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The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #1a (1793) Scripture: Psalm 1 First Line: Blest is the man who shuns the place Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat: 2 But in the statutes of the Lord Has plac'd his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 [He like a plant of gen'rous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state.] 4 Green as the leaf and ever fair, Shall his profession shine, While fruit of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. 5 Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Among the sons of grace, When CHRIST the judge at his right hand Appoints his saints a place. 7 His eye beholds the path they tread; His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell. Languages: English

Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #2c (1793) Scripture: Psalm 2 First Line: Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? Lyrics: 1 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? The Romans why their swords employ? Against the Lord? their powers engage, His dear Anointed to destroy? 2 "Come, let us break his bands, they say: "This man shall never give us laws:" And thus they cast his yoke away, And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. 3 But God, who high in Glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controuls: He'll smite their heart with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. 4 "I will maintain the king I made "On Zion's everlasting hill, "My hand shall bring him from the dead, "And he shall stand your sovereign still." 5 [His wondrous rising from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares his heav'nly birth: "This day have I begot my Son. 6 "Ascend, my Son, to my right-hand, "There thou shalt ask, and I bestow "The outmost bounds of heathen lands; "To thee their suppliant tribes shall bow."] 7 But nations that resist his grace Shall fall beneath his lifted rod; His arm shall crush the impious race, That dares provoke th' avenging God. Pause. 8 Now ye that sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb; Now to his feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his name. 9 With humble love address the Son, Lest he grow angry, and ye die, His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, His love gives life above the sky. 10 His storms shall quell the stuborn foe, And sink his honours in the dust: Happy the souls, their God that know, And make his grace their only trust. Languages: English

Why did the nations join to slay

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #2b (1793) Scripture: Psalm 2 Lyrics: 1 Why did the nations join to slay The Lord’s anointed Son? Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down? 2 The Lord that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below, He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through. 3 “I call him my eternal Son, "And raise him from the dead! "I make my holy hill his throne, "And wide his kingdom spread. 4 "Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmost heathen lands; "Thy rod of iron shall destroy "The rebel that withstands." 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th’ anointed Lord, Adore the King of heavenly birth, And tremble at his word. 6 With humble love address his throne, For if he frown ye die: Those are secure, and those alone, Who on his grace rely. Languages: English

Christ Dying, Rising, Interceding, and Reigning

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #2a (1793) Scripture: Psalm 2 First Line: Maker and sovereign Lord Lyrics: [1 Maker and sovereign Lord Of heaven and earth and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees. 2 The things so long foretold By David are fulfill'd, When Jews and Gentiles join to slay Jesus, thine holy Child.] 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews with one accord Join all their councils to destroy Th' Anointed of the Lord? 4 Rulers and Kings agree To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite, Against his Christ they join. 5 The Lord derides their rage, And will support his throne; He that hath rais'd him from the dead, Hath own'd him for his Son. Pause. 6 Now he's ascended high, To rule the subject earth; The merit of his blood he pleads, And pleads his heavenly birth. 7 Beneath his sovereign sway The Gentile nations bend; Far as the world's remotest bounds His kingdom shall extend. 8 The nations that rebel, Must feel his iron rod; He'll vindicate those honours well Which he receiv'd from God. 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at his throne; With trembling joy, ye people, bow, To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place: Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.] Languages: English

Doubts and Fears suppressed; or God our Defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #3a (1793) Scripture: Psalm 3 First Line: My God how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God, how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threat'ening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from the holy hill He bow'd a list'ning ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdu'd my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood: Terrors no more shall shake my soul: My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy Grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And Death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save: Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #3b (1793) Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry; Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure, Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Languages: English

Hearing of Prayer; or God our Portion, and Christ our Hope

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #4a (1793) Scripture: Psalm 4:1-4 First Line: O God of grace and righteousness Lyrics: 1 O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain: Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviours name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears and pities their complaints, For the dear sake of Christ that died. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav'nly food. 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice At grace divine, and love so great; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boasted state. Languages: English

An Evening Hymn

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #4b (1793) Scripture: Psalm 4:3-5 First Line: Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray; I am for ever thine: I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and business free, ’Tis sweet conversing on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I’ll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. Languages: English

For the Lord's Day Morning

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #5 (1793) Scripture: Psalm 5 First Line: Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness, Make every path of duty strait, And plain before my face. Pause. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design, To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust, For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #6a (1793) Scripture: Psalm 6 First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans; And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Languages: English