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Consider All My Sorrows, Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9788 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And Thy deliverance send; My soul for Thy salvation faints; When will my troubles end? 2 Yet I have found ’tis good for me To bear my Father’s rod; Afflictions make me learn Thy law, And live upon my God. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins— I read Thy Word, I run Thy way, And hate my former sins. 4 Had not Thy Word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppressed with sorrow’s weight, Had sunk amongst the dead. 5 I know Thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest sufferings I endure Flow from Thy faithful care. 6 Before I knew Thy chastening rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep Thy Word Nor wander from Thy way. Languages: English Tune Title: TWENTY-FOURTH

Consider all my Sorrows, Lord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P119n (1766) Lyrics: 1 Consider all my Sorrows, Lord, And thy Deliv'rance send; My Soul for thy Salvation faints, When will my Troubles end? 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's Rod; Afflictions make me learn thy Law, And live upon my GOD. 3 This is the Comfort I enjoy When new Distress begins: I read thy Word, I run thy Way, And hate my former Sins. 4 Had not thy Word been my Delight When earthly Joys were fled, My Soul, opprest with Sorrows Weight Had sunk amongst the Dead. 5 I know thy Judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest Suff'rings I endure, Flow from thy faithful Care. 6 Before I knew thy chast'ning Rod My Feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy Word, Nor wander from thy Way. Topics: Afflicted saints happy; Counsel and Support from God; Delight in Law of God; Support Variety and Excellency Scripture: Psalm 119:67 Languages: English

Consider all my sorrows, Lord

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #272 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliv'rance send; My soul for thy salvation faints When will my troubles end? 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my father' rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy, When new distress begins, I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins. 4 Had not thy word been my delight, When earthly joys were fled, My soul, opprest with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Tho' they may seem severe: The sharpest suff'rings I endure Flow from thy faithful care. 6 Before I knew thy chast'ning rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way. Scripture: Psalm 119:153 Languages: English

Consider all my sorrows, Lord!

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #434 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord! And thy deliv'rance send. My soul for thy salvation faints; When will my troubles end? 2 Yet I have found, 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins; I read thy word, I run thy ways, And hate my former sins. 4 Had not thy word been my delight, When earthly joys were fled; My soul, oppress'd with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead. 5 I know, thy judgments, Lord! are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest suff'rings I endure Flow from thy faithful care. Topics: Particular Occasions and Circumstances Sickness and Recovery Languages: English

Consider all my sorrows, Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #623 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliv'rance send; My soul for thy salvation faints When will my troubles end? Yet I have found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins- I read thy word, I run thy way, And hate my former sins. Had not thy word been my delight When earthly joys were fled, My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight Had sunk amongst the dead. I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest suff'rings I endure Flow from thy faithful care. Before I knew thy chast'ning rod My feet were apt to stray; But now I learn to keep thy word, Nor wander from thy way. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

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