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Pride lamented
Author: Dr. S. Stennett Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCXI (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Complaint Of pride First Line: Oft have I turn'd my eye within Lyrics: 1 Oft have I turn'd my eye within,
And brought to light some latent sin;
But pride, the vice I most detest,
Still lurks securely in my breast.
2 Here with a thousand arts she tries
To dress me in a fair disguise,
To make a guilty wretched worm
Put on an angel's brightest form.
3 She hides my follies from mine eyes,
And lifts my virtues to the skies;
And while the specious tale she tells,
Her own deformity conceals.
4 Rend, O my God, the veil away,
Bring forth the monster to the day;
Expose her hideous form to view,
And all her restless power subdue.
5 So shall humility divine
Again possess this heart of mine;
And form a temple for my God,
Which he will make his lov'd abode. Languages: English
Pride lamented
The Lord's Prayer
Author: J. Straphan Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCLVIII (1792) Topics: Complaint Under great pain First Line: Our Father, whose eternal sway Lyrics: 1 Our Father, whose eternal sway
The bright angelic hosts obey,
O! lend a pitying ear:
When on thy awful name we call,
And at thy feet submissive fall,
O! condescend to hear.
2 Far may thy glorious reign extend,
May rebels to thy sceptre bend,
And yield to sovereign love:
May we take pleasure to fulfil
The sacred dictates of thy will,
As angels do above.
3 From thy kind hand each temporal good,
Our raiment and our daily food,
In rich abundance come:
Lord, give us still a fresh supply,
If thou withhold thy hand, we die,
And fill the silent tomb.
4 Pardon our sins, O God! that rise,
And call for vengeance from the skies;
And while we are forgiven,
Grant that revenge may never rest,
And malice harbor in that breast
That fells the love of Heaven.
5 Protect us in the dangerous hour,
And from the wily tempter's power;
O! set our spirits free;
And if temptation should assail,
May might grace o'er all prevail,
And lead our hearts to thee.
6 Thine is the power, to thee belongs
The constant tribute of our songs,
All glory to thy name:
Let every creature join our lays,
In one resounding act of praise
Thy wonders to proclaim.
Scripture: Matthew 6:9-13 Languages: English
The Lord's Prayer
Complaining of Inconstancy
Author: Beddome Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCX (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Complaint Of inconstancy First Line: The wandering star, and fleeting wind Lyrics: 1 The wandering star, and fleeting wind
Both represent th' unstable mind:
The morning cloud, and early dew
Bring our inconstancy to view.
2 But cloud, and wind, and dew, and star,
Faint and imperfect emblems are:
Nor can there aught in nature be
So fickle and so false as we.
3 Our outward walk, and inward frame,
Scarce thro' a single hour the same;
We vow, and straight our vows forget,
And then those very vows repeat.
4 We sin forsake, to sin return,
Are hot and cold, now freeze, now burn;
In deep distress, then raptures feel,
We soar to heaven, then sink to hell.
5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess
Our folly, and unsteadfastness;
When shall these hearts more fixed be,
Fix'd by thy grace, and fix'd on thee? Languages: English
Complaining of Inconstancy
Thou God of love, thou ever blest
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXX (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever blest,
Pity my suff'ring state;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest
From lips that love deceit?
2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast,
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never ceasing quarrels waste
My golden hours of life.
3 O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong:
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!
6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro',
Strict justice would approve;
But I would rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English
Thou God of love, thou ever blest
Loves thou me?
Author: Newton Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCL (1792) Topics: Complaint Of hardness of heart First Line: 'Tis a point I long to know Lyrics: 1 'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3 [Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove;
Every trifle give me pain,
If I knew a savior's love?
4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself a child?]
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You who love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it thus with you?
6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve at what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
7 [Could I joy his saints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhor'd;
Find, at times, the promise sweet
If I did not love the Lord?]
8 Lord, decide the doubtful case!
Thou, who art the people's sun;
Since upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
9 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day. Scripture: John 21:16 Languages: English
Loves thou me?
The contrite heart
Author: Cowper Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCLXXV (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint Of stupidity in hearing and prayer First Line: The Lord will happiness divine Lyrics: 1 The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, "my strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted I know
And love thy house of prayer;
I sometimes go where others go,
But find no comfort there.
6 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And, if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be. Scripture: Isaiah 57:15 Languages: English
The contrite heart
Lord, how secure muy Conscience was
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.CXV (1766) Topics: Complaint of indwelling Sin Lyrics: 1 Lord, how secure my Conscience was,
And felt no inward Dread!
I was alive without the Law,
And thought my Sins were dead.
2 My Hopes of Heav'n were firm and bright,
But since the Precept came,
With a convincing Pow'r and Light,
I find how vile I am.
[3 My Guilt appear'd but small before,
Till terribly I saw
How Perfect, Holy, Just, and Pure,
Was thine eternal Law.
4 Then felt my Soul the heavy Load;
My Sins reviv'd again
I had provok'd a dreadful God,
And all my Hopes were slain.]
5 I'm like a helpless Captive sold,
Under the Pow'r of Sin;
I cannot do the Good I would,
Nor keep my Conscience clean.
6 My God, I cry with ev'ry Breath
For some kind Pow'r to save,
To break the Yoke of Sin and Death,
And thus redeem the Slave. Scripture: Romans 5:8-9 Languages: English
Lord, how secure muy Conscience was
My drowsy Pow'rs, why sleep ye so?
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXV (1766) Topics: Complaint of Sloth and Negligence Lyrics: 1 My drowsy Pow'rs, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish Soul!
Nothing has half thy Work to do,
Yet Nothing's half so dull.
2 The little Ants for one poor Grain
Labour, and tug, and strive,
Yet we, who have a Heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live?
3 We, for whose Sake all Nature stands,
And Stars their Courses move;
We, for whose Guard the Angel Bands
Come flying from above;
4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our Good,
How careless to secure that Crown,
He purchas'd with his Blood!
5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our Parts?
Come, holy Dove, from heav'nly Hill,
And sit and warm our Hearts.
6 Then shall our active Spirits move,
Upward our Souls shall rise;
With Hands of Faith, and Wings of Love,
We'll fly, and take the Prize. Languages: English
My drowsy Pow'rs, why sleep ye so?
How short and hasty is our Life!
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXXII (1766) Topics: Complaint of Sloth and Negligence Lyrics: 1 How short and hasty is our Life!
How vast our Souls Affairs!
Yet senseless Mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their Years.
2 Our Days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a Moment's Stay,
Just like a Story or a Song,
We pass our Lives away.
3 God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedless on,
And ever hast'ning to the Tomb,
Stoop downward as we run.
4 How we deserve the deepest Hell,
That slight the Joys above!
What Chains of Vengeance should we feel,
That break such Cords of Love!
5 Draw us, O God, with Sov'reign Grace,
And lift our Thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal Race,
And see Salvation nigh. Languages: English
How short and hasty is our Life!
Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XXXIV (1766) Topics: Complaint of Dullness Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs,
Kindle a Flame of sacred Love
In these cold Hearts of ours.
2 Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling Toys;
Our Souls can neither fly nor go,
To reach eternal Joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal Songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our Tongues,
And our Devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie
At this poor dying Rate;
Our Love so faint, so cold to thee?
And thine to us so great?
4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's Love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Languages: English
Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove
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