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Adore and tremble, for our God

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXLI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Adore and tremble, for our God is a consuming Fire, His jealous Eyes his Wrath inflame, And raise his Vengeance higher. 2 Almighty Vengeance, how it burns! how bright his Fury glows! Vast Magazines of Plagues and Storms lie treasured for his Foes. 3 Those Heaps of Wrath, by slow Degrees are forc'd into a Flame, But kindled, oh! how fierce they blaze! and rend all Nature's Frame. 4 At his Approach the Mountains flee, and seek a watry Grave; The frighted Sea makes Haste away, and shrinks up ev'ry Wave. 5 Through the wide Air the weighty Rocks. are swift as Hail-stones hurl'd; Who dares engage his fiery Rage that shakes the solid World? 6 Yet, mighty God, thy sov'reign Grace sits Regent on the Throne, The Refuge of thy chosen Race when Wrath comes rushing down. 7 Thy Hand shall on rebellious Kings a fiery Tempest pour, While we beneath thy shelt'ring Wings thy just Revenge adore. Scripture: Nahum 1:1-3 Languages: English

Against all those that strive with me

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XXXV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Against all those that strive with me, O Lord, assert my Right: With such as War unjustly wage, do Thou my Battles fight. 2 Thy Buckler take, and bind thy Shield upon thy warlike Arm: Stand up, my God, in my Defence; and keep me safe from Harm. 3 Bring forth thy Spear; and stop their Course, that haste my Blood to spill; Say to my Soul, "I am thy Health, "and will preserve thee still." 4 Let them with Shame be cover'd o'er, who my Destruction sought: And such as did my Harm devise, be to Confusion brought. 5 Then shall they fly, dispers'd like Chaff before the driving Wind: God's vengeful Minister of Wrath shall follow close behind. 6 And, when thro' dark and slipp'ry Ways they strive his Rage to shun, His vengeful Ministers of Wrath shall goad them, as they run. 7 Since, unprovok'd by any Wrong, they hid their treach'rous Snare; And for my harmless Soul a Pit, did without Cause prepare; 8 Surpriz'd by Mischiefs unforeseen, by their own Arts betray'd, Their Feet shall fall into the Net, which they for me have laid; 9 Whilst my glad Soul shall God's great Name, for this Deliv'rance bless; And, by His saving Health secur'd, its grateful Joy express. 10 My very Bones shall say, "O Lord, who can compare with Thee? "Who sett'st the poor and helpless Man "from strong Oppressors free. Part II 11 False Witnesses, with forg'd Complaints, against my Truth combin'd; And to my Charge such Things they laid, as I had ne'er design'd. 12 The Good which I to them had done, with Evil they repaid; And did, by Malice undeserv'd, my harmless Life invade. 13 But as for me, when they were sick, I still in Sackcloth mourn'd; I pray'd and fasted, and my Pray'r to my own Breast return'd. 14 Had they my Friends or Brethren been, I could have done no more; Nor with more decent Signs of Grief a Mother's Loss deplore. 15 How diff'rent did their Carriage prove, in Times of my Distress! When they, in Crouds together met, did savage Joy express. The Rabble too, in num'rous Throngs, by their Example, came; And ceas'd not, with reviling Words, to wound my spotless Fame. 16 Scoffers, that noble Tables haunt, and earn their Bread with Lyes, Did gnash their Teeth, and sland'rous Jests maliciously devise. 17 But, Lord, how long wilt thou look on? On my Behalf appear; And save my guiltless Soul, which they, like rav'ning Beasts, would tear. Part III 18 So I, before the list'ning World, shall grateful Thanks express; And where the great Assembly meets, thy Name with Praises bless. 19 Lord, suffer not my causeless Foes, who me unjustly hate, With open Joy, or secret Signs, to mock my sad Estate. 20 For they, with Hearts averse from Peace, industriously devise Against the Men of quiet Minds to forge malicious Lyes. 21 Nor with these private Arts content, aloud they vent their Spite; And say, "At last we found him out; "he did it in our Sight." 22 But Thou, who dost both them and me with righteous Eyes survey, Assert my Innocence, O Lord, and keep not far away. 23 Stir up Thyself; in my Behalf, to Judgment, Lord, awake: Thy righteous Servant's Cause, O God, to thy Decision take. 24 Lord, as my Heart has upright been, let me thy Justice find; Nor let my cruel Foes obtain the Triumph they design'd. 25 O! let them not, amongst themselves, in boasting Language, say. "At length our Wishes are complete; "at last he's made our Prey." 26 Let such as in my Harm rejoic'd, for Shame their Faces hide; And foul Dishonour wait on those, that prouldy me defy'd: 27 Whilst they with chearful Voices shout, who my just Cause befriend; And bless the Lord, who loves to make Success his Saints attend. 28 So shall my Tongue Thy Judgments sing, inspir'd with grateful Joy; And chearful Hymns, in Praise of Thee, shall all my Days employ. Scripture: Psalm 35 Languages: English

