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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 mortal Vanities be gone

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 All mortal Vanities be gone, Nor tempt my Eyes, nor tire my Ears; Behold, amidst th' eternal Throne, A Vision of the Lamb appears. 2 Glory his fleecy Robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody Death He bore; Sev'n are his Eyes, and sev'n his Horns, To speak his Wisdom and his Pow'r. 3 Lo, He receives a sealed Book From Him that sits upon the Throne; Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark Decrees and Things unknown. 4 All the assembling Saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new Songs of Gospel-Sound Address their Honours to his Name. 5 The Joy, the Shout, the Harmony Flies o'er the everlasting Hills "Worthy art Thou alone," (they cry) To read the Book, to loose the Seals." 6 Our Voices join the heav'nly Strain, And with transporting Pleasure sing, Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, To be our Teacher and our King. 7 His Words of Prophecy reveal Eternal Counsels, deep Designs; His Grace and Vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful Lines. 8 Thou hast redeem'd our Souls from Hell With thine invaluable Blood; And Wretches that did once rebel Are now made Fav'rites of their God. 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord, That dy'd for Treasons not his own, By ev'ry Tongue to be ador'd, And dwell upon his Father's Throne. Scripture: Revelation 5:6-9 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

Bless God, ye Servants that attend

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXXXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Bless God, ye Servants that attend upon his solemn State, That in his Temple, Night by Night, with humble Rev'rence wait: 2,3 Within his House lift up hour Hands, and bless his holy Name; From Sion bless thy Isr'el, Lord, who Heav'n and Earth didst frame. Scripture: Psalm 134 Languages: English

Blest are the humble Souls that see

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Blest are the humble Souls that see Their Emptiness and Poverty; Treasures of Grace to them are giv'n, And Crowns of Joy laid up in Heav'n. 2 Blest are the Men of broken Heart, Who mourn for Sin with inward Smart; The Blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing Balm for all their Woes. 3 Blest are the Meek, who stand afar From Rage and Passion, Noise and War; God will secure their happy State And plead their Cause against the Great. 4 Blest are the Souls that thirst for Grace, Hunger and long for Righteousness; They shall be well supply'd and fed With living Streams and living bread. 5 Blest are the Men whose Bowels move And melt with Sympathy and Love; From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like Sympathy and Love again: 6 Blest are the Pure, whose Hearts arc clean From the defiling Powers of Sin; With endless Pleasure they shall see A God of spotless Purity. 7 Blest are the Men of peaceful Life, Who quench the Coals of growing Strife; They shall be call'd the Heirs of Bliss, The Sons of God, the God of Peace. 8 Blest are the Suff'rers who partake Of Pain and Shame for Jesus' sake; Their Souls shall triumph in the Lord, Glory and Joy are their Reward. Scripture: Matthew 5:3-12 Languages: English

Blest be the everlasting God

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Blest be the everlasting God, the Father of our Lord; Be his abounding Mercy prais'd, his Majesty ador'd. 2 When from the Dead He rais'd his Son, and call'd Him to the Sky, He gave our Souls a lively Hope that they should never die. 3 What tho' our inbred Sins require our Flesh to see the Dust, Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, so all his Followers must. 4 There's an Inheritance divine reserv'd against that Day, 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, and cannot waste away. 5 Saints by the Pow'r of God are kept, till the Salvation come; We walk by Faith as Strangers here, till Christ shall call us Home. Scripture: 1 Peter 1:3-5 Languages: English

Bright King of Glory, dreadful God

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HLXV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Bright King of Glory, dreadful God! Our Spirits bow before thy Seat, To Thee we lift an humble Thought, And worship at thine awful Feet. 2 Thy Pow'r hath form'd, thy Wisdom sways, All Nature with a sov'reign Word; And the bright World of Stars obeys The Will of their superior Lord. 3 Mercy and Truth unite in one, And smiling sit at thy Right-Hand; Eternal Justice guards thy Throne, And Vengeance waits thy dread Command. 4 A thousand Seraphs strong and bright, Stand round the glorious Deity; But who amongst the sons of Light Pretends Comparison with Thee? 5 Yet there is one of human Frame, Jesus, array'd in Flesh and Blood, Thinks it no Robbery to claim A full Equality with God. 6 Their Glory shines with equal Beams; Their Essence is for ever one, Tho' they are known by different Names, The Father-God, and God the Son. 7 Then let the Name of Christ our King With equal Honours be ador'd; His Praise let every Angel sing, And all the Nations own the Lord. Scripture: Philippians 2:6-11 Languages: English

Can Creatures to Perfection find

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HLXXI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Can Creatures to Perfection find Th' eternal, uncreated Mind; Or can the largest Stretch of Thought Measure and search his Nature out! 2 'Tis high as Heav'n, 'tis deep as Hell And what can mortals know or tell? His Glory spreads beyond the Sky, And all the shining Worlds on high. 3 But Man, vain Man, would fain be wise; Born like a wild young Colt he flies Thro' all the Follies of his Mind, And smells, and snuffs the empty Wind. 4 God is a King of Power unknown, Firm are the Orders of his Throne; If He resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask Him why or what He does? 5 He wounds the Heart, and He makes whole; He calms the Tempest of the Soul; When He shuts up in long Despair, Who can remove the heavy Bar? 6 He frowns, and Darkness veils the Moon, The fainting Sun grows dim at Noon; The Pillars of Heav'n's starry Roof Tremble and start at his Reproof. 7 He gave the vaulted Heav'n its Form, The crooked Serpent, and the Worm; He breaks the Billows with his Breath, And smites the Sons of Pride to Death. 8 These are a Portion of his Ways; But who shall dare describe his Face? Who can endure his Light? or stand To hear the Thunders of his Hand? Scripture: Job 11:7-9 Languages: English

Children, to your Creator, God

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Children to your Creator God, your early Honours pay, While Vanity and youthful Blood would tempt your Thoughts astray. 2 The Memory of his mighty Name, demands your first Regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner Flame, 'till you have lov'd the Lord. 3 Be wise, and make his Favour sure, before the mournful Days, When Youth and Mirth are known no more, and Life and Strength decays. 4 No more the Blessings of a Feast shall relish on the Tongue. The heavy Ear forgets the Taste and Pleasure of a Song. 5 Old Age, with all her dismal Train, invades your golden Years With Sighs and Groans, and raging Pain, and Death that never spares. 6 What will you do when Light departs, and leaves your withering Eyes, Without one Beam to chear your Hearts, from the superior Skies? 7 How will you meet God's frowning Brow, or stand before his Seat, While Nature's old Supporters bow, nor bear their tott'ring Weight? 8 Can you expect your feeble Arms shall make a strong Defence, When Death with terrible Alarms, summons the Pris'ner hence? 9 The silver Bands of Nature burst, and let the Building fall; The Flesh goes down to mix with Dust, its vile Original. 10 Laden with Guilt, (a heavy Load) uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, The Soul returns t' an angry God, to be shut out from Heav'n. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1-5 Languages: English

Christ from the Dead is rais'd and made

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXXII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Christ from the Dead is rais'd, and made the first Fruits of the Tomb; For, as by Man came Death, by Man did Resurrection come. 2 For, as in Adam, all Mankind did Guilt and Death derive; So, by the Righteousness of Christ, shall all be made alive. 3 If then ye risen are with Christ, seek only how to get The Things that are above, where Christ at God's right Hand is set. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:20-21 Languages: English

Come hither, all ye weary Souls

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXII (1760) Lyrics: 1 "Come hither all ye weary Souls, "Ye heavy laden Sinners come, "I'll give you Rest from all your Toils, "And raise you to my heav'nly Home. 2 "They shall find Rest that learn of me; "I'm of a meek and lowly Mind; "But Passion rages like the Sea, "And Pride is restless as the Wind. 3 "Bless'd is the Man whose Shoulders take "My Yoke, and bear it with Delight; "My Yoke is easy to his Neck "My Grace shall make the Burden light." 4 Jesus, we come at thy Command. With Faith and Hope, and humble Zeal, Resign our Spirits to thy Hand To mould and guide us at thy Will. Scripture: Matthew 11:28-30 Languages: English

Come, let us join our cheerful songs

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXLVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Come let us join our chearful Songs with Angels round the Throne; Ten thousand thousand are their Tongues, but all their Joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that dy'd," they cry, "to be exalted thus:" Worthy the Lamb, our Lips reply, for He was slain for us. 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and Power divine; And Blessings more than we can give, be, Lord, for ever thine. 4 Let all that dwell above the Sky, and Air, and Earth, and Seas, Conspire to lift thy Glories high, and speak thine endless Praise. 5 The whole Creation join in one, to bless the sacred Name Of Him that sits upon the Throne, and to adore the Lamb. Scripture: Revelation 5:11-13 Languages: English

Daughters of Sion, come, behold

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Daughters of Sion, come, behold The Crown of Honor and of Gold Which the glad Church with Joys unknown, Plac'd on the Head of Solomon. 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King, Accept the Tribute which we bring: Accept the well-deserv'd Renown, And wear our Praises as thy Crown. 3 Let every Act of Worship be Like our Espousals, Lord, to Thee; Like the dear Hour when from above We first receiv'd thy Pledge of Love. 4 The Gladness of that happy Day, Our Hearts would wish it long to stay; Nor let our Faith forsake its Hold, Nor Comfort sink, nor Love grow cold. 5 Still may each Minute as it flies, Increase thy Praise improve our Joys, Till we are rais'd to sing thy Name At the great Supper of the Lamb. 6 O that the Months would roll away, And bring that Coronation-Day! The King of Grace shall fill the Throne, With all his Father's Glories on. Scripture: Song of Solomon 3:2 Languages: English

