Famine come. They shall be satisfied. 20. But wicked Men shall be cut off, Who dare the Lord provoke; Like Fat of Lambs, they melt away, And vanish into Smoak. Third Part 21, The Wicked borrows, where he can, And takes no Care to pay; But righteous Men will Mercy show, And freely give away. 22. For those the Lord vouchsafes to bless, The promised Land enjoy; While such as fall beneath his Curse, He'll from the Earth destroy. 23. The Lord directs the good Man's Steps, Who loves his just Command: 54. Tho' he should fall, yet shall he rise, Supported by thine Hand. 25. Thro' Youth, and Age, I never saw, But righteous Men were fed; Nor have their Seed forsaken been, When asking for their Bread. 26. He's ever merciful, and lends: And blessed is his Race. 27. Depart from Evil, and do Good; And so prolong thy Days. 28. For God loves Judgment, he his Saints Preserves, and ne'er forsakes; But the vile Seed of wicked Men, Destruction overtakes. 29. The Righteous shall possess the Land; There dwell as setled Heirs. 30. His Mouth of sacred Wisdom speaks; Right Things his Tongue declares. 31. The Law of God is in his Heart; None of his Steps shall stray. 32. The Wicked watch, and seek by Crafts, The righteous Man to slay. 33. But God ne'er leaves, in wicked Hands, His Saints, without Defence; Nor their rash Judgment e'er approves, But clears their Innocence. Fourth Part 34. Wait on the Lord, and keep his Way, And thine shall be the Right To heir the Land; when wicked Men Shall perish in thy Sight. 35. I've seen the Wicked rise, and spread, As Trees in native Ground. 36. But lo! he vanish'd, Root, and Branch; When sought, could not be found. 37. Mark well the truly perfect Man, And carefully attend The upright Liver; and you'l find A blessed Peace his End. 39. But bold Transgressors surely shall One common Ruin share: Vengeance, at last, will cut them off, Nor any Wicked spare. 39. Whereas, the Safety of the just, Is wholly from the Lord; Who, when the Times most dang'rous prove, Will Strength to them afford. 40. The Lord will help, and rescue them. He'll free them from th' Unjust; Them from their Rage, and Pow'r, he'll save, Because in him they trust. Scripture: Psalm 37 Languages: English

O Lord, rebuke me not in Wrath

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #68 (1752) Lyrics: 1. O Lord, rebuke me not in Wrath; Nor, in thy Rage, chastise. 2. Thine Arrows stick in me; thy Hand Sore pressing on me lies. 3. Thine Anger's Heat consumes my Flesh, And leaves no Soundness there; My Bones are pain'd, and find no Rest, While all my Sins appear. 4. For o'er my Head, my Sins have rowl'd, They're a vast Burden grown; I Cannot bear their Punishment, Nor their least Guilt atone. 5. My Foolishness hath made my Wounds, Stench, and Corruption, grow. 6. Distress'd in Mind, and much bow'd down, I all Day mourning go. 7. A violent Heat has seis'd my Loins; And spread thro' ev'ry Part. 8. I'm feeble, broken sore, and roar, Thro' Anguish of my Heart. 9. All my Desire, and Groans, O Lord, To Thee are fully known. 1O. My Heart's perplex'd, my Strength doth fail; Mine Eye-Sight's from me gone. Second Part 11. Friends, and Companions, stand aloof, To see my wretched Plight; My Kinsmen stand far off, and gaze, At such a dismal Sight. 11. Then they, who hunted for my Life, Their Snares for me did lay; And they, that fought my Hurt, spread Lies, And fram'd Deceit all Day. 13. But, as one deaf, I did not hear; As dumb, my Tongue was ty'd: 14. Thus, as if quite bereft of Sense, I never once reply'd. 15. For in the Lord I trust; my God Will answer when I call. 16. Hear me, (I said,) lest they insult, And triumph when I fall. 17. For I am prone to halt; whilst Grief Thus constant preys within. 18. To Thee, Lord, I'll confess my Fault; With Sorrow for my Sin. 19. Mean while my Foes are lively grown, Encreas'd in Strength and Pride; They, that injuriosly me hate, Are greatly multiply'd. 20. And they that Ill for Good reward, A base ingratefull Crew, Are now my Adversaries turn'd; Because I Good pursue. 21. Forsake me not, O Lord; nor far, My God, from me depart. 22. Make hast to rescue me; for thou, Lord, my Salvation art. Scripture: Psalm 33 Languages: English

