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Psalm 7

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.14 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished First Line: My trust is in my heav'nly Friend Lyrics: My trust is in my heav'nly Friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliverer's near. If I had e'er provoked them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust, And lay mine honor low. If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment, and command Deliverance for my soul. [Let sinners, and their wicked rage, Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. For me their malice digged a pit, But there themselves are cast; My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.] That cruel, persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English
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Speak, O ye Judges of the Earth

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LVIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Lyrics: 1 Speak, O ye Judges of the Earth, If just and right your Sentence be; Or must not Innocence at last, Appeal to Heav'n from your Decree? Your wicked Hearts and Judgements are, By Malice most unjustly sway'd; Your griping Hands, by weighty Bribes, Are still to Violence betray'd. 2 To Virtue Strangers from the Womb, Their Infant Steps went always wrong; Thy prattled Slander, and in Lies Employ'd at first their infant Tongue. No Serpent, of parch'd Afric's Breed, Did ever ranker Poison bear; The drowsy Adder will as soon, Unlock to Truth his sullen Ear. 3 Unmov'd by good Advice, and deaf As stupid Adders they remain, From whom the skillful Charmer's Voice, Can by no Means Attention gain. Defeat, O GOD, their threat'ning Rage, And timely break their growing Pow'r: Do thou disarm these Lions' Jaws, Before they're practis'd to devour. 4 Let now their Insolence, at Height, Like ebbing Tides, be quickly spent; Their shiver'd Darts deceive their Aim, When they their warlike Bows have bent. Like Snails, let them dissolve to Slime, Let them like hasty Births become; Unworthy to behold the Sun, Let them be dead within the Womb. 5 E'er Thorns can make the Flesh-pot boil, Tempestuous Wrath shall quickly come From GOD, and snatch them hence alive, To their eternal dismal Doom. The Righteous shall rejoice to see, Their daring Crimes such Vengeance meet, And Saints in Persecutors' Blood Shall safely dip their harmless Feet. 6 Transgressors then with Grief shall see, The Righteous due Rewards obtain, And own a GOD, whose Justice will, Or soon, or late the Earth arraign. Scripture: Psalm 58 Languages: English Tune Title: [Speak, O ye Judges of the Earth]
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My Trust is in my heav'nly Friend

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P7 (1766) Topics: Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished Lyrics: 1 My Trust is in my heav'nly Friend, My Hope in Thee, my GOD; Rise, and my helpless Life defend From those that seek my Blood. 2 With Insolence and Fury they My Soul in Pieces tear, As hungry Lions rend the Prey, When no Deliverer's near. 3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my Foe, Then let him tread my Life to Dust, And lay mine Honour low. 4 If there be Malice found in me, I know thy piercing Eyes; I should not dare appeal to Thee, Nor ask my GOD to rise. 5 Arise, my GOD, lift up thy Hand, Their Pride and Pow'r controul; Awake to Judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my Soul. Pause. 6 [Let Sinners, and their wicked Rage Be humbled to the Dust; Shall not the GOD of Truth engage To vindicate the Just? 7 He knows the Heart, he tries the Reigns, He will defend th' Upright: His sharpest Arrows he ordains Against the Sons of Spite. 8 For me their Malice digg'd a Pit, But there themselves are cast; My GOD makes all their Mischiefs light On their own Heads at last.] 9 That cruel persecuting Race Must feel his dreadful Sword: Awake my Soul, and praise the Grace And Justice of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English
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Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #9 (1786) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English
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Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #9 (1790) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade Ther's no releaf in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English
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A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #10 (1786) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:8 Languages: English
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A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #10 (1790) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 Languages: English
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Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #12 (1786) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English
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Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #12 (1787) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English
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A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #13 (1786) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:8 Languages: English

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