Death may dissolve my Body now

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXXIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 Death may dissolve my Body now, and bear my Spirit home; Why do my Minutes move so slow, nor my Salvation come? 2 With heav'nly Weapons I have fought the Battles of the Lord; Finish'd my Course, and kept the Faith, and wait the sure Reward. 3 God has laid up in Heav'n for me a Crown which cannot fade; The Righteous Judge at that great Day shall place it on my Head. 4 Nor hath the King of Grace decreed this Prize for me alone; But all that love, and long to see th' Appearance of his Son. 5 Jesus the Lord, shall guard me safe from ev'ry ill Design; And to his heav'nly Kingdom take this feeble Soul of mine. 6 God is my everlasting Aid, and Hell shall rage in vain; To Him be highest Glory paid, And endless Praise. Amen. Scripture: 2 Timothy 4:6-8 Languages: English

Defend me, Lord, from Shame

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XXXI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Defend me, Lord, from Shame, for still I trust in Thee: As Just and Righteous is thy Name, from Danger set me free. 2 Bow down thy gracious Ear, and speedy Succour send: Do Thou my stedfast Rock appear, to shelter and defend. 3 Since Thou, when Foes oppress, my Rock and Fortress art, To guide me forth from this Distress, thy wonted Help impart. 4 Release me from the Snare which they have closely laid; Since I, O God my Strength repair to Thee alone for Aid. 5 To Thee, the God of Truth, my Life, and all that's mine, (For Thou preserv'st me from my Youth,) I willingly resign. 6 All vain Designs I hate, of those that trust in Lies: And still my Soul, in ev'ry State, to God for Succour flies. Part II 7 Those Mercies Thou hast shown, I'll chearfully express; For Thou hast seen my Streights, and known my Soul in deep Distress. 8 When Keilah's treach'rous Race did all my Strength inclose, Thou gav'st my Feet a larger Space, to shun my watchful Foes. 9 Thy Mercy, Lord, display, and hear my just Complaint; For both my Soul and flesh decay, with Grief and Hunger faint. 10 Sad Thoughts my Life oppress; my Years are spent in Groans; My Sins have made my Strength decrease, and ev'n consum'd my Bones. 11 My Foes my Suff'rings mock'd; my Neighbours did upbraid; My Friends, at Sight of me, were shock'd, and fled, as Men dismay'd. 12 Forsook by all am I, as dead, and out of Mind; And like a shatter'd Vessel lie, whose Parts can ne'er be join'd. 13 Yet sland'rous Words they speak, and seem my Pow'r to dread; Whilst they together Counsel take, my guiltless Blood to shed. 14 But still my stedfast Trust, I on thy Help repose: That Thou, my God, art good and just, my Soul with Comfort knows. Part III 15 Whate'er Events betide, thy Wisdom times them all: Then, Lord, thy Servant safely hide from those that seek his Fall. 16 The Brightness of thy Face, to me, O Lord, disclose; And, as thy Mercies still increase, preserve me from my Foes. 17 Me from Dishonour save, who still have call'd on Thee; Let That, and Silence in the Grave, the Sinner's Portion be. 18 Do Thou their Tongues restrain; whose Breath in Lies is spent; Who false Reports, with proud Disdain, against the Righteous vent. 19 How great thy Mercies are to such as fear thy Name; Which Thou, for those that trust thy Care, dost to the World proclaim! 29 Thou keep'st them in thy Sight, from proud Oppressors free: From Tongues that do in Strife delight, they are preserv'd by Thee. 21 With Glory and Renown God's Name be ever bless'd; Whose Love is Keilab's well-fenc'd Town was wond'rously express'd! 22 I said, in hasty Flight, "I'm banish'd from thine Eyes:" Yet still Thou keptst me in thy Sight, and heardst my earnest Cries. 23 O! all ye Saints, the Lord with eager Love pursue; Who to the Just will Help afford, and give the Proud their Due. 24 Ye that on God rely, couragiously proceed; For He will yet your Hearts supply with Strength, in Time of Need. Scripture: Psalm 31 Languages: English

Deliver me, O Lord my God

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 Deliver me, O Lord my God, from all my spiteful Foes: In my Defence oppose thy Pow'r to theirs, who me oppose. 2 Preserve me from a wicked Race, who make a Trade of Ill; Protect me from remorseless Men, who seek my Blood to spill. 3 They lie in wait, and mighty Pow'rs against my Life combine, Implacable; yet, Lord, Thou know'st, for no Offence of mine. 4 In Haste they run about, and watch my guiltless Life to take: Look down, o lord, on my Distress, and to my Help awake. 5 Thou, Lord of Hosts, and Israel's God, their Heathen Rage suppress; Relentless Vengeance take on those who stubbornly transgress. 6 At Ev'ning to beset my House, like growling Dogs they meet; While others through the City range, and ransack ev'ry Street. 7 Their Throats invenom'd Slander breathe; their Tongues are sharpn'd Swords: "Who hears? (say they); or, hearing dares "Reprove our lawless Words?" 8 But from thy Throne Thou shalt, O Lord, their baffled Plots deride; And soon to Scorn and Shame expose their boasted Heathen Pride. 9 On Thee I wait; 'tis on thy Strength for Succour I depend; 'Tis Thou, O God, art my Defence, who only canst defend. 10 Thy Mercy, Lord, which has so oft from Danger set me free, Shall crown my Wishes, and subdue my haughty Foes to me. 11 Destroy them not, O Lord, at once restrain thy vengeful Blow; Lest we, ingratefully, too soon forget their Overthrow. Disperse them through the Nations round, by thy avenging Pow'r: Do Thou bring down their haughty Pride, O Lord, our Shield and Tow'r. 12 Now in the Height of all their Hopes, their Arrogance chastise; Whose Tongues have sinn'd without Restraint, and Curses join'd with Lyes. 13 Nor shalt Thou, whilst their Race endures, thine Anger, Lord, suppress; That distant Lands, by their just Doom, may Israel's God confess. 14 At Ev'ning let them still persist like growling Dogs, to meet; Still wander all the City round, and traverse ev'ry Street. 15 Then, as for malice now they do, for Hunger let them stray; And yell their vain Complaints aloud, defeated of their Prey: 16 Whilst early I thy Mercy sing, thy wond'rous Pow'r confess: For Thou hast been my sure Defence, my Refuge in Distress. 17 To Thee, with never-ceasing Praise, O God, my Strength, I'll sing: Thou art my God, the Rock from whence my Health and Safety spring Scripture: Psalm 59 Languages: English

Do Thou, O God, in Mercy help

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Do Thou, O God, in Mercy help; for Man my Life pursues: To crush me with repeated Wrongs, he daily Strife renews. 2 Continually my spiteful Foes to ruin me combine: Thou seest, who sitt'st inthrone'd on high, what mighty Numbers join. 3 But, tho' sometimes surpriz'd by Fear (on Danger's first Alarm); Yet still for Succour I depend on thy almighty Arm. 4 God's faithful Promise I shall praise, on which I now rely: In God I trust, and, trusting Him, the Arm of Flesh defy. 5 They wrest my Words, and make 'em speak a Sense they never meant: Their Thoughts are all, with restless Spite, on my Destruction bent. 6 In close Assemblies they combine, and wicked Projects lay; They watch my Steps, and lie in wait to make my soul their Prey. 7 Shall such Injustice still escape? O righteous God, arise; Let thy just Wrath (too long provok'd) this impious Race chastise. 8 Thou numb'rset all my wand'ring Steps, since first compel'd to flee: My very Tears are treasur'd up, and register'd by Thee. 9 When therefore I invoke thy Aid, my Foes shall be oe'rthrown; For I am well assur'd, that God my righteous Cause will own. 10,11 I'll trust God's Word, and so despise the Force that Man can raise: 12 To Thee, O God, my Vows are due; to Thee I'll render Praise. 13 Thou hast retriev'd my Soul from Death, and Thou wilt still secure The Life Thou hast so oft preserv'd, and make my Footsteps sure: That thus, protected by thy Pow'r, I may this Light enjoy: And in the Service of my God my lengthen'd Days employ. Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English

For ever blest be God the Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXLIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 For ever blest be God the Lord, Who does his needful Aid impart, At once both Strength and Skill afford To wield my Arms with warlike Art. 2 His Goodness is my Fort and Tow'r, My strong Deliv'rance and my Shield; In him I trust, whose matchless Pow'r Makes to my Sway fierce Nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in Man, that thou should'st love Such tender Care of him to take? What in his Offspring could Thee move Such great Account of him to make? 4 The Life of Man does quickly fade, His Thoughts but empty are and vain; His Days are like a flying Shade, Of whose short Stay no Signs remain. 5 In solemn State, O God, descend, Whilst Heav'n its lofty Head inclines; The smoaking Hills asunder rend, Of thy Approach the awful Signs. 6 Discharge thy dreadful Lightning round, And make thy scatter'd Foes retreat; Them with thy pointed Arrows wound, And their Destruction soon compleat. 7.8 Do Thou, O Lord, from Heav'n engage Thy boundless Pow'r my Foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy Rage Of threat'ning Waves that proudly swell. Fight Thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who tho' in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain. 9 So I to Thee, O King of Kings, In joyful Hymns my Voice shall raise, And Instruments of various Strings Shall help me thus to sing thy Praise. 10 "God does to Kings his Aid afford, "To them his sure Salvation sends; "'Tis He that from the murd'ring Sword, "His Servant David still defends." 11 Fight Thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who tho' in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain. 12 Then our young Sons like Trees shall grow, Well planted in some fruitful Place; Our Daughters shall like Pillars show, Design'd some Royal Court to grace. 13 Our Garners fill'd with various Store, Shall us and ours with Plenty feed, Our Sheep increasing more and more, Shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our lab'ring Oxen grow, Nor in their constant Labour faint; Whilst we no War nor Slav'ry know, And in our Streets hear no Complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that Peoples Case, Whose various Blessing thus abound: Who God's true Worship still embrace, And are with his Protection crown'd. Scripture: Psalm 144 Languages: English

