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A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #10 (1790) Topics: Temptations overcome; Temptations overcome First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 Languages: English

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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #12 (1786) Topics: Temptations overcome; Temptations overcome First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #12 (1787) Topics: Temptations overcome; Temptations overcome First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

How long, O Lord! shall I complain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P13a (1766) Topics: Deliverance from Temptations; Temptations of the devil Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord! shall I complain, Like one that seeks his GOD in vain. Canst thou thy Face for ever hide? And I still pray and be deny'd? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my Soul thine Absence mourn? And still despair of thy Return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled Breast Be with these anxious Thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious Foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick Relief, Before my Death conclude my Grief; If thou with-hold thy heav'nly Light, I sleep in everlasting Night. 5 How will the Pow'rs of Darkness boast, If but one praying Soul be lost? But I have trusted in thy Grace, And shall again behold thy Face. 6 Whate'er my Foes or Fears suggest, Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest, My Heart shall feel thy Love, and raise My chearful Voice to Songs of Praise. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

How long wilt thou conceal thy Face?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P13b (1766) Topics: Deliverance from Temptations; Temptations of the devil Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face? My GOD, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly Rays That chace my Fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring Soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy Word can all my Foes controul, And ease my raging Pain. 3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries All his malicious Arts He spreads a Mist around my Eyes, And throws his fiery Darts. 4 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield, My Soul in Safety keep; Make Haste before mine Eyes are seal'd In Death's eternal Sleep. 5 How would the Tempter boast aloud If I become his Prey! Behold the Sons of Hell grow proud At thy so long Delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy Rebuke, And Satan hide his Head; He knows the Terrors of thy Look, And hears thy Voice with Dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign Grace, Where all my Hopes have hung; I shall employ my Lips in Praise, And Vict'ry shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #13 (1786) Topics: Temptations overcome; Temptations overcome First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:8 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #13a (1786) Topics: Temptations in sickness; Temptations in sickness First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13 (1787) Topics: Temptations overcome; Temptations overcome First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:8 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13a (1790) Topics: Temptations in sickness; Temptations in sickness First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #16 (1786) Topics: Temptations in sickness; Temptations in sickness First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English