Instance Results

Personalized Recommendations | Advanced Search

Showing 141 - 150 of 211Results Per Page: 10 20 50

Psalm 14 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.28 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors their folly First Line: Are sinners now so senseless grown Lyrics: Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? Great God! appear to their surprise; Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust; Great God! confound their pride. O that the joyful day were come To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home Our songs shall never cease. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

Psalm 35 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.81 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors complained of First Line: Now plead my cause, Almighty God Lyrics: Now plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life. Draw out thy spear and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my soul in mercy say, "I am thy Savior God!" They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made. Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slipp'ry be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound. They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death. They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. But if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew, By thy surprising grace. Then will I raise my tuneful voice, To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. Scripture: Psalm 35:1-9 Languages: English

Psalm 35 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.82 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors complained of First Line: Behold the love, the gen'rous love Lyrics: Behold the love, the gen'rous love, That holy David shows; Hark, how his sounding bowels move To his afflicted foes! When they are sick his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart. How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead! And fasting mortified his soul, While for their life he prayed. They groaned, and cursed him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns. O glorious type of heav'nly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, the Savior prays, And pities them with tears. He, the true David, Isr'el's King, Blest and beloved of God, To save us rebels, dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood. Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English

Psalm 44

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.99 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors complained of First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days. How thou didst build thy churches here, And make thy gospel known; Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone. 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. But now our souls are seized with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heav'n, Nor have our steps declined the road Of duty thou hast giv'n; Though dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruised us sore Hard by the gates of death. We are exposed all day to die As martyrs for thy cause, As sheep for slaughter bound we lie By sharp and bloody laws. Awake, arise, Almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhorred Or banished from thy face? Wilt thou for ever cast us off, And still neglect our cries? For ever hide thine heav'nly love From our afflicted eyes? Down to the dust our soul is bowed, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound. Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Savior and our God; We plead the honors of thy name, The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English

Psalm 74

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.161 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors complained of First Line: Will God for ever cast us off? Lyrics: Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer's blood; Nor let thy Zion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. Lift up thy feet and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. Where once thy churches prayed and sang, Thy foes profanely roar; Over thy gates their ensigns hang, Sad tokens of their power. How are the seats of worship broke! They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke Procures the chief renown. With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their nest; "Come, let us burn at once," they cry, "The temple and the priest." And still, to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. No prophet speaks to calm our woes, But all the seers mourn; There's not a soul amongst us knows The time of thy return. How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profaned? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand? What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? Hath not thy power formed every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer's heat, and winter's frost, In their perpetual rounds? And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred power blaspheme? Will not thy hand that formed them first Avenge thine injured name? Think oh the cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade, And vex thy mourning dove. Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thy own cause, Almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

Psalm 80

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.170 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Persecutors complained of First Line: Great Shepherd of thine Israel Lyrics: Great Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep; Thy church is in the desert now, Shine from on high and guide us through; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved and sigh no more. Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return? How long shall thy fierce anger burn? Instead of wine and cheerful bread Thy saints with their own tears are fed: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands? Did not thy power defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground? How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with the fruit! But now, dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. Why is its beauty thus defaced? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? Strangers and foes against her join, And every beast devours the vine. Return, Almighty God, return, Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou wast its strength and glory too; Attacked in vain by all its foes, Till the fair Branch of Promise rose: Fair Branch, ordained of old to shoot From David's stock, from Jacob's root; Himself a noble vine, and we The lesser branches of the tree. 'Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand Girt with thy strength at thy right hand; Thy first-born Son, adorned and blest With power and grace above the rest. O for his sake attend our cry, Shine on thy churches lest they die; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be saved, and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English

Psalm 83

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.173 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors complained of First Line: And will the God of grace Lyrics: And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep? Behold, what cursed snares The men of mischief spread! The men that hate thy saints and thee Lift up their threat'ning head. Against thy hidden ones Their counsels they employ, And malice, with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy. The noble and the base Into thy pastures leap; The lion and the stupid ass Conspire to vex thy sheep. "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." Awake, Almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind. Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy name; Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame. Then shall the nations know That glorious, dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the sovereign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English

Psalm 94 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.202 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: O God, to whom revenge belongs Lyrics: O God, to whom revenge belongs, "Proclaim thy wrath aloud; Let sovereign power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears:" When will the fools be wise? Can he be deaf who formed their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God. Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:1-2 Languages: English

Psalm 94 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.203 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: Who will arise and plead my right Against my num'rous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose? Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustained my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. "Alas! my sliding feet!" I cried; Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy Spirit bore me up. While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

Psalm 129

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.297 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecutors punished First Line: Up from my youth, may Isr'el say Lyrics: Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assailed my riper age, But not destroyed my life. Their cruel plow had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep; Hourly they vexed my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep. The Lord grew angry on his throne, And, with impartial eye, Measured the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly. How was their insolence surprised To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seized With horror to the soul! Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints And all their projects die. [What though they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despised in death.] [So corn that on the house-top stands No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves. It springs and withers on the place; No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.] Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English