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O God, My Refuge, Hear My Cries

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4870 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2. Their rage is leveled at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hopes in God. 3. With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4. O were I like a feathered dove, And innocence had wings, I’d fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5. Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6. Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To ’scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well. 7. By morning light I’ll seek His face, At noon repeat my cry; The night shall hear me ask His grace, Nor will He long deny. 8. God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If He command their aid. 9. I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon His Word, That saints shall never fall. 10. My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread His praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Languages: English Tune Title: BURFORD
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #55 (1789) Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hopes in God. 3 What inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I’d fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To ’scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well. 7 By morning light I’ll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes can not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Part II. 11 Let sinners take their course, And chuse the road to death; But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath. 12 My thoughts address his throne, When morning brings the light; I'll seek his blessing ev'ry noon, And pay my vows at night. 13 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God, While sinners perish in surprise, Beneath thine angry rod. 14 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear, nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. 15 But I with all my cares Will lean upon the Lord; I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word. 16 His arm shall well sustain The children of his love; The ground on which their safety stands, No earthly power can move. Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears;, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hopes in God. 3 What inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I’d fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To ’scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well. 7 By morning light I’ll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Topics: Support for the Afflicted and tempted Soul Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English
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O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P55a (1766) Lyrics: 1 O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries, Behold my flowing Tears; For Earth and Hell my Hurt devise, And triumph in my Fears. 2 Their Rage is levell'd at my Life, My Soul with Guilt they load, And fill my Thoughts with inward Strife To shake my Hope in GOD. 3 With inward Pain my Heart-strings sound, I groan with ev'ry Breath; Horror and Fear beset me round Amongst the Shades of Death. 4 O were I like a feather'd Dove, And Innocence had Wings; I'd fly, and make a long Remove From all these restless Things. 5 Let me to some wild Desart go, And find a peaceful Home, Where Storms of Malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain Intentions all To 'scape the Rage of Hell! The mighty GOD, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By Morning-Light I'll seek his Face, At Noon repeat my Cry; The Night shall hear me ask his Grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 GOD shall preserve my Soul from Fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten Thousand Angels must appear, If he command their Aid. 9 I cast my Burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My Courage rests upon his Word, That Saints shall never fall. 9 My highest Hopes shall not be vain, My Lips shall spread his Praise; While cruel and deceitful Men Scarce live out Half their Days. Topics: Daily Devotion; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Temptations support under them Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
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O God, my refuge! hear my cries

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #123 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge! hear my cries, "Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is levell'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I'd fly, and make a long remove, From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all, To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call Can save me here as well. Pause; 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry; The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain; My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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O God, my Refuge, hear my cries

Author: Watts Hymnal: Plymouth Collection #a794 (1863)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: My Little Singing Book #d49 (1843) Languages: English
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America #P55a (1830)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Church Psalmody #P55.2 (1831) Languages: English
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #P55.1 (1835)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist; or, Watts' Psalms and Hymns #P55a (1840)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Church Psalmody #P55b (1843) Languages: English
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship #P55.1 (1845)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns #P55b (1872)
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O God, my Refuge, hear my cries

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns, with the Doctrinal Standards and Liturgy of the Reformed Protestant Dutch Church in North America #P55.I (1860)
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O God, my refuge! hear my cries

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P55a (1857) Languages: English
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O God, my refuge! hear my cries

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P55a (1847) Languages: English
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #55a (1842)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns #P55a (1814)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns, with the Catechism, Confession of Faith, and Liturgy, of the Reformed Dutch Church in North America #P55a (1839)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Manual of Christian Psalmody #P55b (1832) Languages: English

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: Spurgeon's Own Hymn Book #55 (2019)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Hymnal: The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book #76d (1859)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psaltery #d191 (1845)
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Congregational Hymn and Tune Book; containing the Psalms and Hymns of the General Association of Connecticut, adapted to Suitable Tunes #366 (1856) Languages: English
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O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #369 (1835)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book, in Two Parts #d419 (1825)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d577 (1844)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d590 (1848)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship #d598 (1848)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d611 (1843)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns for Public worship, Containing All the Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts ... #d659 (1835)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Melodies of the Church #d734 (1832) Languages: English

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Sabbath Hymn Book. Baptist ed. #d748 (1858)

O God, my refuge, hear my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #d767 (1833) Languages: English
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O God, my Refuge, hear my cries

Author: Watts Hymnal: Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes; for the use of Christian Congregations #794 (1855)
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O God, my Refuge, hear my cries

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #794 (1858)
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Psalm 55

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.124 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: O God, my refuge, hear my cries, "Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. Their rage is leveled at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. O were I like a feathered dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well. By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry; The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If he command their aid. I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Topics: Temptations support under them; Afflicted and tempted, supported; Daily Devotion; Devotion daily; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LVa (1780) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries Behold my flowing tears; For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is levell'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in GOD. 3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desart go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all, To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty GOD on whom I call, Can save me here as well. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry; The night shall hear me ask his grace; Nor will he long deny. 8 GOD shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the LORD, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain; My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #99 (1790) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Topics: Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily; Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #100 (1740) First Line: O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries Lyrics: 1 O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries, Behold my flowing Tears; For Earth and Hell my Hurt devise, And triumph in my Fears. 2 Their Rage is levell'd at my Life, My Soul with Guilt they load, And fill my Thoughts with inward Strife, To shake my Hope in GOD. 3 With inward Pain my Heart-strings sound, I groan with ev'ry Breath; Horror and Fear beset me round Amongst the Shades of Death. 4 O were I like a feather'd Dove, And Innocence had Wings; I'd fly, and make a long Remove, From all these restless Things. 5 Let me to some wild Desart go, And find a peaceful Home; Where Storms of Malice never blow, Temptations never come. 6 Vain hopes, and vain Intentions all To 'scape the Rage of Hell! The mighty GOD, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By Morning-Light I'll seek his Face, At Noon repeat my Cry; The Night shall hear me ask his Grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 GOD shall preserve my Soul from Fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten Thousand Angels must appear, If he command their Aid. 9 I cast my Burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My Courage rests upon his Word, That Saints shall never fall. 9 My highest Hopes shall not be vain, My Lips shall spread his Praise; While cruel and deceitful Men Scarce live out Half their Days. Topics: Daily Devotion; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Temptations support under them Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted soul

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #114 (1791) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heartstrings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 O were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #LVa (1785) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in GOD. 3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty GOD, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 GOD shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: Psalms #55a (1793) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heart=strings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
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O God, our refuge, hear our cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist #P55a (1840)
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #99 (1786) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Topics: Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily; Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #106 (1786) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Topics: Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily; Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
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Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #106 (1787) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound, I groan with every breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men, Scarce live out half their days. Topics: Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily; Afflicted supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Worship daily Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
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God, our Refuge

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P55a (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Languages: English

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