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Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

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.) #134 (1786) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #134 (1790) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

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.) #136 (1786) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: How awful is thy chastening rod! Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the word, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #136 (1790) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: "How awful is thy chastening rod!" Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the word, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

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.) #143 (1786) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #143 (1787) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

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.) #144 (1786) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: "How awful is thy chastening rod!" Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #144 (1787) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: "How awful is thy chastening rod!" Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

God is the Hope of the Helpless

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.) #251b (1786) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: To God I made my sorrows known Lyrics: 1 To God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I pour'd out all my grief. 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, My heart began to break; My God, who all my burdens knows, Beholds the way I take. 3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers past me by Neglected or unknown. 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, "Be thou my refuge here." 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend. 6 From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy name, And holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English

God is the Hope of the Helpless

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #251b (1790) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: To God I made my sorrows known Lyrics: 1 To God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I pour'd out all my grief. 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, My heart began to break; My God, who all my burdens knows, Beholds the way I take. 3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers past me by Neglected or unknown. 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, "Be thou my refuge here." 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend. 6 From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy name, And holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English