I thought to guard my Ways with Care

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #69 (1752) Lyrics: 1 I thought to guard my Ways with Care, And lest my tongue grow vain, to clap the Bridle to my Mouth; While I'm with the Profane. 2. I silent sat, as one that's dumb, A while, I held my Peace, From good discourse; but this I found, Did inward Pain increase. 3 My Heart, with Indignation, glow'd, While I was musing long; The fire within more fiercely burnt, Then spake I with my tongue. 4 Teach me, O Lord, to know mine End, And Measure of my Days, How short they are; Oh, may I know, How swift my time decays. 5 Lo! but a Span thou mad'st my days, Mine Age is Nought with Thee; At's best Estate, sure ev'ry Man Is wholly Vanity: 6 Surely, a Shadow's all his show, His mighty Stir is vain; He heaps up Wealth, but knows not who Shall heir his mighty Gain. Second Part. 7 What, Lord, can I expect on Earth? My Hope is fix'd in Thee. 8 Forgive my many sins; lest I, The Scorn of Fools, should be. 9 I silent was, and ne'er complain'd Because it was thy Will. 10 But lest thy hand consume me quite, Remove the Strokes I feel. 11 If thou but speak an angry Word, And man, for Sin, chastise; So vain is he, as eat by Moths, His Beauty fades, and dies, 12 Lord, hear my Pray'r, mov'd by my Tears, To my Request give Ear; For here I sojourn, Stranger=like, As all my Fathers were. 13 O spare me, Lord, my wasted Strength, In Mercy, now restore; E'er at thy Summons, I go hence, And shall be here no more. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English

I did resolve to guard my Ways

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #71 (1752) Lyrics: 1. I Did resolve to guard my Ways, And lest my Tongue grow loose, and vain, To put the Bridle to my Mouth; When e'er I mix'd with the Profane. 2. Profoundly silent, for a while, I heard their Talk, and held my Peace, Nor utter'd my devouter Thoughts; But this did inward Pain increase. 3. My Heart, with Indignation, glow'd. And, while I mus'd, the mighty Force Of Zeal, which burn'd within my Breast, Broke forth in this divine Discourse. 4. Teach me, O Lord, to know mine End, And what's the Measure of my Days, How they will issue; may I see How swift my fleeting Time decays. 5. Behold thou mad'st my Days a Span, My greatest Age is nought with Thee; Sure ev'ry Man, at his best State, Is altogether Vanity, 6. Man, like an empty Shadow, stalks; Lo! with what Noise, and Toil, and Cares, He heaps up Wealth, but all in vain: He knows not who shall be his Heirs. Second Part 7. What then, O Lord, can I expect, From such a fading World as this My Hopes are plac'd on Thee alone, The Source, and Centre, of my Bliss. 8. From all my Guilt, and Punishment, In Mercy, Lord, my Soul redeem; And make me not the Scorn of Fools, Who me reproach, and Thee blaspheme. 9. But, Lord, because 'tis thou corrects't; I would be dumb, and not complain. 10. Yet, lest thine Hand consume me quite, Thy heavy Strokes from me restrain. 11. For if thou speak'st an angry Word, When ever Man offendeth Thee; His Beauty blasts, as eat by Moths, Sure ev'ry Man is Vanity. 12. O hear my Pray'r, attend my Cry, With Pity Lord my Tears behold; I, as a Stranger sojourn here, As, all my Fathers did of old. 13. O Spare me, Lord, in Mercy spare, My wasted Strength to me restore; E'er by thy final Summons call'd, I hence shall go, and be no more. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English

