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Psalm LXXXVIII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #190 (1760) First Line: O Lord, my life, my Saviour God Lyrics: I. O Lord, my life, my Saviour God, Hear, while I spread my woes abroad; While day and night my mournful cries Before thy throne incessant rise. II. Let thy indulgent pitying ear Incline to my distressful pray'r; With sorrow my full heart o'erflows, And o'er me soon the grave will close. III. My strength is lost, my life resign'd, Among the dead my place assign'd; Cut off from life, from hope and thee, Scarce are the slain more lost than me. IV. Low in the grave my hopes are laid, And darkness spreads its deepest shade; Thy dreadful wrath afflicts my soul, Like whelming waves thy terrors roll. V. Far from these wretched eyes remov'd, Are all the friends whom once I lov'd; They fly my sorrows, while I moan, Confin'd, unpity'd, and alone. VI. In vain to ease my hopeless woe, The streaming tears incessant flow; To thee, O Lord, I breathe my cries, And stretch my hands and lift my eyes. VII. Wilt thou from dust thy wonders raise? And shall the dead awake to praise? Thy kindness shall the grave record? Or life destroy'd adore thy word? VIII. Where ne'er one chearing ray of light Breaks thro' the deep, the solid night, Shall thy almighty pow'r be known? Thy truth, shall dark oblivion own? IX. Yet still to thee my cries ascend; My earnest cries, O Lord, attend; My nightly groans, my mourning pray'r, Shall seek thee still with restless care. X. Why, Lord, wilt thou reject my soul? Thy smile can all my cares controul; Why wilt thou hide thy blissful face, While I in vain implore thy grace? XI. Afflicted long have I complain'd, And long a dying life sustain'd; Expressless pain thy frowns impart, Distracting horrors wound my heart. XII. Thy fierce displeasure who can bear? 'Tis death array'd in black despair; Like swelling floods thy terrors rise, O'erwhelm my heart, and comfort dies. XIII. My dearest friends who shar'd my heart, Far from those mournful scenes depart; While o'er my solitary head Dark shades and dismal silence spread. Scripture: Psalm 88 Languages: English

Psalm XC

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #193 (1760) First Line: Lord, thou hast been thy children's God Lyrics: I. Lord, thou hast been thy children's God, All-pow'rful, wise, and good, and just, In ev'ry age their safe abode, Their hope, their refuge, and their trust. II. Before thy word gave nature birth, Or spread the starry heav'ns abroad, Or form'd the varied face of earth, From everlasting thou art God. III. Destruction waits thy awful word, While mortal hope expiring mourns; Obedient nature owns her Lord, And dying man to dust returns. IV. Great Father of eternity, How short are ages in thy sight! A thousand years, how swift they fly, Like one short, silent watch of night! V. Thy anger, like a swelling flood, Comes o'er the world with dreadful sway; The tempest speaks th'offended God, And sweeps the guilty race away. VI. Uncertain life, how soon it flies! Dream of an hour, how short our bloom! Like spring's gay verdure now we rise, Cut down e're night to fill the tomb. VII. Consum'd by thy vindictive frown, Our blessings and our lives decay; Our spirits sink despairing down, And ev'ry comfort dies away. VIII. Full in thy view our crimes appear, Thy eye beholds each secret fault, And marks, in holiness severe, The sins of ev'ry inmost thought. IX. Our days, alas, how short their bound! Tho' slow and sad they seem to run, Revolving years roll swiftly round, A mournful tale, but quickly done. X. Perhaps to threescore years and ten Protracted; or if longer still, Ah, what can more, but lengthen'd pain, The last sad tedious period fill? XI. What mournful thought can comprehend The awful glories of thy throne? Not all the terrors fear can lend, Can make thy dreadful vengeance known. XII. Teach us to count our short'ning days, And with true diligence apply Our hearts to wisdom's sacred ways, That we may learn to live and die. XIII. O may thy favour, Lord, return, Nor thy bright presence long delay; Nor let thy servants vainly mourn, And weep their wretched lives away. XIV. Soon let thy mercy chear our hearts, And tune our grateful songs of praise; And let the joy thy smile imparts, Enliven all our future days. XV. O make our sacred pleasures rise, In sweet proportion to our pains, 'Till ev'n the sad remembrance dies, Nor one uneasy thought complains. XVI. Let thy almighty work appear, With pow'r and evidence divine; And may the bliss thy servants share, Continued to their children shine. XVII. Thy glorious image fair imprest, Let all our hearts and lives declare; Beneath thy kind protection blest, May all our labours own thy care. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Psalm XCIII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #197 (1760) First Line: The Lord, the God of glory, reigns Lyrics: I. The Lord, the God of glory, reigns, In robes of majesty array'd; His rule omnipotence sustains, And guides the worlds his hands have made. II. E'er the rolling worlds began to move, Or e'er the heav'ns were stretched abroad, Thy awful throne was fix'd above; From everlasting thou art God. III. The swelling floods tumultuous rise, Aloud the angry tempests roar, Lift their proud billows to the skies, And foam and lash the trembling shore. IV. The Lord, the mighty God, on high, Controuls the fiercely raging seas; He speaks! and noise and tempest fly, The waves sink down in gentle peace. V. Thy sov'reign laws are ever sure, Eternal holiness is thine; And, Lord, thy people should be pure, And in thy blest resemblance shine. Scripture: Psalm 93 Languages: English