All ye who faithful Servants are

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXX (1760) Lyrics: 1 All ye who faithful Servants are of our almighty King, Both high and low, and small and great, his Praise devoutly sing. 2 Let us rejoice, and render Thanks to his most holy Name; Rejoice, rejoice, for now is come the Marriage of the Lamb. 3 His Bride her self has ready made how pure and white her Dress! Which is the Saints Integrity, and spotless Holiness. 4 O therefore blest is ev'ry one who to the Marriage Feast, And holy Supper of the Lamb is call'd a welcome Guest. Scripture: Revelation 19:5 Languages: English

As pants the Hart for cooling Streams

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XLII (1760) Lyrics: 1 As pants the Hart for cooling streams, when heated in the Chace; So longs my Soul, O God, for Thee, and thy refreshing Grace. 2 For Thee, my God, the living God, my thirsty Soul doth pine: O! when shall I behold thy Face, Thou Majesty Divine? 3 Tears are my constant Food, while thus insulting Foes upbraid: "Deluded Wretch! where's now thy God? "And where his promis'd Aid?" 4 I sigh whene'er my musing Thoughts those happy Days present, When I with Troops of pious Friends thy Temple did frequent; When I advanc'd with Songs of Praise, my solemn Vows to pay; And led the joyful sacred Throng, and kept the Festal Day. 5 Why restless, why cast down, my Soul? trust God; and He'll employ His Aid for thee, and change these Sighs to thankful Hymns of Joy. 6 My Soul's cast down, o God; but thinks on Thee and Sion, still; From Jordan's Bank, from Hermon's Heights, And Missar's humbler Hill. 7 One Trouble calls another on; and, bursting o'er my Head, Fall spouting down, till round my Soul, a roaring Sea is spread. 8 But when thy Presence, Lord of Life, has once dispell'd this Storm, To Thee I'll midnight Anthems sing, and all my Vows perform. 9 God of my Strength, how long shall I, like one forgotten, mourn, Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd to my Oppressor's Scorn? 10 My Heart is pierc'd, as with a Sword, whilst thus my Foes upbraid; "Vain Boaster, where is now thy God? "and where His promis'd Aid?" 11 Why restless, why cast down, my Soul? hope still; and thou shalt sing The Praise of Him who is thy God, thy Health's eternal Spring. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English

At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 At length, by certain Proofs, 'tis plain That God will to his Saints be kind; That all whose Hearts are pure and clean, Shall his protecting Favour find. 2,3 Till this sustaining Truth I knew, My stagg'ring Feet had almost fail'd: I griev'd, the Sinner's Wealth to view, And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd. 4,5 They to the Grave in Peace descend, And, whilst they live, are hale and strong; No Plague or Troubles them offend, Which oft to other Men belong. 6.7 With Pride, as with a Chain, they're held, And Rapine seems their Robe of State; Their Eyes stand out, with Fatness swell'd; They grow, beyond their Wishes, great. 8,9 With Hearts corrupt, and lofty Talk, Oppressive methods they defend; Their Tongue thro' all the Earth does walk, Their Blasphemies to Heav'n ascend. 10 And yet admiring Crouds are found, Who servile Visits duely make; Because with Plenty they abound, Of which their flatt'ring Slaves partake. 11 Their fond Opinion these pursue, Till they with them profanely cry, "How should the Lord our Actions view? "Can He perceive, who dwells so high? 12 Behold the Wicked! these are they Who openly their Sins profess; And yet their Wealth's encreas'd each Day, And all their Actions meet Success. 13,14 "Then have I cleans'd my Heart (said I), "And wash'd my Hands from Guilt, in vain; "If all the Day oppress'd I lie, "And ev'ry Morning suffer Pain." 15 Thus did I once to speak intend: But if such Things I rashly say, Thy Children, Lord, I must offend, And basely should their Cause betray. Part II 16,17 To fathom this, my Thoughts I bent; But found the Case too hard for me; Till to the House of God I went: Then I their End did plainly see. 18 How high soe'er advanc'd, they all On slipp'ry Places loosely stand; Thence into Ruin headlong fall, Cast down by thy avenging Hand. 19,20 How dreadful and how quick their Fate! Despis'd by Thee, when they're destroy'd; As waking Men with Scorn do treat The Fancies that their Dreams employ'd. 21, 22 Thus was my Heart with Grief opprest, My Reins were rack'd with restless Pains; So stupid was I, like a Beast, Who no reflecting Thought retains. 23,24 Yet still thy Presence me supply'd, And thy Right-hand Assistance gave; Thou first shalt with thy Counsel guide And then to Glory me receive. 25 Whom then in Heav'n but Thee alone Have I, whose Favour I require? Throughout the spacious Earth there's none That I besides Thee can desire. 26 My trembling Flesh, and aching Heart May often fail to succour me; But God shall inward Strength impart, And my eternal Portion be. 27 For they that far from Thee remove, Shall into sudden Ruin fall: If after other Gods they rove, Thy Vengeance shall destroy them all. 28 But as for me, 'tis good and just, That I should still to God repair; In Him I always put my Trust, And will his wondrous Works declare. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Awake, our Souls, away our Fears

