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Complaint under the Temptation of Death

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.) #23 (1786) First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my son, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued; Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaint under the Temptation of Death

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #23 (1790) First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued; Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaint under the Temptation of Death

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.) #27 (1786) First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued; Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaint under the Temptation of Death

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #27 (1787) First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued; Afflictions hope in them; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope in darkness; Satan subdued Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaint under the temptation of the devil

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #27 (1791) First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throughs his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace, Whence all my comforts spring: I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English