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Psalm XXX

Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless Lyrics: I. Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless, Thee all my pow'rs adore; Thy hand has rais'd me from distress, My foes rejoice no more. II. O Lord, my God, oppress'd with grief, To thee I breath'd my cry; Thy mercy brought divine relief, And wip'd my tearful eye. III. Thy mercy chas'd the shades of death, And snatch'd me from the grave; O may thy praise employ that breath Which mercy deigns to save. IV. Come, O ye saints, your voices raise To God in grateful songs; And let the mem'ry of his grace, Inspire your hearts and tongues. V. His frown, what mortal can sustain? But soon his anger dies; His life-restoring smile again Returns, and sorrow flies. VI. Her deepest gloom when sorrow spreads, And light and hope depart, His smile celestial morning sheds, And joy revives the heart. VII. Beneath thy kind protecting arm How did my soul rejoice! And fondly hop'd no future harm Should ever shock my joys. VIII. Lord,'twas thy favour fix'd my rest; Thy shining face withdrew, And troubles fill'd my anxious breast, And pain'd my soul anew. IX. Again to thee, O gracious God, I rais'd my mournful eyes; To thee I spread my woes abroad, With supplicating cries. X. What glory can my death afford? In the dark grave confin'd, Shall senseless dust adore the Lord, Or call thy truth to mind? XI. Hear, O my God, in mercy hear, Attend my plaintive cry; Be thou, my gracious helper, near, And bid my sorrows fly. XII. Again I hear thy voice divine, New joys exulting bound; My robes of mourning I resign, And gladness girds me round. XIII. Then let my utmost glory be To raise thy honours high; Nor let my gratitude to thee In guilty silence die. XIV. To thee, my gracious God, I raise My thankful heart and tongue; O be thy goodness and thy praise My everlasting song. Scripture: Psalm 30

Psalm CXLIV

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Blest be the Lord, my strength, my shield Lyrics: I. Blest be the Lord, my strength, my shield, Amid the dangers of the field; 'Tis he instructs me for the fight, And arms me with resistless might. II. His constant love, his saving pow'r, Is my defence, my sacred tow'r; Rebellion hears his potent word, And my glad people own their Lord. III. Lord, what is man, that he should share Thy kind regard, thy constant care? Can all the weak, the wretched race, Deserve such condescending grace? IV. Man's short existence, frail at best, Is empty vanity confest; His life, a shadow, fleets away, And leaves no traces of its stay. V. Descend from heav'n, almighty Lord, And earth shall tremble at thy word; The smoking hills with conscious fear, Shall own their awful Maker near. VI. While thy keen-pointed light'nings fly, Like flaming arrows thro' the sky, My foes dispers'd shall rise no more, Nor dare the terrors of thy pow'r. VII. O let thy potent arm controul These threat'ning waves that round me roll, These sons of vanity that rise, With fraudful hands and impious lies. VIII. Then shall thy name new songs inspire, And wake to joy the sounding lyre, And ev'ry tuneful string shall raise In various notes, my grateful praise. IX. 'Tis pow'r divine, 'tis God alone, Whom kings preserv'd in dangers, own; Who saves, in war's tumultuous strife, From raging swords his servant's life. X. O Lord, thy saving pow'r oppose To these invading threat'ning foes; These strangers to thy sacred laws, Whose boast is vain, and false their cause. XI. Then shall our sons beneath thy care, Grow up like plants erect and fair; Our daughters shall like pillars rise, Where royal buildings charm the eyes. XII. Then plenty shall our stores increase, Plenty, the lovely child of peace; The fold it's fleecy wealth shall yield, And pour its thousands o'er the field. XIII. The well-fed ox shall then afford His chearful labours to his lord; No more shall cruel plunder reign, Nor want nor misery complain. XIV. O happy people! favour'd state! Whom such peculiar blessings wait; Happy! who on the Lord depend, Their God, their guardian, and their friend. Scripture: Psalm 144

