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Psalm 143

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.322 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succor from thy throne; O make thy truth and mercy known! Let judgment not against me pass; Behold, thy servant pleads thy grace: Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long buried and forgot. I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn: When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God for ever hide his love? My God, thy long delay to save Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; O might I hear thy morning voice, How would my wearied powers rejoice! In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my heavy soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. Break off my fetters, Lord, and show Which is the path my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, I flee to hide me near my God. Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heav'nly hill; Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh, that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English

And will the God of grace

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LXXXIII (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: A complaint against Persecutors Lyrics: 1 And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of Justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep! 2 Behold what cursèd snares The men of mischief spread; The men that hate thy saints and thee, Lift up their threat'ning head. 3 Against thy hidden ones, Their counsels they employ, And malice with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy. 4 "Come let us join, they cry, To root them from the ground, Till not the name of saints remain, Nor mem'ry shall be found." 5 Awake, almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind. 6 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy name; Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame. 7 Then shall the nations know Thy glorious dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the sov'reign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English

The Barren Fig-Tree

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXI (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Complaint Of unfruitfulness First Line: God of my life, to thee belong Lyrics: 1 God of my life, to thee belong The thankful heart, the grateful song; Touch'd by thy love, each tuneful chord Resounds the goodness of the Lord. 2 Thou hast preserv'd my fleeting breath, And chas'd the gloomy shades of death; The venom'd arrows vainly fly, When God our great deliverer's nigh. 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care? Why does thy hand so kindly rear A useless cumberer of the ground, On which no pleasant fruits are found? 4 Still may the barren fig-tree stand! And cultivated by thy hand, Verdure, and bloom and fruit afford, Meet tribute to its bounteous Lord. 5 So shall thy praise employ my breath Thro' life, and in the arms of death My soul the pleasant theme prolong, Then rise to aid th' angelic song. Languages: English

Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion loses ground! The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatterer’s part; With fair, deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, They scorn our faithful word: "Are not our lips our own," they cry, "And who shall be our Lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, And bears the sword in vain. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold,; When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold: 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on! Hast thou not given this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, "And make oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free" 8 Thy word, like silver sev’n times try'd, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English

How long wilt thou conceal thy face?

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint under the Temptation of the Devil Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal Thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav’nly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around mine 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, Should I become his prey! Behold, the sons of hell grow proud To see thy 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 Whence all my comforts spring: I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaining—The Good that I would, I doanot

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCIX (1792) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint Of inability to do good First Line: I would, but cannot sing Lyrics: 1 I would, but cannot sing, I would, but cannot pray; For satan meets me when I try, And frights my soul away. 2 I would, but can't repent, Tho' I endeavour oft; This stony heart can ne'er relent Till Jesus makes it soft. 3 I would, but cannot love, Tho' woo'd by love divine; No arguments have pow'r to move A soul so base as mine. 4 I would, but cannot rest In God's most holy will; I know what he appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still. 5 O could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would but cannot – Lord, relieve: My help must come from thee. 6 But if indeed I would, Tho' I can nothing do; Yet the desire is something good, For which my praise is due. 7 By nature prone to ill, 'Till thine appointed hour, I was as destitute of will, As now I am of power. 8 Wilt thou not crown at length, The work thou hast begun? And with a will, afford me strength, In all thy ways to run. Scripture: Romans 7:19 Languages: English

In anger, Lord, do not chastise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.VI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint in Sickness 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

Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #H86 (1789) Topics: Complaint and Hope in Sickness Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign My body to thy will; 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine, Appoints the pains I feel. 2 I own thy providence, my god1 In ev'ry chastening stroke; But while I smart beneath thy rod, Thy presence I invoke. 3 Is not some blessed hour at hand With health upon its wings? Give it, O God, thy swift command, With all the joys it brings. 4 To thee my Saviour, and my Lord, I now myself resign; In life and death, i trust thy word, I am for ever thine. Languages: English

Lord, we have heard thy works of old

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XLIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Church's Complaint in Persecution Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of pow'r and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonder of their days. 2 They saw the beaut'ous churches rise, The spreading gospel run; While light and glory from the skies through all their temples shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heav'n, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast giv’n. 6 Though dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore Hard by the gates of death. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name; As sheep for slaughter bound we lie, And wait the kindling flame. 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps Thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhor'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off And still neglect our cries: For ever hide thine heav’nly love From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their pow'rs confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honors of thy name, The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44 Languages: English

My righteous Judge, my gracious God

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXLIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass: Behold thy servant pleads thy grace; Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within: My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God for ever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; O might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary pow'rs rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, The paths in which my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, I'll flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heav'nly hill; Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English