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Redemption by Christ Alone

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #130 (1760) First Line: Enslav'd by sin, and bound in chains Lyrics: I. Enslav'd by sin, and bound in chains, Beneath it's dreadful tyrant sway, And doom'd to everlasting pains, We wretched, guilty captives lay. II. Nor gold nor gems, could buy our peace; Nor the whole world's collected store, Suffice to purchase our release; A thousand worlds were all too poor. III. Jesus the Lord, the mighty God, An all-sufficient ransom paid; Invalued price, his precious blood, For vile rebellious traitors shed. IV. Jesus the sacrifice became, To rescue guilty souls from hell; The spotless, bleeding, dying Lamb Beneath avenging justice fell. V. Amazing goodness! love divine! O may our grateful hearts adore The matchless grace, nor yield to sin, Nor wear its cruel fetters more! VI. Dear Saviour, let thy love persue The glorious work it has begun, Each secret lurking foe subdue, And let our hearts be thine alone. Scripture: 1 Peter 1:18-19 Languages: English

The Mysteries of Providence

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #131 (1760) First Line: Lord, how mysterious are thy ways! Lyrics: I. Lord, how mysterious are thy ways! How blind are we! how mean our praise! Thy steps can mortal eyes explore? 'Tis ours, to wonder and adore. II. Thy deep decrees from creature sight Are hid in shades of awful night; Amid the lines, with curious eye, Nor angels minds presume to pry. III. Great God, I would not ask to see, What in futurity shall be; If light and bliss attend my days, Then let my future hours be praise. IV. Is darkness and distress my share? Then let me trust thy guardian care; Enough for me, if love divine, At length through ev'ry cloud shall shine. V. Yet this my soul desires to know, Be this my only wish below, "That Christ is mine!"—this great request Grant, bounteous God,—and I am blest. Languages: English

Refuge and Strength in the Mercy of God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #133 (1760) First Line: My God, 'tis to Thy mercy seat Lyrics: I. My God, 'tis to thy mercy-seat My soul for shelter flies; 'Tis here, I find a safe retreat, When storms and tempests rise. II. 'Tis here, my faith resolves to dwell, Nor shall I be afraid Of all the pow'rs of earth or hell, If thou vouchsafe thy aid. III. My chearful hope can never die, If thou my God art near; Thy grace can raise my comforts high, And banish ev'ry fear. IV. Against thy all-supporting grace My foes can ne'er prevail; But oh! if frowns becloud thy face, Faith, hope, and life will fail. V. My great Protector, and my Lord, Thy constant aid impart, And let thy kind, thy gracious word Sustain my trembling heart! VI. O never let my soul remove, From this divine retreat; Still let me trust thy pow'r and love, And dwell beneath thy feet. Languages: English

Desiring Resignation and Thankfulness

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #134 (1760) First Line: When I survey life's varied scene Lyrics: I. When I survey life’s varied scene, Amid the darkest hours, Sweet rays of comfort shine between, And thorns are mix'd with flowers. II. Lord, teach me to adore thy hand, From whence my comforts flow; And let me in this desert land A glimpse of Canaan know. III. Is health and ease my happy share? O may I bless my God; Thy kindness let my songs declare, And spread thy praise abroad. IV. While such delightful gifts as these, Are kindly dealt to me, Be all my hours of health and ease Devoted, Lord, to thee. V. In griefs and pains thy sacred word, (Dear solace of my soul!) Celestial comforts can afford, And all their pow'r control. VI. When present suff'rings pain my heart, Or future terrors rise, And light and hope almost depart From these dejected eyes, VII. Thy pow'rful word supports my hope, Sweet cordial of the mind! And bears my fainting spirit up, And bids me wait resign'd. VIII. And O, whate’er of earthly bliss Thy sov'reign hand denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise: IX. “Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From ev'ry murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And let me live to thee.” X. “Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, My path of life attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless its happy end.” Languages: English

Desiring the Presence of God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #136 (1760) First Line: Hear, gracious God, my humble moan Lyrics: I. Hear, gracious God, my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs, When will the mournful night be gone? And when my joys arise? II. My God—O could I make the claim— My father and my friend— And call thee mine, by ev'ry name, On which thy saints depend! III. By ev'ry name of pow'r and love, I would thy grace intreat; Nor should my humble hopes remove, Nor leave thy sacred feet. IV. Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy word is all my stay; Here, would I rest 'till light returns, Thy presence makes my day. V. Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace Relieve my aking heart; O smile, and bid my sorrows cease, And all their gloom depart. VI. Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless thy healing rays, And change these deep complaining sighs, For songs of sacred praise. Scripture: Isaiah 50:10 Languages: English