Psalm CXLVI

Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord Lyrics: I. Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord, Come tune your songs in sweet accord; Awake my soul, awake and join The sacred hymn, in notes divine. II. The praises of my God, my king, (While I have life or breath to sing,) Shall fill my heart, and tune my tongue, 'Till heav'n improve the blissful song. III. No more in princes vainly trust, Frail sons of earth; man is but dust! With all his pride, with all his pow'r, The helpless creature of an hour. IV. He breathes, he thinks, but ah, he dies No more the potent, or the wise; The scheme his morning thoughts begun, Sinks down before the setting sun. V. Happy the man, whose hopes divine On Israel's guardian God recline! Who can with sacred transport say, This God is mine, my help, my stay. VI. Heav'n, earth and sea declare his name; He built and fill'd their spacious frame; But o'er creation's fairest lines His steadfast truth unchanging shines. VII. His justice favours those who mourn, Beneath the proud oppressor's scorn; The hungry poor his hand sustains, And breaks the wretched captive's chains. VIII. To sightless eyes, long clos'd in night, His touch restores the joys of light; Poor mourners rais'd confess his care, He loves the humble and sincere. IX. If wand'ring strangers friendless roam, Divine protection is their home; The Lord relieves the widow's cares, And dries the weeping orphan's tears. X. But vengeance waits the impious race Who hate his laws, and scorn his grace; Their ways to sure destruction tend, And all their hopes in ruin end. XI. The Lord shall reign for ever king, And age to age his glory sing; Thy God, O happy Zion, reigns, Resound his praise in joyful strains. Scripture: Psalm 146

Psalm CXXX

Appears in 2 hymnals 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

Psalm CXXXVII

Appears in 2 hymnals 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

Psalm LXXVII

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: To God, I rais'd my earnest cries Lyrics: I. To God, I rais'd my earnest cries, To God, who rules the earth and skies; His sov'reign mercy deign'd to hear My loud complaints, with pitying ear. II. The tedious day was spent in grief, In humble prayer I sought relief; But day and night the restless smart Deny'd sweet comfort to my heart. III. I thought on God with terrors arm'd; New troubles then my soul alarm'd; Then over-whelming sorrows rose, Nor could complaining ease my woes. IV. Thy terrors, Lord, forbid my rest, And silent anguish fills my breast; And now in sad reflection rise Past days and years before my eyes. V. My nightly songs I call to mind, And try some gleam of joy to find; But search this wretched heart in vain, For all is darkness, grief and pain. VI. Will God forever leave his care? Must I no more his favour share? Shall long-lost mercy ne'er prevail? And can his word for ever fail? VII. Array'd in frowns his angry face, Has God forgot his wonted grace? And clos'd the full, the boundless store Of mercy, ne'er to open more? VIII. But I rebuke my drooping heart, Far hence ye guilty fears depart; Still will I call past comforts o'er, And trust almighty love and pow'r. IX. This drooping heart again shall trace The ancient wonders of thy grace; The mighty owkrs my God has wrought, Shall still employ my voice, my thought. X. Thy way, O God, thy wond'rous way, While in thy temple I survey, Struck with astonishment, I cry, Where is a pow'r so great, so high? XI. Whoe'er surveys thy works must own That thou art God, and thou alone; Thy favours to thy chosen care The wonders of thy pow'r declare. XII. Thy potent arm, for ever near, Controul'd their foes, controul'd their fear; And Jacob's sons, (distinguish'd race!) Confess'd thy kind deliv'ring grace. XIII. The waters with thy presence aw'd, Beheld, and own'd their maker God; The ocean shook with all its waves, And trembled thro' its deepest caves. XIV. The full clouds pour'd their wat'ry store; Amid the storm's impetuous roar, Thy dreadful arrows flew abroad, And sounding skies proclaim'd the God! XV. Thy awful voice in thunder broke, Heav'n listen'd while th'almighty spoke! While o'er the world keen light'nings spread, Earth trembled with unusual dread! XVI. Thy path, O Lord, thy tractless way Lies in the deep unfathom'd sea; No mortal thought can ever trace Thy steps of wisdom, pow'r and grace. XVII. Thy people found thy guardian care; Where'er they wander'd, God was there; 'Till guided by thy prophet's hand, They reach'd secure the promis'd land. Scripture: Psalm 77