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXLII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Awake our Souls, (away, our Fears, Let every trembling Thought be gone) Awake, and run the heavenly Race And put a chearful Courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny Road, And mortal Spirits tire and faint, But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the Strength of ev'ry Saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless Pow'r Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures while endless Years Their everlasting Circles run. 4 From Thee the overflowing Spring, Our Souls shall drink a fresh Supply, While such as trust their native Strength Shall melt away and drop, and die. 5 Swift as an Eagle cuts the Air, We'll mount aloft to thine Abode, On Wings of Love our Souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heavenly Road. Scripture: Isaiah 40:28-31 Languages: English

Behold, O God, how heathen Hosts

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 Behold, O God, how heathen Hosts have thy Possession seiz'd! Thy sacred House they have defil'd, thy holy City raz'd! 2 The mangled Bodies of thy Saints, abroad unburied lay; Their Flesh expos'd to savage Beasts, and rav'nous Birds of Prey. 3 Quite thro' Jerus'lem was their Blood like common Water shed; And none were left alive to pay last Duties to the Dead. 4 The neighb'ring Lands our small Remains with loud Reproaches wound; And we a laughing Stock are made to all the Nations round. 5 How long wilt Thou be angry, Lord, must we for ever mourn; Shall thy devouring jealous Rage, like Fire for ever burn? 6 On foreign Lands that know not Thee, thy heavy Vengeance show'r; Those sinful Kingdoms let it crush, that have not own'd thy Pow'r. 7 For their devouring Jaws have prey'd on Jacob's chosen Race; And to a barren Desart turn'd their fruitful Dwelling-place. 8 O think not on our former Sins, but speedily prevent The utter Ruin of thy Saints, almost with Sorrow spent. 9 Thou God of our Salvation, help, and free our Souls from Blame; So shall our Pardon and Defence exalt thy glorious Name. 10 Let Infidels, that scoffing say, "where is the God they boast?" In Vengeance for thy slaughter'd Saints, perceive Thee to their Cost. 11 lord, hear the sighing Pris'ner Moans, thy saving Pow'r extend; Preserve the Wretches doom'd to die, from that untimely End. 12 On them, who us oppress, let all our Suff'rings be repaid; Make their Confusion seven times more than what on us they laid. 13 So we thy People and thy Flock, shall ever praise thy Name; And with glad Hearts our grateful Thanks from Age to Age proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 79 Languages: English

Behold the Glories of the Lamb

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Behold the Glories of the Lamb amidst his Father’s Throne; Prepare new Honours for his Name, and Songs before unknown. 2 Let Elders worship at his Feet, the Church adores around, With Vials full of Odours sweet, with Harps of sweetest Sound. 3 Those are the offer'd Prayers of Saints, and these the Hymns they raise: Jesus is kind to our Complaints, He loves to hear our Praise, 4 Now to the Lamb that once was slain, be endless Blessings paid; Salvation, Glory, Joy remain for ever on thy Head. 5 Thou hast redeem'd our Souls with Blood, hast set the Pris’ners free, Hast made us Kings and Priests to God, and we shall reign with Thee. 6 The Worlds of Nature and of Grace are put beneath thy Pow'r Then shorten these delaying Days, and bring the promis'd Hour. Scripture: Revelation 5:6-12 Languages: English

Behold what wond'rous grace

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXLVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Behold what wond'rous Grace the Father has bestow'd On Sinners of a mortal Race, to call them Sons of God! 2 'Tis no surprizing Thing, that we should be unknown; The Jewish World knew not their King, God's everlasting Son: 3 Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, we shall be like our Head. 4 A Hope so much divine may Trials well endure, May purge our Souls from Sense and Sin as Christ the Lord is pure. 5 If in my Father's Love I share filial Part, Send down thy Spirit like a Dove, to rest upon my Heart. 6 We would no longer lie like Slaves beneath the Throne: My Faith shall Abba Father, cry, and thou the Kindred own. Scripture: 1 John 3:1-3 Languages: English