Psalm CII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #200 (1760) First Line: Lord, hear thy servant's humble pray'r Lyrics: I. Lord, hear thy servant's humble pray'r, And let my mournful cry Ascend, and reach thy gracious ear, And move thy pitying eye. II. O do not hide thy blissful face, When fears and sorrows rise; But hear, and let thy sov'reign grace Return with quick supplies. III. My days like smoke consume away, And this poor dying frame Sinks down to ruin and decay, Scorch'd with affliction's shame. IV. My spirit fails, my hopes decline, Like with'ring grass they fade; And while beneath thy stroke I pine, How tasteless is my bread! V. My strength, with oft-repeated groans, Is wasting fast away, And leaves this skin, these feeble bones, To wrinkles and decay. VI. Like a poor solitary fowl Which in the desert roves, Or like the melancholy owl That nightly haunts the groves; VII. I spend the watchful night alone, Slow moves the tiresome shade, While like the plaintive bird, I moan, All desolate and sad. VIII. While all the day my cruel foes In sharp reproaches join, And more to aggravate my woes, Against my life combine. IX. My taste no food with comfort chears, 'Tis ashes mix'd with woe; And mingling with my drink, my tears In briny torrents flow. X. What comfort e'er can chear my taste, Beneath thy angry frown? Rais'd by thy smile, I once was blest, But thou hast cast me down. XI. I sink with hope's departing ray, And life expiring fails; So the faint shadow dies away, When gloomy night prevails. XII. But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure, Thy truth shall ne'er decay; Thy love unalterably sure, While ages roll away. XIII. In Sion's cause thou wilt arise, Thy mercy dawns around; The time is come, her sorrow flies, And all her hopes are crown'd. XIV. That Sion, which thy servants love, Each heart her mem'ry wears; Their passions o'er her ruins move, In sadly pleasing tears. XV. So shall the heathen nations fear The Lord's exalted name; Earth's haughty monarchs low revere Thy majesty supreme. XVI. When Sion's God, with pow'r array'd, Shall build her frame anew, Then shall his glory be display'd To our admiring view. XVII. O let the humble destitute Ne'er sink in sad despair; The Lord will hear their mournful suit, And answer all their pray'r. XVII. His truth, his mercy, and his pow'r Shall fill the blest record; And future ages shall adore, And love and praise the Lord. XIX. From heav'n, his high eternal throne, (O condescending grace!) Th'almighty looks with pity down On earth's low worthless race. XX. He sees the groaning prisoner's pain, And brings a kind reprieve; His hand shall loose the fatal chain, And bid the victim live: XXI. Live to declare his glorious name, And spread his praise abroad, And in his sacred courts proclaim The mercy of his God. XXII. Assembled there his saints attend, And songs of praise repeat; And there united nations bend, And worship at his feet. XXIII. In life's mid-way my strength declin'd, But 'twas my father's hand; My short'ning days flew as wind, At his supreme command. XXIV. I said, to thee my God I pray. whose years for ever last; O take me not so soon away, E'er half my days are past. XXV. Earth's old foundations thou hast laid; The heav'ns, (a glorious frame!) By thy almighty hand were spread, And speak their Maker's name. XXVI. Their shining wonders all shall fade; By thy controuling pow'r, Chang'd like a vesture quite decay'd; But thou shalt still endure. XXVII. Thy bright perfections, all divine, Eternal as thy days, Thro' everlasting ages shine, With undiminish'd rays. XXVIII. Thy servant's children, still thy care, Shall own their fathers God; To latest times thy favour share, And spread thy praise abroad. Scripture: Psalm 102 Languages: English

