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Complaining at the Throne of Grace

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #146 (1760) First Line: O'erwhelm'd with restless griefs and fears Lyrics: I. O'erwhelm'd with restless griefs and fears, Lord, I approach thy mercy-seat, With aking heart and flowing tears, To pour my sorrows at thy feet. II. Can mournful penitence and pray'r Address thy mercy-seat in vain? Unnotic'd by thy gracious ear, Can sorrow and distress complain? III. Thy promises are large and free, To humble souls who seek thy face; O where for refuge can I flee, My God, but to thy throne of grace? IV. My God!—for yet my trembling heart Would fain rely upon thy word; Fain would I bid my fears depart, And cast my burthen on the Lord. V. Thou see'st the tempest of my soul, These restless waves of fear and sin; Thy voice can all their rage controul, And make a sacred calm within. VI. Amid the gloomy shades of night, To thee, I lift my longing eyes; My Saviour God, my life, my light, When will thy chearing beams arise? VII. My thoughts recall thy favours past, In many a dark distressing hour, Thy kind support my heart confess'd, And own'd thy wisdom, love and pow'r. VIII. And still these bright perfections shine, Eternal their unclouded rays; Unchanging faithfulness is thine, And just, and right, are all thy ways. IX. And can my vile ungrateful heart Still harbour black distrust and fear? O bid these heavy clouds depart, Bright sun of righteousness, appear. X. Let thy enliv'ning healing voice, The kind assurance of thy love, Relieve my heart, revive my joys, And all my sins and fears remove. Languages: English

Submission to God under Affliction

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #148 (1760) First Line: Peace, my complaining, doubting heart Lyrics: I. Peace, my complaining, doubting heart, Ye busy cares be still; Adore the just, the sov'reign Lord, Nor murmur at his will. II. Unerring wisdom guides his hand; Nor dares my guilty fear, Amid the sharpest pains I feel, Pronounce his hand severe. III. To soften ev'ry painful stroke, Indulgent mercy bends; And unrepining when I plead, His gracious ear attends. IV. Let me reflect with humble awe Whene'er my heart complains, Compar'd with what my sins deserve, How easy are my pains! V. Yes Lord, I own thy sov'reign hand, thou just, and wise, and kind; Be ev'ry anxious thought supprest, And all my soul resign'd. VI. But oh! indulge this only wish, This boon I must implore; Assure my soul, that thou art mine, My God, I ask no more. Languages: English

Trusting in the Divine Veracity

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #150 (1760) First Line: When sin and sorrow, fear and pain Lyrics: I. When sin and sorrow, fear and pain, My trembling heart dismay, My feeble strength, alas, how vain! It sinks and dies away. II. My spirit asks a firmer prop, I lean upon the Lord; My God, the pillar of my hope, Is thy unchanging word. III. On this are built the brightest joys, Celestial beings know, And 'tis the same almighty voice Supports the saints below. IV. 'Tis this upholds the rolling spheres, And heav'ns immortal frame; Then, O my soul, suppress thy fears, Thy basis is the same. V. The sacred word the solemn oath, Forever must remain; I trust in everlasting truth, Nor can my trust be vain. Languages: English

Time Flying, and Death Approaching

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #151 (1760) First Line: Awake, my soul, nor slumb'ring lie Lyrics: I. Awake, my soul, nor slumb'ring lie Amid the gloomy haunts of death; Perhaps the awful hour is nigh, Commission'd for my parting breath. II. That awful hour will soon appear, Swift on the wings of time it flies, When all that pains or pleases here, Will vanish from my closing eyes. III. Death calls my friends, my neighbors hence, And none resist the fatal dart; Continual warnings strike my sense, And shall they fail to reach my heart? IV. Shall gay amusements rise between, When scenes of horror spread around? Death's pointed arrows fly unseen, But ah, how sure, how deep they wound! V. Think, O my soul, how much depends On the short period of a day; Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends, Be negligently thrown away? VI. Thy remnant minutes strive to use, Awake! rouze ev'ry active pow'r! And not in dreams and trifles lose This little now! this precious hour! VII. Lord of my life, inspire my heart With heav'nly ardour, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart, For strength, and life, and death are thine. VIII. O teach me the celestial skill, Each awful warning to improve; And while my days are short'ning still, Prepare me for the joys above. IX. Insure my nobler life on high, Life, from a dying Saviour's blood! Then tho' my minutes swiftly fly, They bear me nearer to my God. Languages: English

