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God my Creator and Benefactor

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #48 (1760) First Line: My maker, and my king Lyrics: I. My maker, and my King, To thee my all I owe; Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring, From whence my blessings flow, II. Thou ever good, and kind, A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind, My heart to grateful love. III. The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live: My God, thy benefits demand More praise than tongue can give. IV. Oh! what can I impart, When all is thine before? Thy love demands a thankful heart: The gift, alas, how poor! V. Shall I withhold thy due? And shall my passions rove? Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill me with thy love. VI. O let thy grace inspire My soul with strength divine; Let all my pow'rs to thee aspire, And all my days be thine. Languages: English

Praise to God for the Blessings of Providence and Grace

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #50 (1760) First Line: Almighty Father, gracious Lord Lyrics: I. Almighty Father, gracious Lord, Kind guardian of my days, Thy mercies, let my heart record In songs of grateful praise. II. In life's first dawn, my tender frame Was thy indulgent care, Long e're I could pronounce thy name, Or breathe the infant pray'r. III. When reason with my stature grew, How weak her brightest ray! How little of my God I knew! How apt from thee to stray! IV. Around my path what dangers rose! What snares spread all the road! No pow'r could guard me from my foes But my preserver, God. V. When life hung trembling on a breath, 'Twas thy almighty love That sav'd me from impending death, And bad[e] my fears remove. VI. How many blessings round me shone, Where'er I turn'd my eye! How many past almost unknown, Or unregarded, by. VII. Each rolling year new favours brought From thy exhaustless store: But ah! in vain my lab'ring thought Would count thy mercies o'er. VIII. While sweet reflection, thro' my days Thy bounteous hand would trace; Still dearer blessings claim my praise, The blessings of thy grace. IX. Yes, I adore thee, gracious Lord, For favours more divine; That I have known thy sacred word, Where all thy glories shine. X. 'Tis here, I view with pleasing pain, How Jesus left the sky, (Almighty love! surprising scene!) For man, lost man, to die. XI. When blest with some transporting view, That Jesus died for me, For this sweet hope what praise is due, O God of grace, to thee! XII. And may I hope that Christ is mine? That source of ev'ry bliss, That noblest gift of love divine— What wondrous grace is this! XIII. My highest praise, alas, how poor! How cold my warmest love! Dear Saviour, teach me to adore As angels do above. XIV. But frail mortality in vain Attempts the blissful song; The high, the vast, the boundless strain, Claims an immortal tongue. XV. Lord, when this mortal frame decays, And ev'ry weakness dies, Compleat the wonders of thy grace, And raise me to the skies. XVI. Then shall my joyful pow'rs unite, In more exalted lays, And join the happy sons of light, In everlasting praise. Languages: English

Christ the Way to Heaven

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #53 (1760) First Line: Jesus, the spring of joys divine Lyrics: I. Jesus, the spring of joys divine, Whence all my hopes and comforts flow; Jesus, no other name but thine, Can save me from eternal woe. II. In vain would boasting reason find The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewilder'd in a dubious road. III. No other name will heav'n approve; Thou art the true, the living way, (Ordain'd by everlasting love,) To the bright realms of endless day. IV. Here let my constant feet abide, Nor from the heav'nly path depart; O let thy Spirit, gracious guide, Direct my steps, and cheer my heart. V. Safe lead me thro' this world of night, And bring me to the blissful plains, The regions of unclouded light, Where perfect joy forever reigns. Languages: English

Life and Safety in Christ Alone

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #54 (1760) First Line: Thou only sov'reign of my heart Lyrics: I. Thou only sov'reign of my heart, My refuge, my almighty friend,— And can my soul from thee depart, On whom alone my hopes depend? II. Whither, ah! whither shall I go, A wretched wand'rer from my Lord? Can this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? III. Eternal life thy words impart, On these my fainting spirit lives; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart, Than all the round of nature gives. IV. Let earth's alluring joys combine, While thou art near, in vain they call; One smile, one blissful smile of thine, My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. V. Thy name my inmost pow'rs adore, Thou art my life, my joy, my care: Depart from thee—'tis death—'tis more, 'Tis endless ruin, deep despair. VI. Low at thy feet my soul would lie, Here safety dwells, and peace divine; Still let me live beneath thine eye, For life, eternal life is Thine. Scripture: John 6:68 Languages: English

An Evening Reflection

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #56 (1760) First Line: Another day is past Lyrics: I. Another day is past, The hours for ever fled, And time is bearing me in haste, To mingle with the dead. II. Perhaps my closing eyes No more may hail the light, Seal'd up, before the morning rise, In everlasting night. III. But I've a part to live, A never dying ray, The soul, immortal, will survive The ruins of her clay. IV. This mortal frame must lie Unconscious in the tomb, But oh! where will my spirit fly, And what will be her doom? V. On the tremendous brink Of vast eternity, Where souls with strange amazement shrink, What will my prospect be? VI. When the dark gulph below, With death and horror fraught, Reveals its scenes of endless woe— Oh dreadful, dreadful thought! VII. But lo! yon shining skies Beam down a chearful ray, And bid my drooping hopes arise To glorious realms of day. VIII. 'Tis there my Saviour lives, My Lord, my life, my light; His blissful name my soul revives— Adieu to death and night. IX. He conquer'd death and hell, And victorious love Shall bear his ransom'd friends, to dwell In his bright courts above. X. Jesus! and art thou mine? O let thy heav'nly voice Confirm my hope with pow'r divine, And bid my soul rejoice. XI. Then shall my closing eyes, Contended, sink to rest; For if to night this body lies, My spirit shall be blest. Languages: English