Psalm CIII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #206 (1760) First Line: Awake my soul, awake my tongue Lyrics: I. Awake my soul, awake my tongue, My God demands the grateful song; Let all my inmost pow'rs record The wond'rous mercy of the Lord. II. Divinely free, his mercy flows, Forgives my crimes, allays my woes, And bids approaching death remove, And crowns me with indulgent love. III. He fills my longing soul with good, Substantial bliss! immortal food! Youth smiles renew'd in active prime, And triumphs o'er the pow'r of time. IV. In him the poor opprest shall find A friend almighty, just and kind; His glorious acts, his wond'rous ways, By Moses taught, proclaim his praise. V. How free his plenteous mercies flow! But his reluctant wrath how flow! He chides, but soon his smile returns, Nor long his dreadful anger burns. VI. How far beyond our vile deserts, Is ev'ry gift, his hand imparts! High as the bright expanded skies, His vast unbounded mercies rise. VII. As distant as creating pow'r Has fix'd the east and western shore; So far our num'rous crimes remove, At the sweet voice of pard'ning love. VIII. The tend'rest yearning nature knows, A father's love too faintly shows The ever-kind, indulgent care Which God's own happy children share. IX. He knows our frame, surveys our birth, Compos'd of dust, frail sons of earth; Man like a fair, but short-liv'd flow'r, Springs up and blooms one smiling hour. X. But if a noxious blast arise, Sudden its transient glory flies; Those charms which made the scene so gay, Steal from the sight and die away. XI. But mercy with unchanging rays Forever shines, while time decays; And children's children shall record The truth and goodness of the Lord. XII. To those, who with delightful awe, Love and obey his sacred law, Whose hearts with warm devotion glow, Whose lives their grateful duty show. XIII. The Lord is king, his hand alone Has fix'd in heav'n his radiant throne; He sends his sov'reign laws abroad, And heav'n and earth confess the God. XIV. Immortal form'd by pow'r divine, Attending angels round him shine, Observant wait his sacred will, And his commands with joy fulfil. XV. Ye heav'nly hosts, adore the Lord, Who form'd you to obey his word; Let everlasting praises rise Thro' the bright armies of the skies. XVI. While all his works his praise proclaim, And men and angels bless his name; O Let my heart, my life, my tongue, Attend and join the blissful song. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English

Psalm CXVI

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #222 (1760) First Line: I love the Lord, his gracious ear Lyrics: I. I love the Lord, his gracious ear Inclin'd to my distressful pray'r; He heard my supplicating voice, And bade my fainting heart rejoice. II. For this, when future sorrows rise, To him I'll breathe my humble cries; For this, thro' all my future days, Adore his name and sing his praise. III. Death spread around his fatal chains, To drag me to infernal pains; I felt the agonizing dart, And horror siez'd my trembling heart. IV. 'Twas then, in my extreme distress, I call'd upon the God of grace, Whose pow'r can death and hell controul; Lord, I beseech thee, save my soul. V. For ever gracious is the Lord, For ever faithful to his word; By sweet experience now I prove His mercy, his unchanging love. VI. The Lord preserves, with tender care, The weak, the humble, and sincere; Low in the dust my hopes were laid, But God appear'd with timely aid. VII. Return my soul, and sweetly rest On thy almighty Father's breast; The bounties of his grace adore, And count his wond'rous mercies o'er. VIII. Thy mercy, Lord, preserv'd my breath, And snatch'd my fainting soul from death, Remov'd my sorrows, dry'd my tears. And sav'd me from surrounding snares. IX. Now I will walk before the Lord, A living witness to his word; With faith and pray'r I sought his face, My griefs were great, and great his grace. X. No meaner help, no mortal art, Could ease the anguish of my heart; My hasty tongue, in rash replies, Pronounc'd the words of men but lies. XI. What shall I render to the Lord? Or how his wond'rous grace record? To him my grateful voice I'll raise, And pour libations to his praise. XII. His crouded courts shall see me pay The vows of my distressful day; In life and death the saints shall find Their guardian God for ever kind. XIII. Thy servant, Lord, is wholly thine, By nature's ties, and bonds divine; From deep distress and sorrow free, Anew I give myself to thee. XIV. To thee, with sacrifice of praise, My invocations I will raise; To thee my vows shall warm ascend, While crowds the solemn rites attend. XV. O Salem, in thy sacred courts, Where glory dwells and joy resorts, To notes divine I'll tune the song, And praise shall flow from ev'ry tongue. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English

