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To God my loud Complaints I made

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXVII (1767) Tune Key: d minor Lyrics: 1 To God my loud Complaints I made, And he vouchsaf'd his powerful Aid; He to my humble Pray'r. Did lend a gracious Ear. All Night my fest'ring Wound did ragem, No Med'cine could the Pain assuage: My Soul indulg'd her Grief, Nor would accept Relief. 2 I thought on God, but then distress'd, I found my Spirits quite oppress'd; The more i did complain, The more encreas'd my Pain; My Grief is swell'd to such a Height, That thro' each tedious Watch of Night, Mine Eyes are kept awake; I sigh, but cannot speak. 3 I call'd to Mind those ancient Days, When I, exalted, sung thy Praise; Those Years so much renown'd; With signal Favours crown'd; By Night I recollect the Song That to my Trimphs did belong, And once such Joy impart, Then thus consult my Heart. 4 "Hath GOD withdrawn His Favour quite, "Is Mercy lost in endless Night? "Will he his promis'd Love "For evermore remove?" I said My Weakness doth supply These Fears, but in the LORD most high I shall securely stand, Protected by his Hand. 5 His Works of old I will relate, On them my Heart shall meditate; My Tongue shall them recite, The Wonders of his Might. Thy Promise, LORD, is ever sure, Thy Ways are holy, just, and pure, And deep thy Counsels are, Who can with thee compare? 6 Thou art the LORD, that dost display Amazing Wonders every Day, And all the World shall own, That thou art GOD alone; And Jacob's Seed and Joseph's Line, Have known thy Strength and Pow'r divine, Who didst thy Arm extend, And them with Might defend. 7 When thee, O GOD, the Waters saw, The troubled Deep was struck with Awe, The frigten'd Billows shrunk, And in their Channels sunk: The Clouds pour'd down, while rending Skies, Fill'd Earth and Heav'n with dread Surprize, And forth thine Arrows came, Wing'd with avenging Flame 8 Broad Sheets of livid Blaze appear; Thy Thunders roll, Earth shakes with Fear, Thy Paths in Waters lie; Nor can thy Steps descry: Thy People from hard Bondage freed, Thou didst by skillful Moses lead, And Aaron's sacred Hand, Safe thro' a desart Land. Topics: Description of Storms and Stress of Weather; Prayers When sorely afflicted Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English Tune Title: [To God, my loud Complaints I made]

To GOD, our never failing Strength

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXXI (1767) Tune Key: a minor Lyrics: 1 To GOD, our never failing Strength, With glad Applause, loudly sing; And jointly make a chearful Noise, To Jacob's great and awful King. 2 Compose a lofty Hymn of Praise, And touch your Instruments of Joy, Let Psalteries and pleasant Harps, With warbling Lutes, your Skill employ. 3 Let Trumpets at the great new Moon, Their animating Voices raise, To celebrate the joyful Time, Th'appointed solemn Day of Praise. 4 For this a Statute was of old, Which Jacob's GOD himself decreed, To be with pious Care observ'd For Times to come, by Israel's Seed. 5 This he, for a Memorial fix'd, In Joseph, freed from Egypt's Land; Strange Nations barb'rous Speech we heard, A Speech we could not understand. 6 "Your bureen'd Shoulders I reliev'd, (Thus seem'd our gracious GOD to say;) "And by my Pow'r your servile Hands, "Were freed from lab'ring in the Clay. 7 Your Ancestors, with Wrongs oppress'd, For timely Help did call on me; With Pity I their Suff'rings saw, and from their Troubles set them free. 8 They fought for me, and from the Clouds In awful Thunder I reply'd; At Meribah's contentious Stream, Their Faith and Duty both were try'd. Part II 9 Whilst I my solemn Will declare, Do thou my chosen People hear; If thou, O Israel! to my Words Wilt lend thy list'ning Ear. 10 Then shall no GOD besides myself, Within thy Limits e'er be found, Nor shalt thou worship any GOD Adored by the Nations round. 11 The LORD thy GOD, am I alone, Who brought thee out of Egypt's Land; 'Tis I that all thy just Desires Do still supply with lib'ral Hand. 12 But they, my chosen Race, refus'd To hearken to my gracious Voice; Nor would rebellious Israel's Sons Make me, with Confidence, their Choice. 13 So I provok'd, resign'd them up, To ev'ry wicked Lust a Prey; And in their own perverse Designs Permitted them to go astray. 14 O that my People wisely would, My just and mild Commandments heed; That Israel in my righteous Ways Would still, with pious Care, proceed. 15 Then should my heavy Judgments fall, On all who would their Pow'r oppose; And my avenging Hand be rais'd To cut off all their daring Foes. 16 Their Enemies, and mine, should all, Before my Footstool lowly bend; But as for them, their happy State Should stand secure, nor know an End. 17 All Parts with Plenty should abound, With fairest Wheat the fruitful Field, The barren clifts of craggy Rocks, For them should richest Honey yield. Topics: Description of Unthankfulness and Rebellion of the Israelites; Thanksgivings For Delerances and Wonders, General Scripture: Psalm 81 Languages: English Tune Title: [To God, our never failing Strength]

