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My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Lyrics: 1 My GOD! my GOD! why leavst thou me,
When I with Anguish call on thee?
Why dost thou me neglect,
And my loud Pray'r reject?
All Day, but all the day in vain,
To thee, O LORD, do I complain:
All Night have I implor'd
Thy Help to me restor'd.
3 Yet thou, O LORD, art ever just,
Relieving those, who in thee trust;
Therefore shalt Israel raise
To thee, continual Praise:
On Thee our Ancestors rely'd,
And in thy Strength their Foes defy'd;
To thee their Pray'rs address'd,
And with Success were bless'd.
of Innocence oppress'd;
3 Thy sure Deliv'rance, LORD, they found,
When Dangers gather'd thickest round;
Thine Ears their Cries receiv'd,
And they were soon reliev'd;
But I, like none of human Birth,
Am made the scoffing Rabble's Mirth;
Ev'n like a Reptile base,
They hold me in Disgrace.
Part II
4 My Agonies, the gazing Crowd,
Survey with Scorn and Laughter loud,
They mock whilst I complain,
And thus my Woes disdain:
"He boasted, he was Heav'n's Delight,
"Let GOD relieve his Favourite;
"Let him Assistance send,
"His Servant to defend.
5 But thou didst from my Mother's Womb,
Make me a living Offspring come;
Thy Care thou didst extend,
Me helpless to defend:
My Youth thou didst from Danger shield,
And Guardian-like Protection yield;
In thee I will confide,
For thou wert still my Guide.
6 Withdraw not then, O GOD, Most high!
Thy Aid, when Trouble is so nigh:
Do thou that Help extend,
On which I still depend.
High-pamper'd Bulls, a frowning Throng,
From Basan's Forest, fierce and strong,
Prepare with growing Rage,
Against me to engage.
7 They gape on me, and to my Fears,
Each Mouth, a yawning Grave appears;
Wide open to devour
My Soul, when in their Pow'r:
The desart Lion's savage Roar,
Could not increase my Horrors more.
In Compact close combin'd,
They have my Fall design'd.
Part III
8 My Joints are rack'd, and out of Frame;
My Heart like Wax before the Flame.
Within my Bosom glows;
My Blood like Water flows:
My Strength is parch'd' like Potter's Clay,
My fault'ring Tongue forgets to play;
My Soul all Hope resigns,
And to the Grave declines.
9 Like Blood-hounds, they assembled round,
My harmless Hands and Feet they wound;
And through my constant Pain,
I languish and complain;
That all my Bones may well be told;
Yet this as Pastime they behold.
And still their Pleasure shew,
At each Increase of Woe.
10 As Spoil, my Garments they divide:
By Lots their Portions they decide;
Therefore thy Arm extend,
And kind Protection send.
From their sharp Sword defend thou me,
And let my Life from Danger free;
Nor leave my Soul o'erpower'd,
By Dogs to be devour'd.
11 To me, O GOD! Assistance send,
My Life from Lions fierce defend;
As once thy Strength prevail'd,
When Unicorns assail'd,
Then to my Brethren I'll proclaim
The Triumphs of thy holy Name;
And to the Saints repair,
Thy Glory to declare.
12 "Praise ye the LORD in Songs divine,
"Ye num'rous Race of Israel's Line;
"To him with Fervour pray,
"And low Obeisance pay:
"His People he hath ne'er disdain'd,
"Or turn'd his Face when they complain'd;
"But to their humble Pray'r,
"Doth lend a gracious Ear.
13 Thus in thy Courts, thy Name I'll bless,
And in loud Songs my Thanks express;
And to thy Saints declare,
Thy providential Care.
The meek Companions of my Grief,
Shall at my Table find Relief;
And all who seek thy Face,
Shall find refreshing Grace.
14 Then shall the World their Homage pay,
To GOD, and his Commands obey;
His Pow'r they shall confess,
And Pray'rs to him address.
From Kings Submission to receive,
In his supreme Prerogative,
Who doth the Worlds sustain;
And over all Things reign.
15 The Rich his Bounty must confess,
The Poor their gen'rous Patron bless;
To him they all resort,
For Succour and Support:
Then shall a Race exalt his Name,
And to their Heirs his Truth proclaim,
"Till Heav'n and Earth combin'd,
Are all to GOD resign'd.
Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English Tune Title: [My God! my God! why leav'st thou me]
My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me
O GOD, preserve me; I on thee depend
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XVI (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Lyrics: 1 O GOD, preserve me; I on thee depend,
Thou art my LORD, O grant me thy Protection;
My Goodness doth not unto thee extend,
Nor ever can arrive at such Perfection:
But to thy Saints, who all on Earth excelling,
Are my Delight, with whom I chuse my dwelling.