Christ the Life of the Soul

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #138 (1760) First Line: When sins and fears prevailing rise Lyrics: I. When sins and fears prevailing rise, And fainting hope almost expires; Jesus, to thee I lift my eyes, To thee I breathe my soul's desires II. Art thou not mine, my living Lord? And can my hope, my comfort die, Fix'd on thy everlasting word, That word which built the earth and sky? III. If my immortal Saviour lives, Then my immortal life is sure; His word a firm foundation gives, Here, let me build, and rest secure. IV. Here, let my faith unshaken dwell, Immoveable the promise stands; Nor all the pow'rs of earth or hell, Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands. V. Here, O my soul, thy trust repose; If Jesus is forever mine, Not death itself, that last of foes, Shall break a union so divine. Scripture: John 14:19 Languages: English

Aspiring Towards Heaven

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #139 (1760) First Line: Vain world, be gone, nor vex my heart Lyrics: I. Vain world, be gone, nor vex my heart With thy deluding wiles; Hence, empty promiser, depart With all thy soothing smiles. II. Superior bliss invites my eyes, Delight unmix'd with woe; Now let my nobler thoughts arise, To joys unknown below. III. Yon starry plains, how brightly they shine, With radiant specks of light; Fair pavement of the course divine, That sparkles on the sight! IV. 'Tis distance lessens ev'ry star; Could I behold them nigh, Bright worlds of wonder would appear To my astonish'd eye! V. Thus heav'nly joys attract my eyes, My heart the lustre warms; But could I reach those upper skies, How infinite their charms! VI.Come, heav'n-born faith, and aid my flight, And guide my rising thought, Till earth, still less'ning to my sight, Shall vanish quite forgot. VII. But when to reach those blissful plains Her utmost ardor tries, And almost hears the charming strains Of hymning angels rise: VIII. Mortality, with painful load, Forbids the raptur'd flight; In vain she means heav'n's bright abode, And sinks to earth and night. IX. O let thy love, my God, my King, My hope, my heart, inspire; And teach my faith with stronger wing To rise, and warm desire. X. Oft let thy shining visits cheer This dark abode of clay, 'Till I shall leave these fetters here, And rise to endless day. Languages: English

God My Only Happiness

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #141 (1760) First Line: When fill'd with grief, my anxious heart Lyrics: I. When fill'd with grief, my anxious heart To thee, my God, complains, Sweet pleasure mingles with the smart, And softens all my pains. II. Earth flies with all her soothing charms, Nor I the loss deplore; No more, ye phantoms, mock my arms, Nor teaze my spirit more. III. I languish for superior joy To all that earth bestows; For pleasure which can never cloy, Nor change, nor period knows. IV. Still, must the scenes of bliss remain Conceal'd from mortal eyes? And must my wishes rise in vain, And never reach the skies? V. My God, O could I call thee mine Without a wav'ring fear, This would be happiness divine, A heav'n of pleasure here! VI. This joy, my wishes long to find, To this my heart aspires, A bliss, immortal as the mind, And vast as its desires! Languages: English

Mourning the Absence of God, and longing for his gracious presence

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #143 (1760) First Line: My God, to thee I call Lyrics: I. My God, to thee I call— Must I forever mourn? So far from thee, my life, my all? O when wilt thou return! II. Dark as the shades of night My gloomy sorrows rise, And hide thy soul-reviving light From these desiring eyes. III. My comforts all decay, My inward foes prevail; If thou withhold thy healing ray, Expiring hope will fail. IV. Away distressing fears, My gracious God is nigh, And heav'nly pity sees my tears, And marks each rising sigh. V. Dear source of all my joys, And solace of my care, O wilt thou hear my plaintive And grant my humble pray'r! VI. These envious clouds remove, Thy cheering light restore, Confirm my int'rest in thy love 'Till I can doubt no more. VII. Then if my troubles rise, To thee, my God, I'll flee, And raise my hopes above the skies, And cast my cares on thee. Languages: English

God the Only Refuge of the Troubled Mind

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #144 (1760) First Line: Dear refuge of my weary soul Lyrics: I. Dear refuge of my weary soul, On thee, when sorrows rise; On thee, when waves of trouble roll, My fainting Hope relies. II. While hope revives, tho' prest with fears, And I can say, my God, Beneath thy feet I spread my cares, And pour my woes abroad. III. To thee, I tell each rising grief, For thou alone canst heal; Thy word can bring a sweet relief, For ev'ry pain I feel. IV. But oh! when gloomy doubts prevail, I fear to call thee mine; The springs of comfort seem to fail, And all my hopes decline. V. Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust, And still my soul would cleave to thee, Tho' prostrate in the dust. VI. Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? And shall I seek in vain? And can the ear of sov'reign grace Be deaf when I complain? VII. No, still the ear of sov'reign grace Attends the mourner's pray'r; O may I ever find access, To breathe my sorrows there. VIII. Thy mercy-seat is open still; Here let my soul retreat, With humble hope attend thy will, And wait beneath thy feet. Languages: English