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Salvum me fac
Author: T. S. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #5b (1640) Publication Date: 1640 First Line: Help Lord for good and godly men Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for good and godly men
do perish and decay;
And faith and truth from worldly men,
is parted cleane away.
2 Who so doth with his neighbor talk,
his talk is all but vaine;
For every man bethinketh how
to flatter, lie and faine.
3 But flattering and deceitfull lips,
and tongues that be so stout
To speak proud words, and make great brags,
the Lord soon cuts them out.
4 For they say still we will prevaile,
our lips shall us extoll;
Our tongues are ours, we ought to speak,
what lord shall us controll?
5 But for the great complaint and cry
of poore and men opprest:
Arise will I now saith the Lord,
and them restore to rest.
6 God's Word is like to silver pure,
that from the dross is tri'd:
And hath no lesse than seven times
in fire been purifi'd.
7 Now sith thy promise is to help,
Lord, keep thy promise then:
And save us not and evermore,
from this ill kind of men.
8 For now this wicked world is full
of mischiefs manifold:
When vanity with worldly men
so highly is extold. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English
Salvum me fac
Si vere utique
Author: J. H. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #30c (1640) Publication Date: 1640 First Line: Ye Rulers that are put in trust Lyrics: 1 Ye Rulers that are put in trust,
to judge of wrong and right:
Be all your judgements true and just,
not knowing meed or might.
2 Nay in your hearts ye mark and muse
in mischiefe to consent:
And where ye should true justice use,
Your hands to bribes are bent.
3 The wicked sort from their birth-day
have erred on this wise:
And from their mothers wombe alway
have used craft and lies.
4 In them the poyson and the breath
of Serpents do appeare;
Yea, like the Adder that is deafe,
and fast doth stop her eare.
5 Because she will not heare the voice
of one that charmeth well:
No though he were the chief of choice,
and therein did excell.
6 O God break thou the teeth at once
within their mouthes throughout:
The Tusks that in their great jaw-bones
like Lions whelps hang out.
7 Let them consume away and wast,
as water runs forth right:
The shafts that they do shoot in hast,
let them be broke in flight.
8 As snailes do wast within the shell,
and unto slime do run:
As one before his time that fell,
and never saw the Sun.
9 Before the thornes that now are young,
to bushes big shall grow:
Thy stormes of anger waxing strong,
shall take them ere they know.
10 The just shall joy, it doth them good,
that God doth vengeance take:
And they shall wash their feet in bloud
of them that him forsake.
11 Then shall the world shew forth & tell,
that good men have reward:
And that a God on earth doth dwell,
that justice doth regard. Scripture: Psalm 58 Languages: English
Si vere utique
Salvum me fac
Author: J. H. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #36 (1640) Publication Date: 1640 First Line: Save me O God, and that with speed Lyrics: 1 Save me, O God, and that with speed,
the waters flow full fast:
So nigh my soul do they proceed,
that I am sore agast.
2 I sincke full deepe in mire and clay,
whereas I feele no ground:
I fall into such floods I say,
that I am like be drownd.
3 With crying oft, I faint and quaile,
my throat is hoarse and drie
With looking up my sight doth faile,
for help to God on high.
4 My foes that guiltlesse do oppresse
my soul, with hate are led:
In number sure they are no lesse
than haires are on my head.
5 Though for no cause they vexe me sore
they prosper and are glad:
They do compell me to restore
the things I never had.
6 What I have done for want of wit,
thou Lord all times canst tell:
And all the faults that I commit,
to thee are known full well.
7 O God of hosts, defend and stay
all those that trust in thee:
Let no man doubt or shrink away,
for ought that chanceth me.
8 It is for thee and for thy sake,
that I do beare this blame:
In spite to thee they would me make
to hide my face for shame.
9 My mothers sonnes my brethren all
forsake me on a row:
And as a stranger they me call,
my face they will not know.
10 Unto thy house such zeal I beare,
that it doth pine me much:
Their checks and taunts at thee to heare.
my very heart doth grutch.
The second Part:
11 Though I do fast my flesh to chast,
yea if I weep and mone:
Yet in my teeth this thing is cast,
they passe not thereupon.
12 If I for griefe and paine of heart
in sackcloth use to walk:
Then they anon will it pervert,
thereof they jest and talk.