To GOD your grateful Voices raise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CVII (1767) Tune Key: a minor Lyrics: 1 To GOD your grateful Voices raise, Who does your Patron prove; And let your never ceasing Praise Attend his endless Love. Let those give Thanks, whom he from Bands Of haughty Foes releas'd; And brought them back from distant Lands, From North, South, West and East. 2 Through lonely desart Ways they went, Nor could a City find; 'Till quite with Thirst and Hunger spent, Their Souls within them pin'd. Then soon to GOD's indulgent Ear Did they their Cry address; Who graciously vouchsaf'd to hear, And freed them from Distress. 3 From crooked Paths he led them forth, And did their Footsteps guide; To wealthy Towns of great Resort, Where they were well supply'd. Oh then, that all the Earth, with me, Would GOD's great Mercy praise; And ALL the mighty Works, which he Throughout the World displays. 4 For he beholds the longing Souls, Their Wants he satisfies; The hungry Soul, e'en to the full, With Goodness he supplies. 10 Some lie, with Darkness compass'd round, In Death's tremendous Shade; And with unwieldy Fetters bound, By Cares more heavy made. 5 Because GOD's Counsel they defy'd, And lightly priz'd his Word, They fell, and were with Sorrows try'd, Where none could Help afford. Then soon to God's indulgent Ear They did their Cry address; Who graciously vouchsaf'd to hear, And freed them from Distress. 6 From dismal Dungeons, dark as Night, And Black as Death's Abode, He brought them forth, to chearful Light, And Liberty bestow'd. Oh then that all the Earth, with me Would GOD's great Mercy praise, And all the mighty Works, which he Throughout the World displays! 7 For he, with his Almighty Hand, The Gates in Pieces broke; Nor could the Bars of brass withstand, Or Steel resist his Stroke. Part II 8 Remorseless Wretches, void of Sense, With Boldness GOD defy; And for their multiply'd Offence, Oppress'd with sickness lie. Their Soul, a Prey to Pain and Fear, Abhors the choicest Meats; And they by faint Degrees draw near To Death's most dreadful Gates. 9 Then straight to GOD's indulgent Ear, They do their Cry address; Who graciously vouchsafes to hear, And free them from Distress. He all their sad Distempers heals, And Health and Safety gives; And when all human Succour fails, Their Souls from Death retrieves. 10 Oh then, that all the Earth, with me Would GOD's great Mercy praise; And all his wondrous Works, which he Throughout the World displays! With Off'rings let his Altar flame, Whilst they their Thanks express; And with loud Joy, his holy Name, For all his Wonders bless. Part III 13 They that in Ships, with Courage bold, Through Seas their Trade pursue, Do GOD's amazing Works behold, And fearful Wonders view. No sooner his Command is past, But forth the Tempest flies; Which sweeps the Sea with rapid Haste, And makes the Billows rise. 12 Sometimes the Ships, toss'd up to Heav'n, On Mountain Waves appear; Then down the steep Abyss are driv'n, Each Soul dissolves with Fear. They reel and stagger to and fro, Like Men with Wine oppress'd; Nor do the skilful Seamen know, Which Course to steer, is best. 14 Then straight to GOD's indulgent Ear They do their Cry address; Who graciously vouchsafes to hear, And free them from Distress. He does the raging Storm appease, And makes the Billows still; With Joy they see their Fury cease, Their Voyage they fulfil. 14 Oh then, that all the Earth, with me Would GOD's great Mercy praise, And all the mighty Works, which he Throughout the World displays! Let them, where all the Tribes resort, Advance his glorious Name, And in the Elders sov'reign Court, With Joy his Praise proclaim. Part IV 15 A fruitful Land, where Streams abound, GOD, if People sin, Will turn to dry and barren Ground, And punish those therein: The parch'd and desart Heath, he makes To smile springing Wells; Which for his Lot the Hungry takes, And in strong Cities dwells. 16 He sows the Fields, the Vineyard plants, Which all his Toil repay; Nor can, while GOD his Blessing grants, His Seed or Stock decay. But when his Sins Heav'n's Wrath provoke, His Substance fades away; He feels th'Oppressor's gauling Yoke, And falls to Grief a Prey. 17 The Prince that slights what GOD commands, Must quickly leave his Throne; And over wild and desart Lands Abandon'd stray alone. Whilst GOD from all afflicting Cares Sets humble Men on high; And makes in Time his num'rous Heirs With num'rous Flocks to vie. 18 Then Sinners shall have nought to say, The Just their Joy shall show; The Wise these strange Events shall weigh, And GOD's great Mercy know. Topics: Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence; Thanksgivings For Delerances and Wonders, General Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English Tune Title: [To God, your grateful voices raise]