2 To wicked Men, who other Gods adore,
Severest Sorrows shall be multiplied;
Their Offerings of Blood I do abhor,
By which they have GOD's Pow'r and Wrath defied:
With Idol's Names, however highly stiled,
My Heart and Lips shall never be defiled.
3 My Lot is fallen in that blessed Land
Where GOD is known, and Virtue is prevailing;
'Tis here he fills my Cup with lib'ral Hand,
And builds my Throne with Firmness never failing:
In Nature's fairest Scene he fixt my Station.
With Honours crown'd above each neighb'ring Nation.
4 My Soul doth bless the LORD, who me sustains;
His Counsels wise, in all my steps conduct me;
In needful Knowledge also do my Reins,
In deep Affliction's darkest Night, instruct me:
I set the LORD before me; he directs me;
I'll ne'er be mov'd, a present GOD protects me.
5 'Tis thus my chearful Heart all Grief defies,
My Glory doth rejoice, for I'm assured,
My Flesh shall rest in hope again to rise,
Thy faithful word, this Hope hath well secured'
Thou wilt not leave my Soul in Hell, nor give me
To see Corruption; but wilt soon revive me.
6 The Paths of Life thou shalt to me display,
The sacred Paths to thy bless'd Presence leading,
Where endless Raptures dwell without Allay,
With heav'nly Joy and Glory never fading;
For in thy Presence is unbounded Pleasure,
At thy Right-hand are Joys that now no Measure.
Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English Tune Title: [O God, preserve, me, I on thee depend]
O GOD, preserve me; I on thee depend
O LORD our GOD! how great art thou!
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #VIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Lyrics: 1 O LORD, our GOD! how great art thou!
To whom all earthly Creatures bow;
To thy unbounded Sway subjected:
How great is through the World thy Fame!
Oh! may thy ever glorious Name
Be still, with Rev'rence due, respected.
2 In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are sung;
The Angel's Voice and Cherub' Tongue,
Are endless Songs for thee preparing:
And yet thy Wisdom doth ordain,
That Infants should in heav'nly Strain,
Be still thy Praise with Joy declaring.
3 Through thee the weak confound the strong,
And so thou quell'st the wicked Throng
Who have in evil Ways persisted:
Thy Pow'r shall crush thy haughty Foes,
Who boldly dare thy Strength oppose,
And have thy mighty Arm resisted.
4 When, in Amazement lost, I stand,
And view the Wonders of thy Hand,
The Heav'ns, thy holy Habitation;
The radiant Moon, that rules the Night,
And glitt'ring Stars of feebler Light,
With all the Works of thy Creation;
5 LORD, what is Man! surpriz'd, I cry,
That thou should'st thus his Wants supply,
And take him under thy Protection!
Or what his Offspring, prove so kind,
To keep them ever in thy Mind,
And guide them by thy sure Direction.
Part II:
6 Him cloath'd with Pow'r thou didst create,
And crown'd with Dignity and State,
In high exalted Station placed;
Ev'n next to thy caelestial Train;
Thou gav'st him o'er all thy Works to reign.
7 For him the lowing Oxen toil,
To make the Earth with Plenty smile,
And give their Labours uncomplaining:
The bleating Sheep their Fleeces yield:
He rules the Creatures of the Field,
And those in desart Wilds remaining.
8 To him thou hast in Mercy giv'n
The Birds that mount the azure Heav'n,
With out-stretch'd Wings the Air dividing:
And all the Fish that thro' the Sea,
Delight to cut their liquid Way,
With glossy Fins for ever gliding.
9 O LORD, our LORD, how great art thou!
Thou whom all earthly Creatures bow;
To thy unbounded Sway subjected:
How great is thro' the World thy Fame!
Oh may thy ever glorious Name,
Be still with Rev'rence due respected! Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, our God! how great art thou]
O LORD our GOD! how great art thou!
Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXIX (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Lyrics: 1 Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll,
And press to overwhelm my Soul;
In the deep Mire I tread,
And Waves o'erflow my Head.
With constant Cries my Spirits faint,
My Voice is hoarse with long Complaint;
My Sight with Pain decays,
Whilst GOD his Help delays.
2 My Hairs, tho' num'rous, are but few,
Compar'd with Foes that me pursue
And strive with lawless Might,
To execute their Spite,
Thy force me, guiltless, to resign,
As Rapine, what by Right was mine.
But thou my Wrongs dost see,
My Sins are known to thee.