13 Both high and low, and all the throng
that sit within the gate:
They have me ever in their tongue,
of me they talk and prate,
14 They drunkard which in wine delight,
it is their chiefe pastime:
To seek which way to work me spight,
of me they sing and rime.
15 But thee the while, O Lord I pray,
that when it pleaseth thee,
For thy great truth thou wilt alway
send down thine aid to me.
16 Pluck thou my feet out of the mire,
from drowning do me keep:
From such as owe me wrath and ire,
and from the waters deep.
17 Lest with the waves I should be drownd
and depth my soul devoure:
And that the pit should me confound,
and shut me in her power.
18 O Lord of hoasts to me give eare,
as thou art good and kind:
And as thy mercy is most deare,
Lord, have me in thy mind.
19 And do not from thy servant hide,
nor turne thy face away:
I am opprest on every side,
in hast give eare I say.
20 O Lord unto my soul draw nigh,
the same with aid repose:
Because of their great tyrannie
acquit me from my foes.
The third Part:
21 That I abide rebuke and shame.
thou knowest, and thou canst tell:
For those that seek and work the same,
thou seest them all full well.
22 When they with brags do break my heart,
I seek for help anon:
But find no friends to ease my smart
to comfort me not one.
23 But in my meat they gave me gall,
too cruell for to think:
And gave me in my thirst withall,
strong vinegar to drink.
24 Lord, turn their table to a snare,
to take themselves therein:
And when they think full well to fare,
then trap them in the gin.
25 And let their eyes be dark and blind,
that they may nothing see:
Bow down their backs and do them bind
in thraldome for to be.
26 Powre out thy wrath as hot as fire,
that it on them may fall:
Let thy displeasure in thine ire
take hold upon them all.
27 As desarts drie their house disgrace,
their offspring eke expell:
That none thereof possesse their place,
nor in their tents once dwell.
28 If thou dost strike a man to tame,
on him they lay full sore:
And if that thou dost wound the same,
they seek to hurt him more.
29 Then let them heap up mischiefs still,
(sith they are all pervert)
That of thy favour and good will
they never have a part.
30 And raze them clean out of thy book
of life, of hope, and trust:
That for their names they never look
in number of the just.
The fourth Part:
31 Though I (O Lord) with wo and grief
have been full sore opprest
Thy help shall give me such relief,
that all shall be redrest.
32 That I may give thy Name the praise,
and shew it with a song:
I will extoll the same alwaies
with hearty thanks among.
33 Which is more pleasant unto thee,
(such mind thy grace hath born)
Than either Ox or Calfe can be:
that hath both hoof and horn.
34 When simple folk do this behold,
it shall rejoyce them sure,
And ye that seek the Lord behold,
your life for aye shall dure.
35 For why? the Lord of hoasts shall heare
the poore when they complaine:
His prispners are to him full deare,
he doth them not disdaine.
36 Wherefore the skie and earth belowe
the sea with floud and streame,
His praises shall declare and shew,
with all that live in them.
37 For sure our God will Sion save,
and Judaes Cities build:
Much folk possession there shall have,
her streets shall all be fild.
38 His servants seed shall keep the same.
all ages out of mind:
39 And there all they that love his Name,
a dwelling place shall find. Scripture: Psalm 69 Languages: English Tune Title: [Save me, O God, and that with speed]
Salvum me fac
Saepe expugnaverunt
Author: N. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #77d (1640) Publication Date: 1640 First Line: Oft they (now Israel may say) Lyrics: 1 Oft they (now Israel may say)
me from my youth assail'd:
2 Oft they assail'd me from my youth,
yet never have prevail'd.
3 Upon my back the plowers plow'd,
and furrowes long did cast:
4 The righteous God hath cut the cords
of wicked foes at last.
5 They that hate me shall be asham'd
and turned back also:
6 And made as grass upon the house,
which withers ere it grow.
7 Whereof the mower cannot find
enough to fill his hand:
Nor can he fill his lap that go'th
to gleane upon the land.
8 Nor passers by pray God on them
to let his blessing fall:
Nor say we blesse you in the Name,
of God the Lord at all. Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English
Saepe expugnaverunt
Super flumina
Author: W. W. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #81a (1640) Publication Date: 1640 First Line: When as we sat in Babylon Lyrics: 1 When as we sat in Babylon,
the rivers round about:
And in remembrance of Sion
the teares for griefe burst out:
2 We hang'd our harps and instruments,
the willow trees upon:
For in that place men for their use
had planted many one.