For Thee, O God, our constant Praise

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXV (1760) Lyrics: 1 For Thee, O God, our constant Praise In Sion waits, thy chosen Seat; Our promis'd Altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous Vows complete. 2 O Thou, who to my humble Pray'r Didst always bend thy list'ning Ear, To Thee shall all Mankind repair, And at thy gracious Throne appear. 3 Our Sins (tho' numberless) in vain To stop thy flowing Mercy try; Whilst Thou o'erlook'st the guilty Stain, And washest out the crimson Dye. 4 Blest is the Man, who, near Thee plac'd, Within thy sacred Dwelling lives! Whilst we, at humble Distance, taste The vast Delights thy Temple gives. 5 By wond'rous Acts, O God most Just, Have we thy gracious Answer found: In Thee remotest Nations trust, And those whom stormy Waves surround. 6,7 God, by His Strength, sets fast the Hills, And does His matchless Pow'r engage; With which the Sea's loud Waves He stills, And angry Crouds tumultuous Rage. Part II 8 Thou Lord, dost barb'rous Lands dismay, When they thy dreadful Tokens view: With Joy they see the Night and Day Each others Track, by Turns, pursue. 9 From out thy unexhausted Store Thy Rain relieves the thirsty Ground; Makes Lands, that barren were before, With Corn and useful Fruits abound. 10 On rising Ridges down it pours, And ev'ry furrow'd Valley fills: Thou makest them soft with gentle Show'rs, In which a blest Increase distills. 11 Thy Goodness does the circling Year With fresh Returns of Plenty crown; And where thy glorious Paths appear, Thy fruitful Clouds drop Fatness down. 12 They drop on barren Forests, chang'd By them to Pastures fresh and green: The Hills about in Order rang'd, In beauteous Robes of Joy are seen. 13 Large Flocks with fleecy Wool adorn The chearful Downs; the Vallies bring A plenteous Crop of full-ear'd Corn, And seem, for Joy, to shout and sing. Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English

From lowest Depths of Woe

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXXX (1760) Lyrics: 1 From lowest Depths of Woe to God I sent my Cry; 2 Lord, hear my supplicating Voice, and graciously reply. 3 Should'st thou severely judge, who can the Trial bear? 4 But Thou forgiv'st, least we despond, and quite renounce thy Fear. 5 My Soul with Patience waits for Thee the living Lord; My Hopes are on thy Promise built thy never-failing Word. 6 My longing Eyes look out for thy enliv'ning Ray, More duly than the Morning Watch to spy the dawning Day. 7 Let Isr'el trust in God, no Bounds his Mercy knows; The plenteous Source and Spring from whence eternal Succour flows, 8 Whose friendly Streams to us supplies in Want convey; A healing Spring, a Spring to cleanse, and wash our Guilt away. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

From my Youth up may Isr'el say

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXXIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 From my Youth up may Isr'el say, they oft have me assail'd, 2 Reduc'd me oft to heavy Straits, but never quite previl'd. 3 They oft have plow'd my patient Back with Furrows deep and long; 4 But out just God has broke the Chains, and recu'd us from Wrong. 5 Defeat, Confusion, shameful Rout be still the Doom of those, Their righteous Doom who Sion hate, and Sion's God oppose. 6 Like Corn upon our Houses Tops, untimely let them fade, Which too much Heat, and want of Root, has blasted in the Blade, 7 Which in his Arms no Reaper takes, but unregarded leaves; Nor Binder thinks it worth his Pains to fold it into Sheaves. 8 No Traveller that passes by, vouchsafes a Minute's Stop, To give it one kind Look, or crave Heav'n's Blessing on the Crop. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Give ear, thou Judge of all the earth

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Give Ear, Thou Judge of all the Earth, and listen when I pray; Nor from thy humble Suppliant turn thy glorious Face away. 2 Attend to this my sad Complaint, and hear my grievous Moans; Whilst I my mournful Case declare with artless Sighs and Groans. 3 Hark how the Foe insults aloud! how fierce Oppressors rage! Whose sland'rous Tongues with wrathful Hate against my Fame engage. 4,5 My Heart is rack'd with Pain, my Soul with deadly Frights distress'd; With Fear and Trembling compass'd round, with Horror quite oppress'd. 6 How often wish'd I then, that I the Dove's swift Wings could get; That I might take my speedy Flight, and seek a safe Retreat! 7,8 Then would I wander far from hence; and in wild Desarts stray, Till all this furious Storm were spent, this Tempest past away. Part II 9 Destroy, O Lord, their ill Designs, their Counsels soon divide; For through the City my griev'd Eyes have Strife and Rapine spy'd. 10 By Day and Night on ev'ry Wall they walk their constant Round; And, in the midst of all her Strength, are Grief and Mischief found. 11 Whoe'er thro' ev'ry Part shall roam, will fresh Disorders meet; Deceit and Guile their constant Posts maintain in ev'ry Street. 12 For 'twas not any open Foe, that false Reflections made; For then I could with Ease have borne the bitter Things he said: 'Twas none who Hatred had profess'd, that did against me rise; For then I had withdrawn myself from his malicious Eyes. 13,14 But 'twas ev'n thou, my Guide, my Friend, whom tend'rest Love did join: Whose sweet Advice I valu'd most, whose Pray'rs were mix'd with mine. 15 Sure, Vengeance equal to their Crimes such Traitors must surprise, And sudden Death requite those Ills they wickedly devise. 16,17 But I will call on God, who still shall in my Aid appear: At Morn, and Noon, and Night I'll pray, and He my Voice shall hear. Part III 18 God has releas'd my Soul from those, that did with me contend; And made a num'rous Host of Friends my righteous Cause defend. 19 For He, who was my Help of old, shall now His Suppliant hear; And punish those, whose prosp'rous State makes them no God to fear. 20 Whom can I trust, if faithless Men perfidiously devise To ruin me, their peaceful Friend, and break the strongest Ties? 21 Tho' soft and melting are their Words, their Hearts with War abound: Their Speeches are more smooth than Oil, and yet like Swords they wound. 22 Do thou, my Soul, on God depend, and He shall thee sustain: He aids the Just, whom to supplant the Wicked strive in vain. 23 My Foes, that trad in Lies and Blood, shall all untimely die; Whilst I, for Health, and Length of Days, on Thee my God, rely. Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English

Glory to God the Father's Name

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HLXXV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Glory to God the Father's Name, who, from our sinful Race Chose out his Fav'rites to proclaim the Honours of his Grace. 2 Glory to God the Son be paid, who dwelt in humble Clay, And, to redeem us from the Dead, gave his own Life away. 3 Glory to God the Spirit give, from whose almighty Pow'r Our Souls their heav'nly Birth derive, and bless the happy Hour. 4 Glory to God that reigns above, th' eternal Three and One, Who by the Wonders of his Love has made his Nature known. Languages: English

God in the great Assembly stands

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXXII (1760) Lyrics: 1 God in the great Assembly stands, where his impartial Eye In State surveys the earthen Gods, and does their Judgments try. 2,3 How dare ye then unjustly judge, or be to Sinners kind? Defend the Orphans, and the Poor: let such your Justice find. 4 Protect the humble helpless Man, reduc'd to deep Distress, And let not him become a Prey to such as would oppress. 5 They neither know, nor will they learn, but blindly rove and stray: Justice and Truth, the World's Support thro' all the Land decay. 6 Well then might God in Anger say, "I've call'd ye by my Name: "I've said y'are God's, the Sons and Heirs "of my immortal Fame: 7 "But ne'ertheless your unjust Deeds "to strict Account I'll call: "You all shall die like common Men, "like other Tyrants fall." 8 Arise, and thy just Judgments, Lord, throughout the Earth display; And all the Nations of the world shall own thy righteous Sway. Scripture: Psalm 82 Languages: English

God is our Refuge in Distress

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XLVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 God is our Refuge in Distress, A present Help, when Dangers press; In Him, undaunted, we'll confide; 2,3 Tho' Earth were from her Centre toss'd, And Mountains in the Ocean lost, Torn piece-meal by the roaring Tide. 4 A gentler Stream with Gladness still The City of our Lord shall fill, The Royal Seat of God most high; 5 God dwells in Sion, whose fair Tow'rs Shall mock th' Assaults of earthly Pow'rs, While his Almighty Aid is nigh. 6 In Tumults when the Heathen rag'd, And Kingdoms War against us wag'd, He thunder'd, and dispers'd their Pow'rs: 7 The Lord of Hosts conducts our Arms, Our Tow'r of Refuge in Alarms, Our Fathers guardian God, and ours. 8 Come see the Wonders He has wrought, On Earth what Desolation brought; 9 How He has calm'd the jarring World: He broke the warlike Spear and Bow; With them their thund'ring Chariots too Into devouring Flames when hurl'd. 10 Submit to God's almighty Sway, For Him the Heathen shall obey, And Earth her Sov'reign Lord confess: 11 The God of Hosts conducts our Arms, Our Tow'r of Refuge in Alarms, As to our Fathers in Distress. Scripture: Psalm 46 Languages: English

