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God's Care of his People, and punishment of Persecutors

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.) #14 (1786) Topics: Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished; Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished First Line: My trust is in my heavenly Friend Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God" Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power controul; Awake to judgement, and command Deliverance for my soul. Pause. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the LORD. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

God's care of his People, and punishment of Persecutors

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #14 (1790) Topics: Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished; Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished First Line: My trust is in my heavenly Friend Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God: Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power controul? Awake to judgement, and command Deliverance for my soul. Pause. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust: Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the LORD. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

God's care of his People, and punishment of Persecutors

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.) #17b (1786) Topics: Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished; Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished First Line: My trust is in my heavenly Friend Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power controul; Awake to judgement, and command Deliverance for my soul. Pause. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the LORD. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

God's Care of his People, and punishment of Persecutors

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #17b (1787) Topics: Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished; Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished First Line: My trust is in my heavenly Friend Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God; Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power controul; Awake to judgement, and command Deliverance for my soul. Pause. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the LORD. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

GOD's Care of his People, and Punishment of Persecutors

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #12 (1740) Topics: Appeal to God against persecutors; Persecutors punished First Line: My Trust is in my heav'nly Friend Lyrics: 1 My Trust is in my heav'nly Friend, My Hope in Thee, my GOD; Rise, and my helpless Life defend From those that seek my Blood. 2 With Insolence and Fury they My Soul in Pieces tear, As hungry Lions rend the Prey, When no Deliverer's near. 3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my Foe, Then let him tread my Life to Dust, And lay mine Honour low. 4 If there be Malice found in me, I know thy piercing Eyes; I should not dare appeal to Thee, Nor ask my GOD to rise. 5 Arise, my GOD, lift up thy Hand, Their Pride and Pow'r controul; Awake to Judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my Soul. Pause. 6 [Let Sinners, and their wicked Rage Be humbled to the Dust; Shall not the GOD of truth engage To vindicate the Just? 7 He knows the Heart, he tries the Reins, He will defend th' Upright His sharpest Arrows he ordains Against the Sons of Spite. 8 For me their Malice digg'd a Pit, But there themselves are cast; My GOD makes all their Mischiefs light On their own Heads at last.] 9 That cruel, persecuting Race Must feel his dreadful Sword: Awake my Soul, and praise the Grace And Justice of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

The Folly of Persecutors

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.) #25a (1786) Topics: Persecutors their folly; Persecutors their folly First Line: Are sinners now so senseless grown Lyrics: 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust: Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

The Folly of Persecutors

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #25a (1790) Topics: Persecutors their folly; Persecutors their folly First Line: Are sinners now so senseless grown Lyrics: 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust: Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

The Folly of Persecutors

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.) #29a (1786) Topics: Persecutors their folly; Persecutors their folly First Line: Are sinners now so senseless grown Lyrics: 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust: Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

The Folly of Persecutors

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #29a (1787) Topics: Persecutors their folly; Persecutors their folly First Line: Are sinners now so senseless grown Lyrics: 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust: Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English

A Complaint against Persecutors

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.) #143 (1786) Topics: Persecutors complained of; Persecutors complained of First Line: And will the God of grace Lyrics: 1 And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep? 2 Behold what cursed snares The men of mischief spread: The men that hate thy saints and thee, Lift up their threatening head. 3 Against thy hidden ones, Their counsels they employ, And malice with her watchful eye Pursues them to destroy. 4 "Come, let us join, they cry, "To root them from the ground, "Till not the name of saints remain, "Nor memory shall be found." 5 Awake, almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind. 6 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy name; Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame. 7 Then shall the nations know Thy glorious, dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the sovereign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English