To my Complaint thine Ear incline

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXXVI (1767) Tune Key: d minor Lyrics: 1 To my Complaint thine Ear incline, O GOD, for no Relief but thine, Can free me from Distress; And all my Wrongs redress: Thy Servant keep, O LORD, for I On thee alone for Help rely: Do thou my Soul restore, That does thy Name adore. 2 Comfort thy Servant; for to thee, For Succour, LORD, I daily flee, To me thy Love extend; For I on thee depend: Thy Goodness, LORD, from Day to Day, To all Mankind thou dost display; And thou wilt pardon too, Those who for Mercy sue. 3 To my repeated humble Pray'r, Bow down, O GOD, thy gracious Ear; Do thou attentive be, For still I call on thee; Among the Gods none can display Such Pow'r; as much inferior they, As are their Works to thine, O LORD, alone Divine! 4 The Nations therefore shall restore Thy Praise, O LORD! thy Name adore, And at the Footstool fall Of him who made them all. They shall confess thee GOD supreme, Thy wond'rous Works shall be their Theme, Shall see what thou hast done, And own thee GOD alone. Part II 11 Teach me, O LORD, thy sacred Way, That from thy Truth I may not stray: To me thy Grace impart, Unite my wand'ring Heart To fear, continually thy Name. Thy Praise, my GOD, I will proclaim, And with a Soul sincere Thee constantly revere. 6 Thy boundless Mercy who can tell, For thou hast sav'd my Soul from Hell, And when I call'd on thee, Thy Goodness set me free: The Sons of Pride against me rise, Not setting thee before their Eyes; And with a wicked Strife, Seek to destroy my Life. 7 But thou didst thy Assistance bring, Of Truth thou everlasting Spring; Thy Patience and thy Love, LORD, thou shalt ne'er remove: Turn thee, O GOD, some Signal show, And let all those who hate me, know, That thou wilt Pow'r extend, Thy Servants to defend. Topics: Prayers When percecuted Scripture: Psalm 86 Languages: English Tune Title: [To my Complaint thine Ear incline]