The Excellency of the Holy Scriptures

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #58 (1760) First Line: Father of mercies, in thy word Lyrics: I. Father of mercies, in Thy Word What endless glory shines? Forever be thy name ador'd For these celestial lines. II. Here, mines of heav'nly wealth disclose Their bright, unbounded store: The glitt'ring gem no longer glows, And India boasts no more. III. Here, may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find: Riches, above what earth can grant And lasting as the mind. IV. Here, the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast; Sublimer sweets than nature knows, Invite the longing taste. V. Here may the blind and hungry come, And light, and food receive; Here, shall the meanest guest have room, And taste, and see, and live. VI. Amidst these gloomy wilds below, When dark and sad we stray; Here, beams of heav'n relieve our woe, And guide to endless day. VII. Here, springs of consolation rise, To cheer the fainting mind; And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find. VIII. When guilt and terror, pain and grief, United rend the heart, Here, sinners meet divine relief, And cool the raging smart. IX. Here, the Redeemer’s welcome voice, Spreads heav'nly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. X. But when his painful suff'rings rise, (Delightful, dreadful scene!) Angels may read with wond'ring eyes, That Jesus died for men. XI. O may these heav'nly pages be My ever-dear delight, And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light. XII. Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou forever near, Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. Languages: English

The Influences of the Spirit of God in the heart

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #61 (1760) First Line: Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest Lyrics: I. Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest In such a wretched heart as mine? Unworthy dwelling! glorious guest! Favour astonishing, divine! II. When sin prevails, and gloomy fear, And hope almost expires in night, Lord, can thy Spirit then be here, Great spring of comfort, life, and light? III. Sure the blest comforter is nigh, 'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hopes forever die, And ev'ry cheering ray depart. IV. When some kind promise glads my soul, Do I not find his healing voice The tempest of my fears controul, And bid my drooping pow'rs rejoice? V. Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires, Can it be less than pow'r divine, Which animates these strong desires? VI. What less than thy almighty word, Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure, and my trust? VII. And when my chearful hope can say I love my God, and taste his grace, Lord, is it not thy blissful ray, Which brings this dawn of sacred peace? VIII. Let thy kind Spirit in my heart Forever dwell, O God of love, And light and heav'nly peace impart, Sweet earnest of the joys above. Scripture: John 14:16-17 Languages: English

Christ the Physician of Souls

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #63 (1760) First Line: Deep are the wounds which sin has made Lyrics: I. Deep are the wounds which sin hath made; Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas, is nature's aid, The work exceeds all nature's pow'r. II. Sin like a raging fever reigns, With fatal strength in every part; The dire contagion fills the veins, And spreads its poison to the heart. III. And can no sov'reign balm be found, And is no kind physician nigh, To ease the pain, and heal the wound, Ere life and hope forever fly? IV. There is a great physician near, Look up. O fainting soul, and live; See, in his heav'nly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give! V. See, in the Saviour's dying blood Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear, sacred flood Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe. VI. Sin throws in vain its pointed dart, For here a sov'reign cure is found; A cordial for a fainting heart, A balm for ev'ry painful wound. Scripture: Jeremiah 8:22 Languages: English

The Intercession of Christ

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #64 (1760) First Line: He lives, the great Redeemer lives Lyrics: I. He lives, the great redeemer lives, (What joy the blest assurance gives!) And now before his Father God, Pleads the full merits of his blood. II. Repeated crimes awake our fears, And justice arm'd with frowns appears; But in the Saviour's lovely face Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. III. Hence then, ye black despairing thoughts; Above our fears, above our faults, His powerful intercessions rise, And guilt recedes, and terror dies. IV. In ev'ry dark distressful hour, When sin and Satan join their pow'r; Let this dear hope repel the dart, That Jesus bears us on his heart. V. Great advocate, almighty friend— On him our humble hopes depend; Our cause can never, never fail, For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. Scripture: Hebrews 7:25 Languages: English

The Condescension of God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #65 (1760) First Line: Eternal pow'r, almighty God Lyrics: I. Eternal pow'r, almighty God, Who can approach thy throne? Accessless light is thy abode, To angel-eyes unknown. II. Before the radiance of thine eye The heav'ns no longer shine, And all the glories of the sky Are but the shade of thine. III. Great God, and wilt thou condescend To cast a look below, To this vile world thy notice bend, These seats of sin and woe? IV. But oh! to shew thy smiling face, To bring thy glories near— Amazing and transporting grace To dwell with mortals here! V. How strange! how awful is thy love! With trembling we adore: Not all th' exalted minds above Its wonders can explore. VI. While golden harps, and angel tongues Resound immortal lays, Great God, permit our humble songs To rise and mean thy praise. Scripture: 1 Kings 8:27 Languages: English