God's Temple crowns the holy Mount

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXXVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 God's Temple crowns the holy Mount; The Lord there condescends to dwell: 2 His Sion's Gates in his Account, Our Isr'el's fairest Tents excel. 3 Fame glorious Things of Thee shall sing, O City of th' almighty King! 4 I'll mention Rahab with due Praise, In Babylon's Applauses join, The Fame of Ethiopia raise, With that of Tyre and Palestine; And grant that some, amongst them born, Their Age and Country did adorn. 5 But still of Sion I'll aver, That many such from her proceed; Th' Almighty shall establish her. 6 His gen'ral Lift shall shew , when read, That such a Person there was born, And such did such an Age adorn. 7 He'll Sion find with Numbers fill'd Of such as merit high Renown; For Hand and Voice Musicians skill'd, And (her transcending Fame to crown) Of such she shall Successions bring Like Waters from a living Spring. Scripture: Psalm 87 Languages: English

Had I the Tongues of Greeks and Jews

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HLX (1760) Lyrics: 1 Had I the Tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler Speech that Angels use, If Love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty Sound. 2 Were I inspir'd to preach and tell All that is done in Heav'n and Hell, Or could my Faith the World remove, Still I am nothing without Love. 3 Should I distribute all my Store To feed the Bowels of the Poor, Or give my Body to the Flame, To gain a Martyr's glorious Name. 4 If Love to God and Love to Men Be absent, all my Hopes are vain; Nor tongues, nor Gifts, nor fiery Zeal, The Work of Love can e'er fulfil. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 13:1-3 Languages: English

Had not the Lord (may Isr'el say)

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Had not the Lord (may Isr'el say) been pleas'd to interpose, 2 Had He not then espous'd our Cause, when Men against us rose, 3,4,5 Their Wrath had swallow'd us alive, and rag'd without Controul; Their Spite and Pride's united Floods had quite o'erwhelm'd our Soul. 6 But prais'd be our eternal Lord, who rescu'd us that Day, Nor to their savage Jaws gave up our threat'ned Lives a Prey. 7 Our Soul is like a Bird escap'd from out the Fowler's Net; The Snare is broke, their Hopes are cross'd, and we at Freedom set. 8 Secure is his almighty Name, our Confidence remains, Who, as He made both Heav'n and Earth, of both sole Monarch reigns. Scripture: Psalm 124 Languages: English

Happy the Man, whose tender Care

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XLI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Happy the Man, whose tender Care relieves the Poor distress'd! When he's by Troubles compass'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'rous 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. Scripture: Psalm 41 Languages: English

Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HLXVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound, my Ears, attend the Cry, "Ye living Men come view the Ground, "where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this Clay must be your Bed, "in spight of all your Tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend Head "must lie as low as ours. 3 Great God! is this our certain Doom? and are we still secure? Still walking downward to our Tomb, and yet prepare no more? 4 Grant us the Pow'rs of quick'ning Grace, to fit our Souls to fly, Then when we drop this dying Flesh, we'll rise above the Sky. Languages: English

Have mercy, Lord, on me

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Have Mercy, Lord, on me, as Thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppress'd with Loads of Guilt, thy wonted Mercy find. 2,3 Wash off my foul Offence, and cleanse me from my Sin; For I confess my Crime, and see how great my Guilt has been. 4 Against Thee, Lord, alone, and only in thy Sight, Have I transgress'd; and tho' condemn'd must own thy Judgments right. 5 In Guilt each Part was form'd of all this sinful Frame; In Guilt I was conceiv'd, and born the Heir of Sin and Shame. 6 Yet Thou, whose searching Eye does inward Truth require, In secret didst with Wisdom's Laws my tender Soul inspire. 7 With Hyssop purge me Lord; and so I clean shall be: I shall with Snow in whiteness vie, when purify'd by Thee. 8 Make me to hear with Joy thy kind forgiving Voice; That so the Bones which Thou hast broke, may with fresh Strength rejoice. 9,10 Blot our my crying Sins, nor me in Anger view; Create in me a Heart that's clean, an upright Mind renew. Part II 11 Withdraw not Thou thy Help, nor cast me from thy Sight; Nor let thy Holy Spirit take its everlasting Flight. 12 The Joy thy Favour gives, let me again obtain; And thy free Spirit's firm Support My fainting Soul sustain. 13 So I thy righteous Ways to Sinners will impart; Whilst my Advice shall wicked Men to thy just Laws convert. 14 My Guilt of Blood remove, my Saviour and my God; And my glad Tongue shall loudly tell thy righteous Acts abroad. 15 Do Thou unlock my Lips, with Sorrow clos'd, and Shame: So shall my Mouth thy wond'rous Praise to all the World proclaim. 16 Could Sacrifice atone, whole Flocks and Herds should die; But on such Off'rings Thou disdain'st to cast a gracious eye. 17 A broken Spirit is by God most highly priz'd; By Him a broken contrite Heart shall never be despis'd. 18 Let Sion, Favour find, of thy Good-will assur'd; And thy own city flourish long, by lofty Walls secur'd. 19 The Just shall then attend, and pleasing Tribute pay; And Sacrifice of choicest Kind, upon thy Altar lay. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

He that has God his Guardian made

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XCI (1760) Lyrics: 1 He that has God his Guardian made, Shall, under the Almighty's Shade Secure and undisturb'd abide. 2 Thus to my Soul of Him I'll say, He is my Fortress and my Stay, My God in whom I will confide. 3 His tender Love and watchful Care Shall free thee from the Fowler's Snare, And from the noisome Pestilence: 4 He over thee his Wings shall spread, And cover thy unguarded Head; His Truth shall be thy strong Defence. 5 No Terrors that surprize by Night, Shall thy undaunted Courage fright, Nor deadly Shafts that fly by Day; 6 Nor Plague, of unknown Rise, that kills In Darkness, nor infectious Ills That in the hottest Season slay. 7 A Thousand at thy Side shall die, At thy right Hand ten thousand lie, While thy firm Health untouch'd remains: 8 Thou only shalt look on and see The Wicked's sad Catastrophe, And count the sinner's mournful Gains. 9 Because (with well-plac'd Confidence) Thou mak'st the Lord thy sure Defence, And on the Highest do'st rely; 10 Therefore no Ill shall thee befal, Nor to thy healthful Dwelling shall Any infectious Plague draw nigh. 11 For he throughout thy happy Days, To keep thee safe in all thy Ways, Shall give his Angels strict Commands; 12 And they, lest thou should'st chance to meet With some rough Stone to wound thy Feet, Shall bear thee safely in their Hands. 13 Dragons and Asps that thirst for Blood, And Lions roaring for their Food, Beneath his conqu'ring Feet shall lie. 14 Because he lov'd and honour'd Me, Therefore (says God) I'll set him free, And fix his glorious Throne on high. 15 He'll call; I'll answer when he calls, And rescue him when Ill befals; Increase his Honour and his Wealth: 16 And when, with undistrub'd Content, His long and happy Life is spent, His End I'll crown with saving Health. Scripture: Psalm 91 Languages: English