To thee, my GOD and King

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXLV (1767) Tune Key: d minor Lyrics: 1 To thee, my GOD and King, Perpetual Praise I'll sing, Ev'ry Day I'll bless thy Name. High is thy Greatness rais'd, And worthy to be prais'd, And thy Glory's still the same. 2 Thy Greatness and thy Pow'r Shall future Times adore, Of thy Worship I will tell; above our Knowledge rais'd. Whilst Men their Songs prepare, Thy Wonders to declare, On thy Greatness I will dwell. 3 Thy Kindness shall be shown, Thy Righteousness be known, Songs of Praise shall reach the Skies. Thy Wrath does slowly move; But thy forgiving Love On the Wings of Mercy flies. 4 Thy Works in thee are bless'd, Thy Love's to all express'd, And thy Saints, with Zeal inspir'd, Thy Glory shall adore, And talk of thy great Pow'r, 'Till by all it is admir'd. 5 Thus shall thy Works be known, And thus thy Glory shown, For thy Splendor still shall last; Thy Throne from Changes free, Which doth no Period see, Shall remain forever fast. Part II 6 The LORD helps those that fall, On him his Creatures call, Daily Food he doth supply; Whate'er their Wants require, He give at their Desire, Nor doth any Good deny. 7 He's just in all his Ways, Whoe'er devoutly prays, Him shall find for ever night; When they his Aid implore, And humbly him adore, He will hearken to their Cry. 8 The LORD will sure protect Those who his Name respect, But the Wicked shall destroy; My Mouth shall speak his Praise, And let all Mankind raise One loud Song of gen'ral Joy. Topics: Songs of Praise to God his Majesty and Attributes; Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English Tune Title: [To thee, my God, and King]

To thee, my GOD and Saviour, I

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXXVIII (1767) Tune Key: d minor Lyrics: 1 To Thee, my GOD and Saviour, I By Day and Night address my Cry; To me incline thine Ear, And my Distresses hear; For Seas of Trouble me invade, My Soul draws nigh to Death's cold Shade. Like one whose Strength is fled, I'm number'd with the Dead. 2 Like those who shrowded in the Grave From thee no more Remembrance have, Rejected from thy Care, And plung'd in dark Despair. Thy Wrath has hard upon me lain, Afflicting me with restless Pain; Me all thy Waves have prest, Too weak to bear the least. 3 Remov'd from Friends, I sigh'd alone, In a loath'd Dungeon laid, where none Vouchsafes to visit me, Past Hopes of Liberty. My Eyes from weeping never cease, They waste, but still my Griefs increase, Yet LORD, to thee I've pray'd, And still invok'd thy Aid. 4 Wilt thou by Miracle revive The Dead, whom thou forsook'st alive? And them, thy Praise to sing, From their Confinement bring? Shall the mute Grave thy Love confess, A mould'ring Tomb thy Faithfulness? Thy Works renown obtain, Where Shades and Silence reign? 5 To thee, O LORD, I cry, forlorn, My Pray'r prevents the early Morn; Why hidest thou thy Face, And leav'st me in Disgrace? Prevailing Sorrows bear me down, Which from my Youth with me have grown, With constant Grief opress'd, Thy Terrors fill my Breast. 6 Thy Wrath hath burst upon my Head, My troubled Soul is fill'd with Dread, And Woes on ev'ry Side, Like Waves, are multiply'd. My Lovers, Friends, Familiars, all Remove from Sight and out of Call, Daily I make my Moan, Neglected and alone. Topics: Prayers When sorely afflicted Scripture: Psalm 88 Languages: English Tune Title: [To thee, my God and Saviour, I]