Victory Over Death through Christ

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #153 (1760) First Line: When death appears before my sight Lyrics: I. When death appears before my sight In all his dire array, Unequal to the dreadful fight, My courage dies away. II. How shall I meet this potent foe, Whose frown my soul alarms? Dark horror sits upon his brow, And vict'ry waits his arms. III. But see, my glorious Leader nigh! My Lord, my Saviour lives; Before him death's pale terrors fly, And my faint heart revives. IV. Jesus, be thou my sure defence, My guard forever near; And faith shall triumph over sense, And never yield to fear. V. O may I meet the dreadful hour, With fortitude divine; Sustain'd by thy almighty pow'r, The conquest must be mine. VI. What tho. subdued this body lies, Slain in the mortal strife, My spirit shall unconquer'd rise To a diviner life. VII. Lord, I commit my soul to thee, Accept the sacred trust, Receive this nobler part of me, And watch my sleeping dust: VIII. Till that illustrious morning come, When all thy saints shall rise, And cloath'd in full, immortal bloom, Attend thee to the skies. IX. When thy triumphant armies sing The honours of thy name, And heav'ns eternal arches ring, With glory to the Lamb: X. O let me join the raptur'd lays, And with the blissful throng, Resound salvation, pow'r and praise, In everlasting song. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:57 Languages: English

Christ the Supreme Beauty

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #155 (1760) First Line: Should nature's charms, to please the eye Lyrics: I. Should nature's charms, to please the eye, In sweet assemblage join, All nature's charms would droop and die, Jesus, compar'd with thine. II. Vain were her fairest beams display'd, And vain her blooming store; Ev'n brightness languishes to shade, And beauty is no more. III. But ah, how far from mortal sight, The Lord of glory dwells! A veil of interposing night His radiant face conceals. IV. O could my longing spirit rise On strong immortal wing. And reach thy palace in the skies, My Saviour, and my King! V. There myriads worship at thy feet, And there, (divine employ!) The triumphs of thy repeat, In songs of endless joy. VI. Thy presence beams eternal day, O'er all the blissful place; Who would not drop this load of clay, And die to see thy face? Scripture: Isaiah 33:17 Languages: English

The Promised Land

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #157 (1760) First Line: Far from these narrow scenes of night Lyrics: I. Far from these narrow scenes of night Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. II. Fair distant land!—could mortal eyes But half its joys explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more! III. There pain and sickness never come, And grief no more complains; Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And endless pleasure reigns! IV. From discord free and war's alarms, And want and pining care, Plenty and peace unite their charms, And smile unchanging there. V. There rich varieties of joy, Continual feast the mind; Pleasures which fill, but never cloy, Immortal and refin'd! VI. No factious strife, no envy there, The sons of peace molest, But harmony and love sincere Fill ev'ry happy breast. VII. No cloud those blissful regions know, Forever bright and fair! For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there. VIII. There no alternate night is known, Nor sun's faint sickly ray; But glory from the sacred throne Spreads everlasting day. IX. The glorious monarch there displays His beams of wond'rous grace; His happy subjects sing his praise, And bow before his face. X. O may the heav'nly prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love, Till wings of faith and strong desire bear ev'ry thought above. XI. Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, For thy bright courts on high; Then bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky. Scripture: Isaiah 33:17 Languages: English

The Heavenly Shepherd

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #159 (1760) First Line: While my Redeemer's near Lyrics: I. While my Redeemer's near, My shepherd and my guide, I bid farewell to anxious fear, My wants are all supply'd. II. To ever-fragrant meads, Where rich abundance grows, His gracious hand indulgent leads, And guards my sweet repose. III. Along the lovely scene, Cool waters gently roll, And kind refreshment smiles serene, To cheer my fainting soul. IV. Here let my spirit rest; How sweet a lot is mine! With pleasure, food, and safety blest; Beneficence divine! V. Dear shepherd, if I stray, My wand'ring feet restore, To thy fair pastures guide my way, And let me rove no more. VI. Unworthy, as I am, Of thy protecting care, Jesus, I plead thy gracious name, For all my hopes are there. Scripture: Psalm 23:1-3 Languages: English

The Christian's Noblest Resolution

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #161 (1760) First Line: Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain Lyrics: I. Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain, Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin! A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. II. I would resolve with all my heart, With all my pow'rs, to serve the Lord, Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. III. O be his service all my joy, Around let my example shine, Till others love the blest employ, And join in labours so divine. IV. Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determin'd choice, To yield to his supreme controul, And in his kind commands rejoice. V. O may I never faint nor tire, Nor wand'ring leave his sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise. Scripture: Joshua 24:15

The Saviour's Invitation

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #162 (1760) First Line: The Saviour calls—let ev'ry ear Lyrics: I. The Saviour calls—let ev'ry ear Attend the heav'nly sound; Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round. II. For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow, And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal woe. III. Here, springs of sacred pleasure rise, To ease your ev'ry pain, (Immortal fountain! full supplies!) Nor shall you thirst in vain. IV. Ye sinners, come, ’tis mercy’s voice, The gracious call obey; Mercy invites to heav’nly joys— And can you yet delay? V. Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts, To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink and never die. Scripture: John 7:37 Languages: English