Hear, O my People, to my Law

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Hear, O my People, to my Law, devout Attention lend; Let the Instruction of my Mouth deep in your Hearts descend. 2 My Tongue, by Inspiration taught, shall Parables unfold, Dark Oracles, but understood, and own'd for Truths of old; 3 Which we from sacred Ragisters of ancient Times have known, And our Forefathers pious Care to us has handed down. 4 We will not hide them from our Sons; our Offspring shall be taught The Praises of the Lord, whose Strength has Works of Wonder wrought. 5 For Jacob he this Law ordain'd, this League with Isr'el made; With Charge, to be from Age to Age, from Race to Race convey'd. 6 That Generations yet to come should to their unborn Heirs Religiously transmit the same, and they again to theirs. 7 To teach them that in God alone their hope securely stands; That they should ne'er his Works forget, but keep his just Commands. 8 Lest, like their Fathers, they might prove a stiff rebellious Race, False-hearted, fickle to this God, unstedfast in his Grace. 9 Such were revolting Ephraim's Sons, who tho' to Warfare bred; And skillful Archers arm'd with Bows, from Field ignobly fled. 10,11 They falsify'd their League with God, his Orders disobey'd, Forgot his Works and Miracles before their Eyes display'd. 12 Nor Wonders, which their Fathers saw, did they in Mind retain; Prodigious Things in Egypt done, and Zoan's fertile Plain. 13 He cut the Seas to let them pass, restrain'd the pressing Flood; While pil'd on Heaps, on either Side, the solid Water stood. 14 A wondrous Pillar led them on, compos'd of Shade and Light; A shelt'ring Cloud it prov'd by Day, a leading fire by Night. 15 When Drought oppress'd them, where no Stream the Wilderness supply'd, He cleft the Rock, whose flinty Breast dissolv'd into a tide. 16 Streams from the solid Rock He brought, which down in Rivers fell, That trav'ling with their Camp each Day renew'd the Miracle. 17 Yet there they sinn'd against Him more, provoking the most High; In that same Desart where He did their fainting Souls supply. 18 They first incens'd Him in their Hearts, that did his Pow'r distrust, And long'd for Meat, not urg'd by Want, but to indulge their Lust. 19 Then utter'd their blaspheming Doubts, "can God, say they, prepare "A Table in the Wilderness, "set out with various Fare? 20 "He smote the flinty Rock ('tis true) "and gushing Streams ensu'd; "But can He Corn and Flesh provide "for such a Multitude?" 21 The Lord with Indignation heard: from Heav'n avenging Flame On Jacob fell, consuming Wrath on thankless Isr'el came. 22 Because their unbelieving Hearts in God would not confide, Nor trust his Care, who had from Heav'n their Wants so oft supply'd. 23 Tho' He had made his Clouds discharge Provisions down in Show'rs; And when Earth fail'd, reliev'd their Needs from his celestial Stores. 24 Tho' tasteful Manna was rain'd down their Hunger to relieve; Tho' from the Stores of Heav'n they did sustaining Corn receive. 25 Thus Man with Angel's sacred Food, ingrateful Man, was fed; Not sparingly, for still they found a plenteous Table spread. 26 From Heav'n He made an east Wind blow, then did the South command 27 To rain down Flesh like Dust, and Fowls like Seas unnumber'd Sand. 28 Within their Trenches He let fall the luscious easy Prey, And all around their spreading Camp the feather'd Booty lay. 29 They fed, were fill'd, He gave them leave their Appetites to feast; 30,31 Yet still their wanton Lust crav'd on, nor with their Hunger ceas'd. But whilst, in their Dainties chew, The Wrath of God smote down their Chiefs, and Isr'el's Chosen slew. Part II 32 Yet still they sinn'd, nor would afford his Miracles Belief; 33 Therefore thro' fruitless Travels He consum'd their Lives in Grief. 34 When some were slain, the rest return'd to God with early Cry; 35 Own'd Him the Rock of their Defence, their Saviour, God most High. 36 But this was feign'd Submission all, their Heart their Tongue bely'd; 37 Their Heart was still perverse, nor would firm in his League abide. 38 Yet, full of Mercy, He forgave, nor did with Death chastise; But turn'd his kindled Wrath aside, or would not let it rise. 39 For He remember'd they were Flesh, that could not long remain; A murmuring Wind that's quickly past, and ne'er return's again. 40 How oft did they provoke Him there, how oft his Patience grieve, In that same Desart where He did their fainting Souls relieve. 41 They tempted Him by turning back, and wickedly repin'd; When Isr'els God refus'd to be by their Desires confin'd. 42 Nor call'd to mind the Hand and Day that their Redemption brought? 43 His Signs in Egypt, wond'rous Works in Zoan's Valley wrought. 44 He turn'd their Rivers into Blood, that Man and Beast forbore; And rather chose to die of Thirst, than drink the putrid Gore. 45 he sent devouring Swarms of Flies, hoarse Frogs annoy'd their Soil, 46 Locust and Caterpillars reap'd the Harvest of their Toil. 47 Their Vines with batt'ring Hail were broke, with Frost the Fig-tree dies; 48 Lightning and Hail makes Flocks and Herds one general Sacrifice. 49 He turn'd his Anger loose, and set no Time for it to cease; And with their Plagues bad Angels sent their Torments to increase. 50 He clear'd a Passage for his Wrath to ravage uncontroul'd; The Murrain on their Firstlings seiz'd in ev'ry Field and Fold. 51 The deadly Pest from Beast to Man, from Field to City came; It slew their Heirs, their eldest Hopes thro' all the Tents of Ham. 52 But his own Tribe, like folded Sheep, he brought from their Distress; And them conducted like a Flock, throughout the Wilderness. 53 He led them on, and in their Way no Cause of Fear they found; But march'd securely through those Deeps, in which their Foes were drown'd. 54 Nor ceas'd his Care till them He brought safe to his promis'd Land, And to his holy Mount, the Prize of his victorious Hand. 55 To them the out-cast Heathen's Land He did by Lot divide; And in their Foes abandon'd Tents, made Isr'el's Tribes reside. Part III 56 Yet still they tempted, still provok'd the Wrath of God most High; Nor would to practise his Commands their stubborn Hearts apply: 57 But in their faithless Fathers Steps, perversely chose to go: They turn'd aside, like Arrows shot from some decietful Bow. 58 For Him to Fury they provok'd with Altars set on high; And with their graven Images inflam'd his Jealousy. 59 When God heard this, on Isr'el's Tribes his Wrath and Hatred fell; 60 He quitted Shiloh, and the Tents where once he chose to dwell. 61 To vile Captivity his Ark, his Glory to Disdain, 62 His People to the Sword He gave, nor would his Wrath restrain. 63 Destructive War their ablest Youth untimely did confound; No Virgin was to th' Altar led, with nuptial Garlands crown'd. 64 In Fight the Sacrificer fell, the Priest a Victim bled; And Widows who their Death should mourn, themselves of Grief were dead. 65 Then as a Giant rouz'd from Sleep, whom Wine had throughly warm'd, Shouts out aloud; the Lord awak'd, and his proud Foe alamr'd. 66 He smote their Host, that from the Field a scatter'd Remnant came, With Wounds imprinted on their Backs of everlasting Shame. 67 With Conquests crown'd, He Joseph's Tents, and Ephraim's Tribe forsook; 68 But Judah chose, and Sion's Mount for his lov'd Dwelling took. 69 His Temple He erected there with Spires exalted high; While deep and fix'd as that of Earth, the strong Foundations lie. 70 His faithful Servant David too, He for his Choice did own, And from the Sheepfolds him advanc'd to sit on Judah's Throne. 71 From tending on the teeming Ewes, he brought him forth to feed His own Inheritance, the Tribes of Isr'el's chosen Seed. 72 Exalted thus the Monarch prov'd a faithful Shepherd still; He fed them with an upright Heart, and guided them with Skill. Scripture: Psalm 78 Languages: English

He's blest, whose Sins have Pardon gain'd

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XXXII (1760) Lyrics: 1 He's blest, whose Sins have Pardon gain'd. No more in Judgment to appear; 2 Whose Guilt Remission has obtain'd And whose Repentance is sincere. 3 While I concel'd the fretting Sore, My Bones consum'd without Relief; All Day did I with Anguish roar; But no Complaints asswag'd my Grief. 4 Heavy on me thy Hand remain'd, By Day and Night alike distress'd; Till quite of vital Moisture drain'd, Like Land with Summer's Drought oppress'd. 5 No sooner I my Wound disclos'd, The Guilt that tortur'd me within, But thy Forgiveness interpos'd, And Mercy's healing Balm pour'd in. 6 True Penitents shall thus succeed, Who seek Thee whilst Thou mayst be found; And, from the common Deluge freed, Shall see remorseless Sinners drown'd. 7 Thy Favour, Lord, in all Distress, My Tow'r of Refuge I must own: Thou shalt my haughty Foes suppress, And me with songs of Triumph crown. 8 In my Instruction then confide, You that would Truth's safe Path descry: Your Progress I'll securely guide, And keep you in my watchful Eye. 9 Submit yourselves to Wisdom's Rule, Like Men that Reason have attain'd; Not like th' ungovern'd Horse and Mule, Whose Fury must be curb'd and rein'd. 10 Sorrows, on Sorrows multiply'd, The harden'd Sinner shall confound; But them who in his Truth confide, Blessings of Mercy shall surround. 11 His Saints, that have perform'd his Laws, Their Life in Triumphs shall employ: Let them (as they alone have Cause) In grateful Raptures shout for Joy. Scripture: Psalm 32 Languages: English

Hold not thy Peace O Lord our God

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXXIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Hold not thy Peace, O Lord our God, no longer silent be; Nor with consenting quiet Looks our Ruin calmly see! 2 For lo! the Tumults of thy foes o'er all the Land are spread; And they which hate thy Saints and Thee, lift up their threatning Head. 3 Against thy zealous People, Lord, they craftily combine; And to destroy thy chosen Saints have laid their close Design. 4 "Come let us cut them off, say they, "their Nation quite deface; "That no Remembrance may remain "of Isr'el's hated Race." 5 Thus they against thy Peoples Peace consult with one Consent: And diff'ring Nations jointly leagu'd, their common Malice vent. 6 The Ishm'elites that dwell in Tents, with warlike Edom join'd; And Moab's Sons our Ruin vow, with Hagar's Race combin'd. 7 Proud Ammon's Offspring, Gebal too with Amalek conspire: The Lords of Palestine, and all the wealthy Sons of Tyre. 8 All these the strong Assyrian King their firm Ally have got; Who with a pow'rful Army aids th'incestuous Race of Lot. Part II 9 But let such Vengeance come to them, as once to Midian came; To Jabin and proud Sisera, at Kishon's fatal Stream. 10 When thy right Hand their num'rous Hosts near Endor did confound, And left their Carcases for Dung to feed the hungry Ground. 11 Let all their mighty Men the Fate of Zeb and Oreb share: As Zeba and Zalmunnah, so let all their Princes fare. 12 Who, with the same Design inspir'd, thus vainly boasting spake, "In firm Possession for ourselves "let us God's Houses take." 13 To Ruin let them haste,like Wheels which downward swiftly move: Like Chaff before the Winds, let all their scatter'd Forces prove. 14,15 As Flames consume dry Wood, or Heath that on parch'd Mountains grows, So let thy fierce pursuing Wrath with Terror strike thy Foes. 16,17 Lord, shroud their Faces with Disgrace, that they may own thy Name: Or them confound, whose harden'd Hearts thy gentler Means disclaim. 18 So shall the wond'ring World confess that Thou, who claim'st alone Jehovah's Name, o'er all the Earth hast rais'd thy lofty Throne. Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English