3 LORD, GOD of Hosts, take timely Care,
Lest for my sake thy Saints despair;
Since I have for thy Name.
Endur'd Reproach and Shame.
A Stranger to my Country grown,
And to my Kindred quite unknown;
Those of my Mother born,
Are treating me with Scorn.
4 For Zeal to thy lov'd House and Name,
Consumes me, like devouring Flame;
Vex'd at their Slights of thee,
More than their Scorn of me.
My very Tears and Abstinence.
They construe in spiteful Sense;
When Mourning for their Sake,
Their Mocks at me they make.
5 Their Judges make my Wrongs their Jest,
Those Wrongs they ought to have redress'd;
Drunkards my Sorrows see,
And make their Songs on me.
But, LORD! to thee I will repair
For Help, with humble timely Pray'r,
O from thy boundless Store:
Display thy Truth and Pow'r.
6 From threat'ning Dangers me relieve,
And from the Mire my Feet retrieve,
My Soul in Safety keep,
And snatch me from the Deep;
Controul the Deluge e'er it spread,
And roll it's Waves around my Head;
And from th'expecting Grave,
My Soul in Mercy save.
7 LORD, hear the humble Pray'r I make,
For thy transcending Goodness Sake;
And from thy Mercy's Store,
Relieve my Soul once more
Nor from thy Servant hide thy Face,
Make Haste, for desp'rate is my Case;
Thy Succour interpose,
And shield me from my Foes.
8 Thou know'st what Infamy and Scorn
I from my Enemies have borne;
Nor can their secret Spite,
Or Plots escape thy Sight.
Reproach and Grief have broke my Heart:
I look'd for some to take my Part,
But look'd, alas! in vain,
None would relieve my Pain.
9 With Hunger faint, for Food I call;
Instead of Food, they give me Gall,
And Vinegar to drink,
Whene'er my Spirits sink,
The Tables therefore they prepare,
Shall prove to them a fatal Snare;
Darkness shall seize their Eyes,
And sudden Fears surprize.
10 On them thou shalt thy Fury pour,
'Till thy fierce Wrath their Race devour,
And make their House a Cell,
Where none will dare to dwell;
For new Afflictions they procur'd
For him who had thy Stripes endur'd;
And with a sharper Scorn,
Thy tender Hearts have torn.
11 Sin shall to Sin their Steps betray,
'Till they to Truth have lost the Way;
Their Souls shall Ruin see,
Nor with the Righteous be.
But me, how'er distrest and poor,
Thy strong Salvation shall restore;
Thy Pow'r I will proclaim,
And celebrate thy Name.
12 Our GOD shall this more highly prize,
Than Herds or Flocks in Sacrifice;
And Saints shall hope to see,
The like Redress with me.
For GOD regards the Poor's Complaint,
Sets Pris'ners free from close Restraint;
And Heav'n and Earth shall raise,
Their voice to sound his Praise.
13 For GOD will Sion's Walls erect,
Fair Judah's Cities he'll protect,
'Till all her Sons repair
And gain Possession there.
This Blessing they shall at their Death,
To their religious Heirs bequeath;
And GOD shall sure restore,
Those who his Name adore. Scripture: Psalm 69 Languages: English Tune Title: [Save me, O God, from Floods that roll]
Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll
The Infinity of Christ's Condescension
Author: Doddridge Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CXXX (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Humiliation of the Glorified with Glory before the World began First Line: Saviour of men, and Lord of love Lyrics: 1 Saviour of men, and Lord of love,
How sweet thy gracious name!
With joy that errand we review,
On which thy mercy came.
2 While all thy own angelic bands
Stood waiting on the wing,
Charm'd with the honour to obey
Their great eternal King.
3 For us mean, wretched, sinful men,
Thou laid'st that glory by;
First in our mortal flesh to serve,
Then in that flesh to die.
4 Bought with thy service and thy blood,
We doubly, Lord, are thine;
To thee our lives we would devote,
To thee our death resign.
Scripture: Psalm 113:5-6 Languages: English
The Infinity of Christ's Condescension
For a Public Fast
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXXV (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Times and Seasons Days of Humiliation First Line: See, gracious God, before thy throne Lyrics: 1 See, gracious God, before thy throne
Thy mourning people bend!
'Tis on thy sovereign grace alone,
Our humble hopes depend.
2 Tremendous judgments from thy hand,
Thy dreadful power display;
Yet mercy spares this guilty land,
And still we live to pray.
3 Great God, and why is Britain spar'd,
Ungrateful as we are!
O make thy awful warnings heard,
While mercy cries "forbear."
4 What numerous crimes increasing rise,
Thro' this apostate Isle!