With unmov'd Patience, for the Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #72 (1752) Lyrics: 1. With unmov'd Patience, for the Lord, I waited hopefully; He bow'd to me a gracious Ear, And heard my humble Cry. 2. He brought me from the roaring Pit, Where plung'd in Mire, I lay; He set my Feet upon a Rock, And firm he made my Way. 3. With a new Song he fill'd my Mouth; Praise to our God most high; Many shall see, and learn to fear, And on the Lord rely. 4. That Man is blest, who on the Lord, With Confidence, relies; Who disregards the Proud, and such As turn aside to Lies. 5. O Lord, my God, thy wondrous Works, Which thou hast wrought of old; And Thoughts of Kindness towards us, Are more than can be told. 6. Rich Sacrifice, and Offering, Thou did'st no more desire; Nor burnt, nor Sin Off'ring, but strict Obedience did require. 7. "Then said I, Lo, I come, of me "Thy sacred Rolls declare; 8. "My God, Thy Will is my Delight, "Thy Laws in my Heart are. 9. "I, in the Congregation great, "Have preached Righteousness; "Lo, Lord, thou know'st, I've not refrain'd "From publishiing thy Grace. 10. "I have not hid within my Heart "Nor from the World conceal'd, "Thy Faithfulness, and saving Health: "But Grace, and Truth reveal'd. Second Part 11. Those tender Mercies I proclaim Withhold not, Lord, from me; But let thy Kindness and thy Truth My constant Keepers be. 12. Numberless Evils me surround, My Sins have seiz'd me fast; They blind me, they exceed my Hairs Therefore my Heart's lay'd wast. ' 13. Be pleas'd, O Lord, in this Distress To come, and set me free; O gracious God, make no Delays, But hast to succour me. 14. Shame, and Confusion, be their Lot, Who at my Ruin aim; May they who wish, and seek, my Hurt, Be driven back with Shame. 15. With Desolation them reward, Who shamefully me treat; That sport themselves, and Triumph make, At mine afflicted State. 16. Let all that seek thy Face rejoice, In Thee be satisfy'd; Who thy Salvation love, still say, "The Lord be magnify'd. 17. Tho' I am poor, distress'd, the Lord Yet thinks on me alway: For thou my Help, and Saviour, art, My God, make no Delay. Scripture: Psalm 40 Languages: English

Thrice bless'd the Man, whose thoughtful Mind

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #74 (1752) Lyrics: 1. Thrice bless'd the Man, whose thoughtful Mind The Needy doth regard; With Safety in the evil Day, The Lord will him reward. 2. From Dangers he'll preserve his Life, On Earth he bless'd shall be; And none of all his spiteful Foes, On him, their Will shall see. 3. Upon his Bed of Languishing, The Lord will Strength supply; In Sickness kindly turn his Bed, That he may easy ly. 4. "O Lord, be merciful to me, (I thus myself express'd) "And heal my wounded Soul, for I "Against Thee have transgress'd. 5. Mine Enemies, maliciously, With Slanders me defame; In Wrath, they say, "When shall he die, "And perish shall his Name? 6. If e'er he comes to visit me, His Speech is cloath'd with Fraud; He gathers Evil to his Heart, Then spreads it all abroad. Second Part 7. Who hate me whisper evil Things, And do my Hurt devise. 8. "His Crimes have caught him fast,(say they) "He's fall'n, no more to rise. 9. Yea, my familiar Friend, from whom I nothing could conceal; Who ate my Bread, yet basely has Against me lift his Heel. 10. But thou, O Lord, be merciful, To me, I humbly pray; And raise me up, that I their Crimes, With Justice, may repay. 11. That me thou favour'st as thou said'st By this I surely know; Because to triumph over me, Thou suffer'st not my Foe. 12. For, as for me, thou dost uphold Me, in mine Innocence Thou settest me before thy Face, Art ever my Defence. 13. The Lord, the God of Isr'el's House, Be bless'd by Sons of Men, From Age to Age, till Time's no more. Amen! O Lord, Amen! Scripture: Psalm 41 Languages: English

As pants the chased, thirsty Hart

Hymnal: NVPD1752 #76 (1752) Lyrics: 1. As pants the chased, thirsty, Hart, After the cooling Brook; So pants my Soul for Thee, O God, For Thee I longing look. 2. My Soul for God, the living God, Thirsts, while I'm exil'd here; When shall I come, and in thy Courts, Before my God appear? 3. My mourning Tears, by Day, and Night, Have been my constant Food; While, with continual Insult, they Have cry'd, "Where is thy God? 4. My Soul I pour out, when I think, How to thy House I went, With Multitudes; in Joy, and Praise, Thy sacred Day we spent. 5. Why so dejected, O my Soul? Why art thou restless grown? Trust God; I yet shall sing his Praise, For his Salvation shown. 6. Tho' O my God, my Soul's cast down; Remember Thee I will, From Jordans Banks, and Hermon's Mount, And Misar's lowly Hill. Second Part 7. Deep calls to Deep; thy Thunders roar'd. And pour'd the Waters down; So o'er me have, with Force, and Noise, Thy Waves and Billows gone. 8. Thy Loving-kindness yet, O Lord, Shall brighten up the Day; Each Night I'll Anthems sing; to Thee, God of my Life, I'll pray. 9. I'll humbly say to God, my Rock, "Why do'st forget me so? "Why go I mourning, for the great "Oppression of the Foe? 10. It pierc'd my Bones, as with a Sword, To hear my Foes upbraid; While daily they with impious Scoffs, "Where is thy God? have said. 11. Why troubled? why cast down my Soul! Trust God: Thou yet shall sing Loud Songs to him, who is thy God, And Health's unfailing Spring. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English

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