How beauteous are their Feet

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HV (1760) Lyrics: 1 How beauteous are their Feet who stand on Sion's Hill, Who bring Salvation on their Tongues, and Words of Peace reveal! 2 How charming is their Voice! how sweet the Tidings are! "Sion behold thy Saviour King, "He reigns and triumphs here. 3 How happy are our Ears, that hear this joyful Sound, Which Kings and Prophets waited for, and sought but never found! 4 How blessed are our Eyes, that see this heav'nly Light; Prophets and Kings desir'd it long, but dy'd without the Sight! 5 The Watchmen join their Voice, and tuneful Notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth with Songs, and Desarts learn the Joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his Arm thro' all the Earth abroad; Let ev'ry Nation now behold their Saviour and their God. Scripture: Isaiah 52:7-10 Languages: English

How bless'd are they who always keep

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXIX (1760) Lyrics: Aleph: 1 How bless'd are they who always keep the pure and perfect Way! Who never from the sacred Paths of God's Commandments stray! 2 Thrice bless'd! who to his righteous Laws have still obedient been! And have with fervent humble Zeal his Favour sought to win! 3 Such Men their utmost Caution use to shun each wicked Deed; But in the Path which He directs with constant Care proceed. 4 Thou strictly hast enjoin'd us, Lord, to learn thy sacred Will; And all our Diligence employ thy Statutes to fulfil. 5 O then that thy most holy Will might o'er my Ways preside! And I the Course of all my Life by thy Direction guide! 6 Then with Assurance should I walk, from all Confusion free; Convinc'd with Joy, that all my Ways with thy Commands agree. 7 My upright Heart shall my glad Mouth with chearful Praises fill; when by thy righteous Judgments taught, I shall have learnt thy Will. 8 So to thy sacred Law shall I all due Observance pay: O then forsake me not, my God, nor cast me quite away. Beth: 9 How shall the Young preserve their Ways from all Pollution free? By making still their Course of Life with thy Commands agree. 10 With hearty Zeal for Thee I seek, to Thee for Succour pray; O suffer not thy careless Steps from thy right Paths to stray. 11 Safe in my Heart, and closely hid, thy Word, my Treasure, lies; To succour me with timely Aid, when sinful Thoughts arise. 12 Secur'd by that, my grateful Soul shall ever bless thy Name: O teach me then by thy just Laws my future Life to frame. 13 My Lips, unlock'd by pious Zeal, to others have declar'd; How well the Judgments of thy Mouth deserve our best Regard. 14 Whilst in the Way of thy Commands more solid Joy I found, Than had I been with vast Increase of envy'd Riches crown'd. 15 Therefore thy just and upright Laws shall always fill my Mind, And those sound Rules which thou prescrib'st, all due Respect shall find. 16 To keep thy Statues undefac'd shall be my constant Joy; The strict Remembrance of thy Word shall all my Thoughts employ. Gimel: 17 Be gracious to thy Servant, Lord, do Thou my Life defend, That I according to thy Word my Time to come may spend. 18 Enlighten both my Eyes and Mind, that so I may discern The wondrous Things which they behold, who thy just Precepts learn. 19 Tho' like a Stranger in the Land, from Place to Place I stray, Thy righteous Judgments from my Sight, remove not Thou away. 20 My fainting Soul is almost pin'd, with earnest Longing spent; Whilst always on the eager Search of thy just Will intent. 21 The sharp Rebuke shall crush the Proud, whom still thy Curse pursues; Since they to walk in thy right Ways presumptuously refuse. 22 But far from me do Thou, O Lord, Contempt and Shame remove; For I thy sacred Laws affect with undissembled Love. 23 Tho' Princes oft, in Council met, against thy Servant spake; Yet I thy Statutes to observe, my constant Bus'ness make. 24 For thy Commands have always been my Comfort and Delight; By them I learn with prudent Care, to guide my Steps aright. Daleth: 25 My Soul oppress'd with deadly Care, close to the Dust does cleave; Revive me, Lord, and let me now thy promis'd Aid receive. 26 To Thee I still declar'd my Ways, and thou inclin'dst thine Ear; O teach me then my future Life by thy just Laws to steer. 27 If Thou wilt make me know thy Laws, and by thy Guidance walk, The wond'rous Works which Thou hast done, shall be my constant Talk. 28 But see, my soul within me sinks, Press'd down with weighty Care; Do Thou, according to thy Word, my wasted Strength repair. 29 Far, far from me be all false Ways, and lying Arts remov'd! But kindly grant I still may keep the Path by Thee approv'd. 30 Thy faithful Ways, thou God of Truth, my happy Choice I've made; Thy Judgments, as my Rule of Life, before me always laid. 31 My Care has been to make my Life with thy Commands agree; O then preserve thy Servant, Lord, from Shame and Ruin free. 32 So in the Way of thy Commands shall I with Pleasure run, And with a Heart enlarg'd with Joy, successfully go on. He: 33 Instruct me in thy Statutes, Lord, thy righteous Paths display; And I from them, through all my Life, will never go astray. 34 If thou true Wisdom from above wilt graciously impart, To keep thy perfect Laws I will devote my zealous Heart. 35 Direct me in the sacred Ways to which thy Precepts lead; Because my chief Delight has been thy righteous Paths to tread. 36 Do Thou to thy most just Commands incline my willing Heart; Let no Desire of worldly Wealth from Thee my Thoughts divert. 37 From those vain Objects turn my Eyes which this false World displays; But give me lively Power and Strength to keep thy righteous Ways. 38 Confirm the Promise which Thou mad'st, and give thy Servant Aid, Who to transgress thy sacred Laws is awfully afraid. 39 The foul Disgrace I justly fear, in Mercy, Lord, remove; For all the Judgments Thou ordain'st are full of Grace and Love. 40 Thou know'st how, after thy Commands, my longing Heart does pant; O then make haste to raise me up, and promis'd Succour grant. Vau: 41 Thy constant Blessing, Lord, bestow to chear my drooping Heart; To me, according to thy Word, thy saving Health impart. 42 So shall I, when my Foes upbraid, this ready Answer make; "In God I trust, who never will "his faithful Promise break." 43 Then let not quite the Word of Truth be from my Mouth remov'd; Since still my Ground of stedfast Hope thy just Decrees have prov'd. 44 So I to keep thy righteous Laws, will all my Study bend; From Age to Age, my Time to come in their Observance spend. 45 E'er long I trust to walk at large, from all Incumbrance free; Since I resolve to make my Life with thy Commands agree. 46 Thy Laws shall be my constant Talk; and Princes shall attend, Whilst I the Justice of thy Ways with Confidence defend. 47 My longing Heart and ravish'd Soul shall both o'erflow with Joy, When in thy lov'd Commandments I my happy Hours employ. 48 Then will I to thy just Decrees lift up my willing Hands; My Care and Bus'ness then shall be to study thy Commands. Zain: 49 According to thy promis'd Grace, thy Favour, Lord, extend; Make good to me the Word, on which thy Servant's Hopes depend. 50 That only Comfort in Distress did all my Griefs controul; Thy Word when Troubles hemm'd me round, reviv'd my fainting Soul. 51 Insulting Foes did proudly mock, and all my Hopes deride; Yet, from thy Law, not all their Scoffs could make me turn aside. 52 Thy Judgments then, of ancient Date, I quickly call'd to mind, 'Till ravish'd with such Thoughts, my Soul did speedy Comfort find. 53 Sometimes I stand amaz'd, like one with deadly Horror struck, To think how all my sinful Foes have thy just Laws forsook. 54 But I thy Statutes and Decrees my chearful Anthems made; whilst thro' strange Lands and Desarts wild I like a Pilgrim stray'd. 55 Thy Name, that chear'd my Heart by Day, has fill'd my Thoughts by Night; I then resolv'd by thy just Laws, to guide my Steps aright. 56 That Peace of Mind, which has my Soul in deep Distress sustain'd. By strict Obedience to thy Will I happily obtain'd. Cheth: 57 O Lord, my God, my Portion Thou and sure Possession art; Thy Words I stedfastly resolve to treasure in my Heart. 58 With all the Strength of warm Desires I did thy Grace implore; Disclose, according to thy Word, thy Mercies boundless Store. 59 With due Reflection and strict Care on all my Ways I thought; And so, reclaim'd to thy just Paths, my wand'ring Steps I brought. 60 I lost no Time, but made great Haste, resolv'd, without Delay, To watch, that I might never more from thy Commandments stray. 61 Tho' num'rous Troops of sinful Men to rob me have combin'd; Yet I thy pure and righteous Laws have ever kept in mind. 62 In dead of Night I will arise to sing thy solemn Praise; Convinc'd how much I always ought to love thy righteous Ways. 63 To such as fear thy holy Name, myself I closely join; To all who their obedient Wills to thy Commands resign. 64 O'er all the Earth thy Mercy, Lord, abundantly is shed; O make me then exactly learn, thy sacred Paths to tread. Teth: 65 With me, thy Servant, Thou hast dealt most graciously, O Lord, Repeated Benefits bestow'd, according to thy Word. 66 Teach me the sacred Skill, by which right Judgment is attain'd, Who in Belief of thy Commands have stedfastly remain'd. 67 Before Affliction stopp'd my Course, my Footsteps went astray; But I have since been disciplin'd, thy Precepts to obey. 68 Thou art, O Lord, supremely good, and all Thou dost is so; On me, thy Statutes to discern, thy saving Skill bestow. 69 The proud have forg'd malicious Lies, my spotless Fame to stain; But my fix'd Heart, without Reserve, thy Precepts shall retain. 70 While pamper'd they, with prosp'rous Ills, in sensual Pleasures live, My Soul can relish no Delight, but what thy Precepts gave. 71 'Tis good for me that I have felt Affliction's chast'ning Rod, That I might duly learn and keep the Statues of my God. 72 The Law that from thy Mouth proceeds of more Esteem I hold, Than untouch'd Mines, than thousand Mines of Silver and of Gold. Jod: 73 To me, who am the Workmanship of thy almighty Hands, The heav'nly Understanding give to learn thy just Commands. 74 My Preservation to thy Saints strong Comfort will afford, To see Success attend my Hopes, who trusted in thy Word. 75 That right thy Judgments are, I now by sure Experience see; And in that Faithfulness, O Lord, thou hast afflicted me. 76 O let thy tender Mercy now afford me needful Aid; According to thy Promise, Lord, to me thy Servant made. 77 To me thy saving Grace restore, that I again may live; Whose Soul can relish no Delight, but what thy Precepts give. 78 Defeat the Proud, who unprovok'd, to ruin me have sought, Who only on thy sacred Laws employ my harmless Thought. 79 Let those that fear thy Name espouse my Cause,and those alone Who have by strict and pious Search thy sacred Precepts known. 80 In thy blest Statutes let my Heart continue always sound, That Guilt and Shame, the Sinner's Lot, may never me confound. Caph: 81 My Soul with long Expectance faints to see thy saving Grace: Yet still on thy unerring Word my Confidence I place. 82 My very Eyes consume and fail with waiting for thy Word; O! when wilt Thou thy kind Relief and prromis'd Aid afford. 83 My Skin like shrivel'd Parchment shows, that long in Smoak is set; Yet no Affliction me can force thy Statutes to forget. 84 How many Days must I endure of Sorrow and Distress? When wilt thou Judgment execute on them who me oppress? 