What land so favor'd of the skies,
And yet what land so vile?
5 How chang'd alas! are truths divine,
For error, guilt, and shame!
What impious numbers, bold in sin,
Disgrace the christian name!
6 Regardless of thy smile or frown,
Their pleasures they require;
And sink with gay indifference down
To everlasting fire.
7 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord,
By thy resistless grace;
Then shall our hearts obey thy word,
And humbly seek thy face.
8 Then, should insulting foes invade,
We shall not sink in fear;
Secure of never-failing aid,
If God, our God, is near. Languages: English
For a Public Fast
Jesus Weeps for Man
Author: Beddome Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CXXXII (1792) Topics: The Humiliation of the Glorified with Glory before the World began First Line: So fair a face bedew'd with tears! Lyrics: 1 So fair a face bedew'd with tears!
What beauty e'en in grief appears?
He wept, he bled, he died for you;
What more, ye saints, could Jesus do?
2 Enthron'd above, with equal glow
His warm affections downward flow;
In our distress he bears a part,
And feels a sympathetic smart.
3 Still his compassions are the same,
He knows the frailty of our frame;
Our heaviest burdens he sustains,
Shares in our sorrows, and our pains. Scripture: Luke 11:35 Languages: English
Jesus Weeps for Man
The Eternal stoops to Earth
Author: Peacock Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CXXXV (1792) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: The Humiliation of the Glorified with Glory before the World began First Line: What grace and love divine Lyrics: 1 What grace and love divine,
Did Jesus manifest!
Oh! may the pure celestial flame
Inspire his foll'wers breast!
2 Tho' in the form of God,
With glory bright array'd:
That glory, which he wore above,
For us aside he laid.
3 Himself he humbled low,
And took our mortal frame:
The Prince of heav'n, the lord of life,
A servant once became.
4 Obedient unto death,
Lo! he the cross sustains!
To free us from almighty wrath,
And everlasting pains.
5 Now, on his Father's throne
He reigns exalted high;
With rays of heav'nly splendour crown'd,
And awful majesty.
6 At Jesus' glorious name,
Let ev'ry creature bow,
Ye, that on high, his praise proclaim:
And we on earth below.
7 Let ev'ry tongue confess
Christ the adored Lord;
And join to sing his wondrous grace
Ye saints with sweet accord.
8 This glory well he claims,
Of God his Father giv'n;
To be extoll'd in highest strains,
By all in earth and Heav'n.
Scripture: Psalm 102:15-16 Languages: English
The Eternal stoops to Earth
Christ the first and the last, humbled to death, and exalted to an eternal triumph over it
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCXXXVIII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Christ His humiliation,exaltaion and triumph First Line: What myst'ries, Lord, in thee combine! Lyrics: 1 What myst'ries, Lord, in thee combine!
Jesus, once mortal, yet divine;
The first, the last; the end, the head;
The source of life among the dead!
2 O love beyond the stretch of thought!
What matchless wonders hat it wrought!
Faith trembles when she sees the load
Bourne by the suff'ring son of God.
3 Hail, royal conqu'ror o'er the grave,
Tender to pity, strong to save!
For ever live, for ever reign,
And prosp'rous may thy throne remain!
4 Thy Saints, obedient to thy word,
With humble joy,surround thy board:
And, long as time pursues its race,
Proclaim thy death, and shout thy grace.
5 In the full choir, where angels join
Their harps of melody divine,
Thy death inspires a song of praise,
New thro' thy life's eternal days.
Scripture: Revelation 1:17-18 Languages: English
Christ the first and the last, humbled to death, and exalted to an eternal triumph over it
A hymn for a fast day
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXXVI (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Times and Seasons Days of Humiliation First Line: When Abraham, full of sacred awe Lyrics: 1 When Abram, full of sacred awe,
Before Jehovah stood,
And, with an humble fervent prayer,
For guilty Sodom sued;
2 With what success, what wondrous grace,
Was his petitions crown'd!
The Lord would spare, if in the place
Ten righteous men were found.
3 And could a single, holy soul
So rich a boon obtain?
Good God, and shall a nation cry,
And plead with thee in vain?
4 Britain, all guilty as she is,
Her numerous saints can boast,
And now their fervent prayers ascend,
And can those prayers be lost?
5 Are not the righteous dear to thee,
Now as in ancient times?
Or does this sinful land exceed
Gomorrah in its crimes?
6 Still are we thine, we bear thy name,
Here yet is thine abode;
Long has thy presence bless'd our land,
Forsake us not, O God.
Scripture: Genesis 18:23-33 Languages: English
A hymn for a fast day
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