To thee, O GOD, we render Praise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXV (1767) Tune Key: a minor Lyrics: 1 To thee, O GOD, we render Praise From Sion, thy blest Seat; Our promis'd Altars there we'll raise, And all our Vows compleat. O thou, who to my humble Pray'r, Didst bend thy list'ning Ear; To thee shall all Mankind repair, And at thy Throne appear. 2 Our Sins, tho' numberless, in vain To stop thy Mercy try, Whilst thou forgiv'st the guilty Stain, And washest out the Dye. Blest is the Man, who, near thee plac'd, Within thy Dwelling lives! Whilst we at humble Distance taste, The Joy thy Temple gives. 3 By wond'rous Acts, O GOD most just, Have we thy Answer found: In the remotest Nations trust, And those whom Seas surround. GOD by His Strength sets fast the Hills, And does his Pow'r engage, With which the stormy Waves he stills, And quells the Peope's Rage. Part II 4 Thou, LORD, dost barb'rous Lands dismay, When they thy Tokens view; With Joy they see the Night and Day, Each others Track pursue. From out thy unexhausted Store, Thy Rain refresh the Ground; Makes Lands, that barren were before, With Corn and Fruits abound. 5 On rising Ridges down it pours, And ev'ry Valley fills; And in the soft prolific Show'rs, A bless'd Increase distills. Thy Goodness does the circling Year, With smiling Plenty crown; And where thy glorious Paths appear, Thy Clouds drop Fatness down. 6 They drop on barren Forests, chang'd By them to Pastures green; The Hills in beauteous Order rang'd, In Robes of Joy are seen, Large Flocks the chearful Downs adorn, The teeming Vallies bring A plenteous Crop of full-ear'd Corn, And seem to laugh and sing. Topics: Description of Happiness of Man; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Sacrifice; Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence; Thanksgivings For diverse Mercies shown to the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English Tune Title: [To thee, O God, we render Praise]

To thee, O LORD, my Cries ascend

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXLI (1767) Tune Key: g minor Lyrics: 1 To thee, O LORD, my Cries ascend; Oh, hasten thou to my Relief, And with accustom'd Pity hear The mournful Accents of my Grief; And when I lift my Voice to thee, Do thou vouchsafe to comfort me. 2 Instead of Off'rings, let my Pray'r To Heav'n, like Morning-Incense rise; And let my lifted Hands supply The Place of Ev'ning Sacrifice. Let Prudence be my constant Guard, My Lips with wary Silence barr'd. 3 From wicked Men's Designs and Deeds, Do thou my Heart and Hands restrain; Nor let me in the Booty share Of their most base unrighteous Gain; Lest I, like them, should go astray, And leave thy pure and perfect Way. 4 Let upright Men reprove my Faults, And I shall still believe them kind; Like Balm that heals a wounded Head, Their Admonitions I shall find; When they're reduc'd to like Distress, My Pray'r for them I will address. 5 When skulking in Engedi's Rock, I to their haughty Chiefs appeal; If one reproachful Word I spoke, Although I had Pow'r to kill; And yet our scatter'd Ruins lie, Like Chips that from the Axes fly. 6 But gracious LORD, to thee I will Direct my supplicating Eyes; O! leave not destitute my Soul, Whose Trust on thee alone relies. Let them in Snares entrapped be, Which their own Hands design'd for me. Topics: Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English Tune Title: [To thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend]