85 The proud have digg'd a Pit for me, who have no other Foes, But such as are averse to thee, and thy just Laws oppose. 86 With Right and Truth's eternal Laws all thy Commands agree; Men persecute me without Cause, Thou, Lord, my Helper be. 87 With close Designs against my Life they had almost prevail'd; But in Obedience to thy Will my Duty never fail'd: 88 Thy wonted Kindness, Lord, restore, my drooping Heart to chear; That by thy righteous Statutes, I my Life's whole Course may steer. Lamed: 89 For ever and for ever, Lord, unchang'd thou dost remain; Thy Word, establish'd in the Heav'ns, does all their Orbs sustain. 90 Thro' circling Ages, Lord, thy Truth immoveable shall stand, As does the Earth which Thou uphold'st by thy almighty Hand. 91 All Things the Course by Thee ordain'd, ev'n to this Day fulfill; They are thy faithful Subjects all, and Servants of thy Will. 92 Unless thy sacred Law had been my Comfort and Delight, I must have fainted, and expir'd in dark Affliction's Night. 93 Thy Precepts therefore from my Tho'ts shall never, Lord, depart; For Thou by them hast to new Life restor'd my dying Heart. 94 As I am thine, entirely thine, protect me, Lord, from Harm; Who have thy Precepts sought to know, and carefully perform. 95 The Wicked have their Ambush laid my guiltless Life to take; But in the midst of Danger I thy Word my Study make. 96 I've seen an End, of what we call Perfection here below: But thy commandments, like Thyself, no Change or Period know. Mem: 97 The Love that to thy Laws I bear, no Language can display; they with fresh Wonders entertain my ravish'd Thoughts all Day. 98 Thro' thy Commands I wiser grow than all my subtle Foes; For thy sure Word doth me direct, and all my Ways dispose. 99 From me my former Teachers now may abler Counsel take; Because thy sacred Precepts I my constant Study make. 100 In Understanding I excel the Sages of our Days; Because by thy unerring Rules I order all my Ways. 101 My Feet with Care I have refrain'd from ev'ry sinful Way, That to thy sacred Word I might entire Obedience pay. 102 I have not from thy Judgments stray'd, by vain Desires mislead; For, Lord, Thou hast instructed me thy righteous Paths to tread. 103 How sweet are all thy Words to me; O what divine Repast! How much more grateful to my Soul, than Honey to my Taste! 104 Taught by thy sacred Precepts, I with heav'nly Skill am blest, Thro' which the treach'rous Ways of Sin I utterly detest. Nun: 105 Thy word is to my Feet a Lamp, the Way of Truth to show; A Watch-light to point out the Path, in which I ought to go. 106 I swear (and from my solemn Oath I'll never start aside) That in thy righteous Judgments I will stedfastly abide. 107 Since I with Griefs am so opprest, that I can bear no more; According to thy Word, do Thou my fainting Soul restore. 108 Let still my Sacrifice of Praise with Thee Acceptance find; And in thy righteous Judgments, Lord, instruct my willing Mind. 109 Tho' ghastly Dangers me surround, my Soul they cannot awe, Nor with continual Terrors keep from thinking on thy Law. 110 My wicked and invet'rate Foes for me their Snares have laid; Yet I have kept the upright Path, nor from thy Precepts stray'd. 111 Thy Testimonies I have made my Heritage and Choice; For they when other Comforts fail, my drooping Heart rejoice. 112 My Heart with early Zeal began thy Statutes to obey; And 'till my Course of Life is done, shall keep thy upright Way. Samech: 113 Deceitful Thoughts and Practices I utterly detest; But to thy Law Affection bear too great to be express'd. 114 My Hiding-place, my Refuge-Tower, and Shield art Thou, O Lord; I firmly anchor all my Hopes on thy unerring Word. 115 Hence ye that trade in Wickedness, approach not my Abode; For firmly I resolve to keep the Precepts of my God. 116 According to thy gracious Word, from Danger set me free; Nor make me of those Hopes asham'd, that I repose on Thee. 117 Uphold me, so shall I be safe, and rescu'd from Distress; To thy Decrees continually my just Respect address. 118 The Wicked Thou hast trod to Earth, who from thy Statutes stray'd; Their vile Deceit the just Reward of their own Falshood made. 119 The Wicked from thy holy Land thou dost like Dross remove; I therefore, with such Justice charm'd, thy Testimonies love. 120 Yet with that Love they make me dread, lest I should so offend, When on Transgressors I behold thy Judgments thus descend. Ain: 121 Judgment and Justice I have lov'd; O therefore, Lord, engage In my Defence, nor give me up to my Oppressors Rage. 122 Do Thou be Surety, Lord, for me, and so shall this Distress Prove good for me; nor shall the proud my guiltless Soul oppress. 123 My Eyes, alas! begin to fail, in long Expectance held; 'Till thy Salvation they behold, and righteous Word fulfill'd. 124 To me, thy Servant in Distress, thy wonted Grace display, And discipline my willing Heart thy Statutes to obey. 125 On me, devoted to thy Fear, thy sacred Skill bestow, That of thy Testimonies I the full Extent may know. 126 'Tis Time, high Time for thee, O Lord, thy Vengeance to employ, When Men with open Violence thy sacred Law destroy. 127 Yet their Contempt of thy Commands but make their Value rise In my Esteem, who purest Gold compar'd with them despise. 128 Thy Precepts therefore I account, in all Respects, divine: They teach me to discern the right, and all false Ways decline. Pe: 129 Thy Wonders which thy Laws contain, no Words can represent; Therefore to learn and practise them, my zealous Heart is bent. 130 The very Entrance to thy Word coelestial Light displays, And Knowledge of true Happiness to simplest Minds conveys. 131 With eager Hopes I waiting stood, and fainted with Desire, That of thy wise Commands I might the sacred Skill acquire. 132 With Favour, Lord, look down on me who thy Relief implore; As thou art wont to visit those that thy blest Name adore. 133 Directed by thy heav'nly Word, let all my Footsteps be; Nor Wickedness of any kind dominion have o'er me. 134 Release, entirely set me free from persecuting Hands, That, unmolested, I may learn and practise thy Commands. 135 On me, devoted to thy Fear, Lord, make thy Face to shine: Thy Statutes both to know and keep, my Heart with Zeal incline. 136 My Eyes to weeping Fountains turn, whence briny Rivers flow, To see Mankind against thy Laws in bold Defiance Go. Tsaddi: 137 Thou art the righteous Judge, in whom wrong'd Innocence may trust; And, like Thyself, thy Judgments, Lord, in all Respects are just. 138 Most just and true those Statutes were, which Thou didst first decree; And all with Faithfulness perform'd, succeeding Times shall see. 139 With Zeal my Flesh consumes away, my Soul with Anguish frets, To see my Foes contemn at once thy Promises and Threats. 140 Yet each neglected Word of thine (howe'er by them despis'd) Is pure, and for eternal Truth by me, thy Servant priz'd. 141 Brought, for thy sake, to low Estate, Contempt from all I find; Yet no Affronts or Wrongs can drive thy Precepts from my Mind. 142 Thy Righteousness shall then endure, when Time itself is past; Thy Law is Truth itself, that Truth which shall forever last. 143 Tho' Trouble, Anguish, Doubts and Dread to compass me unite, Beset with Danger, still I make thy Precepts my Delight. 144 Eternal and unerring Rules thy Testimonies give: Teach me the Wisdom that will make my Soul for ever live. Koph: 145 With my whole Heart to God I call'd, Lord, hear my earnest Cry; And I, thy Statutes to perform will all my Care apply. 146 Again more fervently I pray'd, O save me, that I may Thy Testimonies throughly know, and stedfastly obey. 147 My earlier Pray'r the dawning Day prevented, while I cry'd To Him on whose engaging Word my Hope alone rely'd. 148 With Zeal have I awak'd before the midnight Watch was set, That I of thy mysterious Word might perfect Knowledge get. 149 Lord, hear my supplicating Voice, and wonted Favour shew; O quicken me, and so approve thy Judgment ever true. 150 My persecuting Foes advance, and hourly nearer draw; What Treatment can I hope from them who violate thy Law? 151 Tho' they draw nigh, my Comfort is Thou, Lord, art yet more near; Thou, whose Commands are righteous all, thy Promises sincere. 152 Concerning thy divine Decrees, my Soul has known of old That they were true, and shall their Truth to endless Ages hold. Resch: 153 Consider my Affliction, Lord, and me from Bondage draw; Think on thy Servant in Distress, who ne'er forgets thy Law. 154 Plead thou my Cause; to that and me thy timely Aid afford; With Beams of Mercy quicken me according to thy Word. 155 From harden'd Sinners Thou remov'st Salvation far away: 'Tis just Thou should'st withdraw from them, who from thy Statutes stray. 156 Since great thy tender Mercies are to all who Thee adore; According to thy Judgments, Lord, my fainting Hopes restore. 157 A num'rous Host of spiteful Foes against my Life combine; But all too few to force my Soul thy Statues to decline. 158 Those bold Transgressors I beheld, and was with Grief oppress'd, To see with what audacious Pride thy Cov'nant they transgress'd. 159 Yet while thy slight, consider, Lord, how I thy Precepts love; O therefore quicken me with Beams of Mercy from above. 160 As from the Birth of Time thy Truth has held through Ages past, So shall thy righteous Judgments, firm, to endless Ages last. Schin: 161 Tho' mighty Tyrants, without Cause, conspire my Blood to shed, Thy sacred Word has Pow'r alone to fill my Heart with Dread. 162 And yet that Word my joyful Breast with heav'nly Rapture warms, Nor Conquest, or the Spoils of War, have such transporting Charms. 163 Perfidious Practices and Lies I utterly detest; But to they Laws Affection bear, too vast to be exprest. 164 Sev'n times a Day, with grateful Voice, thy Praises I resound, Because I find thy Judgments all with Truth and Justice crown'd. 165 Secure, substantial Peace have they who truly love thy Law; No smiling Mischief them can tempt, nor frowning Danger awe. 166 For thy Salvation I have hop'd, and though so long delay'd, With chearful Zeal and strictest Care all thy Commands obey'd. 167 Thy Testimonies I have kept, and constantly obey'd; Because the Love I bore to them, thy Service easy made. 168 From strict Observance of thy Laws I never yet withdrew; Convinc'd that my most secret Ways are open to thy View. Tau: 169 To my Request and earnest Cry attend, O gracious Lord; Inspire my Heart with heav'nly Skill, according to thy Word. 170 Let my repeated Pray'r at last before thy Throne appear; According to thy plighted Word for my Relief draw near. 171 Then shall my grateful Lips return the Tribute of their Praise, When Thou thy Counsels hast reveal'd, and taught me thy just Ways. 172 My Tongue the Praises of thy Word shall thankfully resound, Because thy Promises are all with Truth and Justice crown'd. 173 Let thy almighty Arm appear, and bring me timely Aid; For I the Laws Thou hast ordain'd, my Heart's free Choice have made. 174 My Soul has waited long to see thy saving Grace restor'd; Nor Comfort know, but what thy Laws, thy heav'nly Laws afford. 175 Prolong my Life, that I may sing my great Restorer's Praise, Whose Justice from the Depths of Woes my fainting Soul shall raise. 176 Like some lost Sheep I've stray'd, 'till I despair my Way to find: Thou therefore, Lord, thy Servant seek, who keeps thy Laws in Mind. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

