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Psalm 41

Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 86 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 41:1-3 First Line: Blest is the man whose bowels move Lyrics: Blest is the man whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor; Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; He, in the time of gen'ral grief, Shall find the Lord has bowels too. His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth Around him multiply their dead. Or if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n; Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav'n. Topics: Poor charity to them; Afflicted pity to them; Charity to the poor; Liberality rewarded; Pity to the afflicted

How Blest the Man Who Thoughtfully

Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Appears in 6 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 41 Topics: Character, Evil; Mercy, Christian; Sickness; Doxologies; Betrayal; Poor Used With Tune: DEDEKAM

Happy the Man whose tender Care

Appears in 16 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 41 Lyrics: 1 Happy the Man, whose tender Care relieves the Poor distress'd! When he's by Troubles compaas'd round, the Lord shall give him Rest. 2 The Lord his Life, with Blessings crown'd, in Safety shall prolong; And disappoint the Will of those that seek to do him Wrong. 3 If he in languishing Estate, oppress'd with Sickness, lie; The Lord will easy make his Bed, and inward Strength supply. 4 Secure of this, to Thee, my God, I thus my pray'r address'd: "Lord, for thy Mercy, heal my Soul, "tho' I have much trasgress'd." 5 My cruel Foes, with sland'ring Words, attempt to wound my Fame: "When shall he die (say they,) and Men "Forget his very Name?" 6 Suppose they formal Visits make, 'tis all but empty Show: They gather Mischief in their Hearts, and vent it where they go. 7,8 With private Whispers, such as these, to hurt me they devise: "A sore Disease afflicts him now; "he's fall'n, no more to rise." 9 My own familiar Bosom-friend, on whom I most rely'd, Has me, whose daily Guest he was, with open Scorn defy'd. 10 But thou my sad and wretched State, in Mercy, Lord, regard; And raise me up, that all their Crimes may meet their just Reward. 11 By this I know, thy gracious Ear is open when I call; Because Thou suffer'st not my Foes to triumph in my Fall. 12 Thy tender Care secures my Life from Danger and Disgrace; And Thou vouchsaf'st to set me still before thy glorious Face. 13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God from Ages to Age be blest; And all the People's glad Applause with loud Amens express'd.

Blessed is he that considereth the poor

Appears in 11 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 41

To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David

Appears in 3 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 41 First Line: O bless'd is he that wisely doth Lyrics: 1 O bless'd is he that wisely doth Unto the poor attend: The Lord will him deliverance In time of trouble send. 2 The Lord will keep and make him live, On Earth he blest shall be; And give him not unto the will Of his sore enemy. 3 Upon the bed of languishing The Lord will strengthen him; Thou also wilt make all his bed Within his sickness time: 4 I said, Jehovah unto me Thy tender grace I crave; Heal thou my soul, because that I Against thee sinned have. 5 Those men that be mine enemies, With evil me defame; When will the time come he shall die, And perish shall his name? 6 And if he come to visit me, He speaks vain lies in heart: He heapeth evils, then he goes Abroad them to impart. [2] 7 All that me hate, against me they Together whisper still: Against me they imagine do To me malicious ill. 8 Thus do they say, some ill disease Unto him cleaveth sore: And seeing now he lyeth down, He shall rise up no more. 9 Moreover my familiar friend, On whom my trust I set, His heel against me lifted up, Who of my bread did eat. 10 But Lord me pity and me raise, That I may them requite, 11 By this I know assuredly, In me thou dost delight. For o'er me triumphs not my foe, 12 And me, thou dost me stay In mine integrity, and sett'st Me thee before for aye. 13 Blest hath Jehovah, Israel's God, From everlasting been, And unto everlasting is, Amen, yea, and Amen.

At Charity Lectures

Author: Doddridge Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 190 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 41:1-3 First Line: Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! Thy bounties how complete! How shall I count the matchless sum! How pay the mighty debt! 2 High on a throne of radiant light, Dost thou exalted shine; What can my poverty bestow, When all the worlds are thine? 3 But thou hast brethren here below, The partners of thy grace; And wilt confess their humble names Before thy Father's face. 4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And visited and cheer'd; And, in their accents of distress, My Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love, We in thy poor would see; O let us rather beg our bread Than keep it back from thee. Topics: Miscellaneous Hymns for Sundry Occasions