Vengeance belongs to thee, O GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XCIV (1767) Tune Key: a minor Lyrics: 1 Vengeance belongs to thee, O GOD, Thy Justice now disclose; Arise, thou Judge of all the Earth, And crush thy haughty Foes: How long, O LORD, shall sinful Men, Their solemn Triumphs make? How long their wicked Actions boast, And insolently speak? 2 Not only they thy Saints oppress, But unprovok'd, they spill The Widow's and the Stranger's Blood, And helpless Orphans kill: "And yet the LORD shall ne'er perceive, (Profanely thus they speak) "Nor any Notice of our Deeds, "The God of Jacob take." 8 At length, ye stupid Fools, your Wants Endeavour to discern; In Folly will you still proceed, And Wisdom never learn? Can he be deaf who form'd the Ear, Or blind who fram'd the Eye? Shall Earth's great Judge not punish those, Who his known Will defy? 4 He fathoms all the Thoughts of Men, To him their Hearts lie bare; His Eyes survey them all, and see How vain their Counsels are. Part II 5 Blest is the Man whom thou, O LORD, In Kindness dost chastise; And by thy sacred Rules to walk, Most lovingly advise: This Man shall Rest and Safety find. In Seasons of Distress; Whilst GOD prepares a Pit for those, That stubbornly transgress. 6 For GOD will never from his Saints His Favour wholly take; His own Possession and his Lot, He will not quite forsake: The World shall then confess thee just, On all that thou hast done; And those that choose thy upright Ways, Shall in those Paths go on. 7 Who will appear in my Behalf, When wicked Men invade? Or who, when Sinners would oppress, My righteous Cause shall plead? Long since had I in Silence slept, But that the LORD was near, To stay me when I slipt, when sad, My troubled Heart to chear. 8 Wilt thou, who art a GOD most just, Their sinful Throne sustain, Who make the Law a fair Pretence Their wicked Ends to gain? Against the Lives of righteous Men, They form their close Design; And Blood of Innocence to spill, In solemn League combine. 9 But my Defence is firmly plac'd In GOD the LORD most high: He is my Rock, to which I may For Refuge always fly: The LORD shall cause their ill Designs, On their own Heads to fall: He in their Sins shall cut them off, Our GOD shall slay them all. Topics: Description of Unjust Judges; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 94 Languages: English Tune Title: [Vengeance belongs to thee, O God]

When I pour out my Soul in Pray'r

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CII (1767) Tune Key: d minor Lyrics: 1 When I pour out my Soul in Pray'r, Do thou, O LORD, incline thine Ear; And let my sad Cry ascend, To thee, my only Friend: Hide not thy Face from my Distress, Do thy my Sorrows soon redress; And when I call on thee, Vouchsafe to comfort me. 2 My Days like scatter'd Smoke expire, My Bones consume in constant Fire, My Heart is parch'd with Heat, And I forget to eat: By Reason of repeated Groans, My Flesh will scarce cleave to my Bones; Like mournful Owls, am I, That through the Desarts cry. 3 I watch, and like a Sparrow mourn, That on the House-top sits forlorn; My Foes revile all Day, And Snares in secret lay. Ashes I've eat, oppress'd with Fears, My Drink is mix'd with briny Tears; Because thy Wrath doth lie, On me, once seated high. 4 My Days are like an Ev'ning Shade, And like a drooping Flow'r I fade; But LORD, thy glorious Name, For ever is the same: Thou shalt disperse thy Sion's Gloom, For now her Days of Mercy's come; Because it grieves the Just. To see her laid in Dust. 5 The Heathen Kings his Name shall fera, When Sion shall restor'd appear; When him the Poor address, And he their Pray'r shall bless: This shall be written on Record That those to come may praise the LORD; That future Nations may, His mignty Acts display. 6 For from his holy Dwelling Place, The LORD survey'd the human Race, That he might hear the Cry, Of Wretches doom'd to die. His mighty Arm did interpose, To release them from all their Foes, And set the Mourners free, From long Captivity. 7 That thro' glad Sion they might sing, His Praise, who did Deliv'rance bring; And at Jerusalem Adore his gracious Name. When all the Tribes assembling there, And Kingdoms joining in the Pray'r, To him their Vows address, And GOD their LORD confess. 8 But at his Wrath my Life decays, His Hand cuts short my hopeful Days; And allmy Strength is gone, E'er yet my Race is run; LORD, end not thus my Years, said I, When scarcely half have passed by; But thou from Change secure, Shalt evermore endure. 9 The Earth's Foundations thou hast laid, Thy Hands the lofty Heav'ns have made; And they shall pass away, But thou shalt ne'er decay: They all shall like a Garment fail, And Time shall over them prevail; But thou shalt never waste, Thy Years for ever last. 10 The Children of thy Saints shall stand, Supported by thy pow'rful hand; And in they Sight remain, Whilst thou dost them sustain. Topics: Prayers Of the Church for her Deliverance in Persecution Scripture: Psalm 102 Languages: English Tune Title: [When I pour out my Soul in Pray'r]