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Prayer and Faith of persecuted Saints; or, Imprecatins mixed with Charity

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #63 (1740) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith First Line: Now plead my Cause, Almighty God Lyrics: 1 Now plead my Cause, Almighty God, With all the Sons of Strife; And fight against the Men of Blood, Who fight against my Life. 2 Draw out thy Spear and stop their Way, Lift thine avenging Rod; But to my Soul in Mercy say, "I am thy Saviour God!" 3 They plant their Snares to catch my Feet, And Nets of Mischief spread; Plunge the Destroyers in the Pit That their own Hands have made. 4 Let Fogs and Darkness hide their Way, And slippery be their Ground; Thy Wrath shall make their Lives a Prey, And all their rage confound. 5 They fly like Chaff before the Wind, Before thine angry Breath; The Angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death. 6 They love the Road that leads to Hell; Then let the Rebels die, Whose Malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. 7 But if thou hast a chosen Few Amongst that impious Race, Divide them from the bloody Crew, By thy surprizing Grace. 8 Then will I raise my tuneful Voice, To make thy Wonders known; In their Salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. Scripture: Psalm 35:1-9 Languages: English

The Church's Complaint in Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #77 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told, The wonder of their days. 2 They saw the beauteous churches rise, The spreading gospel run; While light and glory from the skies Through all their temples shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast given. 6 Though dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore, Hard by the gates of death. Pause. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name; As sheep for slaughter bound we lie, And wait the kindling flame. 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhor'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou forever cast us off, And still neglect our cries? Forever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English

The Church's Complaint in Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #77 (1790) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told, The wonder of their days. 2 They saw the beauteous churches rise, The spreading gospel run; While light and glory from the skies Through all their temples shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast given. 6 Though dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore, Hard by the gates of death. Pause. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name; As sheep for slaughter bound we lie, And wait the kindling flame. 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhor'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou forever cast us off, And still neglect our cries? Forever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English

The Church's Complaint in Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #83 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told, The wonder of their days. 2 They saw the beauteous churches rise, The spreading gospel run; While light and glory from the skies Through all their temples shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast given. 6 Though dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore, Hard by the gates of death. Pause. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name; As sheep for slaughter bound we lie, And wait the kindling flame. 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhor'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou forever cast us off, And still neglect our cries? Forever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English

The Church's Complaint in Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #83 (1787) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told, The wonder of their days. 2 They saw the beauteous churches rise, The spreading gospel run; While light and glory from the skies Through all their temples shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast given. 6 Though dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore, Hard by the gates of death. Pause. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name; As sheep for slaughter bound we lie, And wait the kindling flame. 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhor'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou forever cast us off, And still neglect our cries? Forever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #131 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #131 (1790) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wanted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #139 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #139 (1787) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #63 (1786) Topics: Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints; Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Behold the love, the generous love Lyrics: 1 Behold the love, the generous love, That holy David shows; Behold his kind compassion move For his afflicted foes! 2 When they are sick, his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart. 3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead! And fasting mortified his soul, While for their life he pray'd. 4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns. 5 Oh glorious type of heavenly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, their Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 6 He, the true David, Israel’s king, Blest and belov'd of God, To save us rebels dead in sin Paid his own dearest blood. Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English