Bless God, my Soul,; Thou, Lord, alone

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Bless God, my Soul; thou, Lord, alone Possessest Empire without Bounds, With Honour Thou art crown'd, thy Throne Eternal Majesty surrounds. 2 With Light Thou dost thyself enrobe, And Glory for a Garment take; Heaven's Curtains stretch, beyond the Globe, Thy Canopy of State to make. 3 God builds on liquid Air, and forms His Palace Chambers in the Skies; The Clouds his Chariots are, and Storms The swift-wing'd Steeds with which he flies. 4 As bright as Flame, as swift as Wind, His Ministers Heaven's Palace fill, To have their sundry Tasks assign'd All proud to serve their Sov'reign's Will. 5,6 Earth on her Centre fix'd He set, Her Face with Waters overspread; Nor proudest Mountains dar'd as yet, To lift above the Waves their Head. 7 But when thy awful Face appear'd, Th' insulting Waves dispers'd; they fled, When once thy Thunder's Voice they heard, And by their Haste confess'd their Dread. 8 Thence up by secret Tracks they creep, And gushing from the Mountain's Side, Thro' Vallies travel to the Deep, Appointed to receive their Tide. 9 There hast thou fix'd the Ocean's Bounds, The threatning Surges to repel; That they no more o'erpass their Mounds, Nor to a second Deluge swell. Part II 10 Yet thence in smaller Parties drawn, The Sea recovers her lost Hills; And starting Springs from ev'ry Lawn, Surprize the Vales with plenteous Rills. 11 The Fields tame Beasts are thither led, Weary with Labour, faint with Drought; And Asses on wild Mountains bred, Have Sense to find these Currents out. 12 There shady Trees from scorching Beams, Yield Shelter to the feather'd Throng; They drink, and to the bounteous Streams Return the Tribute of their Song. 13 His Rains from Heav'n parch'd hills recruit, That soon transmit the liquid Store; 'Till Earth is burthen'd with her Fruit, And Nature's Lap can hold no more. 14 Grass, for our Cattle to devour, He makes the Growth of ev'ry Field; Herbs, for Man's Use of various Pow'r, That either Food or Physick yield. 15 With cluster'd Grapes he crowns the vine, To chear Man's Heart opprest with Cares, Give Oil that makes his Face to shine; And Corn, that wasted Strength repairs. Part III 16 The Trees of God, without the Care Or Art of Man, with Sap are fed; The Mountain Cedar looks as fair, As those in royal Gardens bred. 17 Safe in the lofty Cedar's Arm's The Wand'rers of the Air may rest; The hospitable Pine from Harms Protects the Stork, her pious Guest. 18 Wild Goats the craggy Rock ascend, Its tow'ring Heights their Fortress make, Whose Cells in labyrinths extend, Where feebler Creatures Refuge take. 19 The Moon's inconstant Aspect shows Th' appointed Seasons of the Year; Th' instructed Sun his Duty knows, His Hours to rise and disappear. 20,21 Darkness He makes the Earth to shroud, When Forest-Beasts securely stray; Young Lions roar their Wants aloud To Providence, that sends them Prey. 22 They range all Night, on Slaughter bent, 'Till summon'd by the rising Morn, To skulk in Dens with one Consent, The conscious Ravagers return. 23 Forth to the Tillage of the Soil, The Husbandman securely goes, Commencing with the Sun his Toil, With him returns to his Repose. 24 How various, Lord, thy Works are found; For which thy Wisdom we adore! The Earth is with thy Treasure crown'd, 'Till Nature's Hand can grasp no more. Part IV 25 But still, the vast unfathom'd Main Of Wonders a new Scene supplies, Whose Depths Inhabitants contain, Of ev'ry Form and ev'ry Size. 26 Full-freighted Ships from ev'ry Port, There cut their unmolested Way; Leviathan, whom there to sport Thou mad'st, his Compass there to play. 27 These various Troops of Sea and Land, In Sense of common Want agree: All wait on thy dispensing Hand, And have their daily Alms from Thee. 28 They gather what thy Stores disperse, Without their Trouble to provide: Thou op'st thy Hand, the Universe, The craving World is all supply'd. 29 Thou for a Moment hid'st thy Face, The num'rous Ranks of Creatures mourn: Thou tak'st their Breath, all Nature's Race Forthwith to Mother-Earth return. 30 Again thou send'st thy Spirit forth, T'inspire the Mass with vital Seed; Nature's restor'd, and Parent-Earth Smiles on her new-created Breed. 31 Thus through successive Ages stands Firm fix'd thy providential Care; Pleas'd with the Work of thy own Hands, Thou dost the Wastes of Time repair. 32 One Look of thine, one wrathful Look, Earth's panting Breast with Terror fills; One Touch from Thee, with Clouds of Smoak, In Darkness shrouds the proudest Hills. 33 In praising God, while He prolongs My Breath, I will that Breath employ; 34 And join Devotion to my Songs Sincere, as in Him is my Joy: 35 While Sinners from Earth's Face are hurl'd, My Soul, praise thou his holy Name, 'Till with my Song, the list'ning world Join Consort, and his Praise proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English