Psalm XXIII

Appears in 6 hymnals First Line: The Lord, my shepherd and my guide Lyrics: I. The Lord, my shepherd and my guide, Will all my wants supply; In safety I shall still abide Beneath his watchful eye. II. Amid the verdant flow'ry meads, He makes my sweet repose; When pain'd with thirst, he gently leads Where living water flows. III. If from his fold I thoughtless stray, He leads the wand'rer home; And shews my erring feet the way Where dangers cannot come. IV. Tho' hast'ning to the silent tomb, And death's dark shades appear; Thy presence, Lord, shall chear the gloom, And banish ev'ry fear. V. No evil can my soul dismay, While I am near my God; My comfort, my support and stay, Thy staff and guiding rod. VI. Thy constant bounties me surround, Amid my envious foes; My favour'd head with gladness crown'd, My cup with blessings flows. VII. Thus shall thy goodness, love and care Attend my future days; And I shall dwell forever near My God, and sing his praise. Scripture: Psalm 23

Psalm XIII

Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: How long wilt thou, O God of grace Lyrics: I. How long wilt thou, O God of grace, Forget thy wonted love? How long conceal thy shining face, Nor bid the cloud remove? II. How long shall my dejected soul, (Thus pond'ring o'er her woes,) In vain endeavor to controul The pow'r of inward foes? III. Lord, hear my pray'r, and heal my woes, Arise with chearing light; Or soon these wretched eyes will close In everlasting night. IV. The pow'rs of darkness will rejoice To see my life decay, And triumph with insulting voice Around their trembling prey. V. But, Lord, thy mercy hitherto Has been my only trust; Let mercy now my joys renew, And raise me from the dust. VI. Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim The bounties of my God, My songs with grateful rapture flame, And spread thy praise abroad. Scripture: Psalm 13

Pleasure

Appears in 15 hymnals First Line: How vain a thought is bliss below! Lyrics: I. How vain a thought is bliss below! 'Tis all an airy dream! How empty are the joys that flow On pleasure's smiling stream! II. Now gayly-painted bubbles rise With varied colours bright; They break, the short amusement flies— Can this be call'd delight? III. Transparent now, and all serene The gentle current flows: While fancy draws the flatt'ring scene, How fair the landskip shows! IV. But soon its transient charms decay, When ruffling tempests blow; The soft delusions fleet away, And pleasure ends in woe. V. Why do I here expect repose? Or seek for bliss in vain? Since every pleasure earth bestows, Is but dissembled pain. VI. O let my nobler wishes soar Beyond these seats of night; In heav'n substantial bliss explore, And permanent delight! VII. There pleasure flows forever clear; And rising to the view Such dazling scenes of joy appear, As fancy never drew. VIII. No fleeting landskip cheats the gaze, Nor airy form beguiles; But everlasting bliss displays Her undissembled smiles. IX. Adieu to all below the skies, Celestial guardian come! On thy kind wing my soul would rise To her eternal home.

To Mr. Hervey, On his Theron and Aspasio

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: O sent by heav'n, to teach the Saviour's praise Lyrics: I. O sent by heav'n, to teach the Saviour's praise, And bid our hearts with pure devotion glow! Truth shines around thee, with distinguish'd rays, And all graces in thy language flow. II. Here beauteous landskips spread their various charms, The mind inspiring with delight serene; With pleasing pow'r while sacred friendship warms, And blest religion crowns the lovely scene. III. Now deeply humbled, self-abas'd, we read The abject state of Adam's wretched race; Now smiling hope lifts up her chearful head, And faith adores immeasurable grace. IV. What glories in our great Immanuel shine! How rich, how free, how full his merits rise! The curse remov'd, fulfill'd the law divine; For rebels he obeys, for traitors dies. V. His righteousness, (immortal robe!) he gives To cloath the naked; while his flowing blood Pours healing balm, the wounded sinner lives To speak the honours of the Savior God. VI. In him, what countless, endless wonders meet! Truth, justice, mercy, reconcil'd appear: His name, how precious! how divinely sweet! Joy to the heart, and music to the ear. VII. O Hervey, be thy pleasing labours crown'd With bliss beyond the low rewards of fame! Such joy be thine, as thy Aspasio found, While many a Theron owns the Saviour's name.