Psalm CXXX

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #225 (1760) First Line: From the dark borders of despair Lyrics: I. From the dark borders of despair To thee, my God, I cry; O wilt thou pitying hear my pray'r, And ev'ry plaintive sigh. II. Lord, who shall stand before thy face, If thou shouldn't mark our faults With eye severe? What hope of grace Could chear my mournful thoughts? III. But sov'reign mercy dwells with thee, Hope dawns amid my fears; Divine forgiveness, large and free, Shall stay my flowing tears. IV. On God alone my soul would wait, His sacred word my stay; His sacred word can light create, And turn my night to day. V. As those who wait with longing eyes To see the chearful morn, So shall my ardent wishes rise, 'Till thou, my God, return. VI. Let fainting Israel on the Lord With chearful hope recline, For pow'r and mercy in his word With boundless glory shine. VII. Unnumber'd thro' their sins appear, And fill their hearts with pain, His saving love dispels their fear, And cleanses ev'ry stain. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Psalm CXXXIII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #227 (1760) First Line: How pleasing is the scene, how sweet Lyrics: I. How pleasing is the scene, how sweet! When kindred souls in friendship join; Whose joys and cares united meet, In bands of amity divine. II. Less fragrant was the ointment pour'd On Aaron's consecrated head, When balmy sweets profusely shower'd, Down to his sacred vesture spread. III. Not flow'ry Hermon e'er display'd, (Impearl'd with dew,) a fairer sight; Nor Sion's beauteous hills, array'd In golden beams of morning light. IV. 'Tis here the Lord indulgent sheds His kindest gifts, a heav'nly store; With life immortal crowns their heads, When earth's frail comforts please no more. Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English

Psalm CXXXVII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #228 (1760) First Line: Where Babel's rivers winding stray Lyrics: I. Where Babel's rivers winding stray A silent, cool retreat we chose; There lost in thoughtful sadness lay, And pond'ring o'er our mighty woes. II. Our mighty woes increasing rise, Revolving Sion's hapless fate; And louder griefs, and streaming eyes, Deplore her wretched, ruin'd state. III. No more could music sooth our cares; Our harps neglected, and unstrung, (Vanish'd their once delightful airs,) All silent, on the willows hung. IV. Our barb'rous masters mock'd our pains, While with insulting haughty tongues, They bade us tune the charming strains, And give them one of Sion's songs. V. Ah, no; shall Sion's sacred airs, Inspir'd by heav'n, be thus prophan'd? Be sung to please such ears as theirs, Whose impious arms destroy'd our land? VI. Far from our dear-lov'd native soil, Shall we resume the pleasing lay? Can rugged bondage wear a smile, Or ever-wasting grief be gay? VII. If I forget thy ruin'd state, Jerusalem, my heart's desire; Then let my useless hand forget Her skill to strike the sounding lyre. VIII. If I indulge a mirthful song, Or thy dear name my mem'ry leave; All silent, let my faithless tongue Fast to my mouth forever cleave. IX. Jerusalem, lamented name! Shall still my mournful voice employ; And I the sadly pleasing theme Prefer to ev'ry thought of joy. X. Remember, Lord, proud Edom's sons, Who cruel, urg'd the conqu'ring foe, To raze her beauteous tow'rs at once, And lay her lofty structures low. XI. Such rain, Babel, thou shalt share, And sure reward awaits thy guilt; Then shall thy heart untaught to spare, Repay the blood thy hand has spilt. XII. Happy the man who then shall rise, (While heav'n the righteous vengeance owns,) And dash with unrelenting eyes, Thy bleeding babes against the stones. Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English

Psalm CXXXVIII

Hymnal: PSCD_v2 #230 (1760) First Line: To thee, my God, my heart shall bring Lyrics: I. To thee, my God, my heart shall bring The lively grateful song; Attending kings shall hear me sing, With rapture on my tongue. II. Before thy throne with prostrate joy, I will adore thy name; Thy praise shall be my blest employ, Thy love and truth my theme. III. Amid the glories of thy name, Thy truth exalted shines; A faithful God thy words proclaim In everlasting lines. IV. When in the day of deep distress, To thee, my God, I cry'd, With strength divine thy pow'rful grace My fainting soul supply'd. V. The monarchs of the earth shall hear, And join my sacred lays; Thy glorious name with joy revere, And sing thy wond'rous praise. VI. Th'eternal God looks kindly down, And smiles on humble souls; But from afar his piercing frown The sons of pride controuls. VII. What tho' around my painful way Continual trouble grows; Thy saving hand shall be my stay, And crush my wrathful foes. VIII. Thou, Lord, wilt all my hopes fulfill, To thee the work belongs; Let endless mercy guide me still, And tune my grateful songs. Scripture: Psalm 138 Languages: English