How blest is he, who ne'er consents

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #I (1760) Lyrics: 1 How blest is he, who ne'er consents by ill Advice to walk; Nor stands in Sinners Ways, nor fits where Men profanely talk! 2 But makes the perfect Law of God his Bus'ness and Delight; Devoutly reads therein by Day, and meditates by Night. 3 Like some fair Tree, which, fed by Streams, with timely Fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and Success all his Designs attend. 4 Ungodly Men, and their Attempts, no lasting Root shall find; Untimely blasted, and dispers'd, like Chaff before the Wind. 5 Their Guilt shall strike the Wicked dumb before the Judge's Face: No formal Hypocrite shall then among the Saints have Place. 6 For God approves the just Man's Ways; to Happiness they tend: But Sinners, and the Paths they tread, shall both in Ruin end. Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English

How good and pleasant must it be

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XCII (1760) Lyrics: 1 How good and pleasant must it be to thank the Lord most high; And with repeated Hymns of Praise, his Name to magnify. 2 With ev'ry Morning's early Dawn, his Goodness to relate; And of his constant Truth, each Night the glad Effects repeat. 3 To ten-string'd Instruments we'll sing, with tuneful Psalt'ries join'd, And to the Harp, with solemn Sounds, for sacred Use design'd 4 For thro' thy wondrous Works, O Lord, Thou mak'st my Heart rejoice; The Thoughts of them shall make me glad, and shout with chearful Voice. 5,6 How wond'rous are thy Works, O Lord! how deep are thy Decrees! Whose winding Tracks, in secret laid, no stupid Sinner sees. 7 He little thinks, when wicked Men, like Grass, look fresh and gay; How soon their short-liv'd Splendor must for ever pass away. 8,9 But Thou, my God, art still most High; and all thy lofty Foes, Who thought they might securely sin, shall be o'erwhelm'd with Woes. 10 Whilst Thou exalt'st my sov'reign Pow'r, and mak'st it largely spread; And with refreshing Oil anoint'st my consecrated Head. 11 I soon shall see my stubborn Foes to utter Ruin brought; And hear the dismal End of those, who have against me fought. 12 But righteous Men, like fruitful Palms, shall make a glorious Show; As Cedars that on Lebanon in stately Order grow. 13,14 These, planted in the House of God, within his Courts shall thrive; Their Vigour and their Lustre both shall in old Age revive. 15 Thus will the Lord his Justice shew; and God, my strong Defence, Shall due Rewards to all the World impartially dispense. Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English

How honorable is the Place

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 How honourable is the Place, where we adoring stand, Sion, the Glory of the Earth, and Beauty of the Land! 2 Bulwarks of mighty Grace defend the City where we dwell; The Walls, of strong Salvation made, defy th' Assaults of Hell. 3 Lift up the everlasting Gates, the Doors wide open fling; Enter ye Nations that obey the Statutes of our King. 4 Here shall you taste unmingled Joys, and live in perfect Peace; You that have known Jehovah's Name, And ventur'd on his Grace. 5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trust, and banish all your Fears; Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells; eternal as his Years. Scripture: Isaiah 26:1-5 Languages: English

How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? must I forever mourn? How long wilt thou withdraw from me, Oh, never to return? 2 How long shall anxious Thoughts my Soul, and Grief my Heart oppress? How long my Enemies insult, and I have no Redress? 3 O, hear! and to my longing Eyes restore thy wonted Light; And suddenly, or I shall sleep in everlasting Night. 4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast 'twas their own Strength o'ercame; Permit not them that vex my Soul, to triumph in my Shame. 5 Since I have always plac'd my Trust beneath thy Mercy's Wing, Thy saving Health will come, and then my Heart with Joy shall spring; 6 Then shall my Song, with Praise inspir'd, to thee, my God, ascend, Who to thy Servant in Distress, such Bounty didst extend. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

How many, Lord, of late are grown

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #III (1760) Lyrics: 1 How many, Lord, of late are grown the Troublers of my Peace! And as their Numbers hourly rise, so does their Rage increase. 2 Insulting, they my Soul upbraid, and him whom I adore: The God in whom he trusts, say they, shall rescue him no more. 3 But thou, O Lord, art my Defence; on thee my Hopes rely: Thou art my Glory, and shalt yet, lift up my Head on high. 4 Since whensoe'er in like Distres, to God I made my Prayer, He heard me from his holy Hill; Why should I now despair? 5 Guarded by him, I laid me down, my sweet Repose to take; For I through him securely sleep, through him in Safety wake. 6 No Force nor Fury of my Foes, my Courage shall confound; Were there as many Hosts as Men, that have beset me round. 7 Arise, and save me, O my God, who oft hast own'd my Cause; And scatter'd oft these Foes to me, and to thy righteous Laws. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; He only can defend; His Blessing he extends to all, that on his Pow'r depend. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

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