3 Then they to whom we prisoners were
said to us tauntingly:
Now let us heare your Hebrew songs,
and pleasant melody.
4 Alas said we, who can once frame
his sorrowfull heart to sing
The praises of our loving God
thus under a strange King?
5 But yet if I Jerusalem
out of my heart let slide:
Then let my fingers quite forget
the warbling harp to guide.
6 And let my tongue within my mouth
be ti'd for ever fast:
If that I joy before I see
thy full deliverance past.
7 Therefore (O Lord) remember now
the cursed noise and cry
That Edoms sonnes against us made,
when they raz'd our city.
Remember Lord their cruell words,
when as with one accord
They cry'd, On sack and raze their wals,
in despight of the Lord.
8 Even so shalt thou O Babylon,
at length to dust be brought:
And happy shall that man be cal'd,
that our revenge hath wrought.
9 Yea blessed shall that man be cal'd,
that takes thy children young:
To dash their bones against hard stones,
that lie the streets among. Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English Tune Title: [When as we sat in Babylon]
Super flumina
Sieh, hier bin ich armer, Herr
Hymnal: Gottiche Liebes und Lobesgethoene #d44 (1730) Publication Date: 1730 Languages: German
Sieh, hier bin ich armer, Herr
Singt, lobsingt, dem Koenig dort oben
Author: J. C. Beissel Hymnal: Gottiche Liebes und Lobesgethoene #d45 (1730) Publication Date: 1730 Languages: German
Singt, lobsingt, dem Koenig dort oben
Shepherds, rejoyce, lift up your Eyes
Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #7 (1732) Publication Date: 1732 Lyrics: I. Shepherds, rejoyce, lift up your Eyes,
And send your Fears away!
News from the Region of the Skies:
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
II. Jesus, the God, whom Angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
To Day he makes his Entrance here,
But not as Monarchs do.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
III. No Gold nor Purple swadling Bands,
Nor royal shining Things;
A Manger for his Cradle stands,
And holds the King of Kings.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
IV. Go Shepherds! where the Infant lies,
And see his humble Throne,
With Tears of Joy in all your Eyes,
Go Shepherds! kiss the Son.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
V. Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around
The heav'nly Armies throng;
They tune their Harps to lofty Sound,
And thus conclude the Song:
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
VI. Glory to God, that reigns above!
Let Peace surround the Earth:
Mortals shall know their Maker's Love,
At their Redeemer's Birth.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
VII. Lord, and shall Angels have their Songs,
And Men no Tunes to raise?
O! may we lose our useless Tongues,
When they forget to praise.
Salvation's born to Day.
Salvation's born to Day.
VIII. Glory to God that reigns above!
That pity'd us forlorn:
We join to sing our Maker's Love,
For there's a Saviour born.
Topics: Nativity of Christ Languages: English Tune Title: [Shepherds, rejoyce, lift up your Eyes]
Shepherds, rejoyce, lift up your Eyes
Sweet Jesu! when I think on thee
Hymnal: Psalmodia Germanica #17 (1732) Publication Date: 1732 Lyrics: I. Sweet Jesu! when I think on Thee,
My Heart for Joy doth leap in me.
Thy bless'd Remembrance yields Delight;
But far more sweet will be thy Sight.
II. When I th'incarnate Jesus spy,
I'm lost in Joy, in Transport die;
When with his Name I'm charm'd in song,
I with myself all Ear and Tongue.
III. Of him, who did Salvation bring,
I could for ever think and sing,
Arise, ye Guilty: he'll forgive;
Arise, ye Poor: for he'll relive.
IV. His Grace but ask, and 'twill be giv'n:
He'll raise, and turn your Hell to Heav'n.
When Sin and Sorrow wounds the Soul,
The Balm of Christ will make it whole.
V. If dismal Clouds the Mind affright,
His Beams clear up the mournful Night.
These Pleasures are beyond Compare:
His Love exceeds our Wish and pray'r.
VI. His Praise whene'er we strive to tell,
Our Pens must flag, our Tongues must fail;
The Joy's too great, we must confess;
We fell a Bliss we can't express.
VII. O wondrous Jesu! Greatest King!
The World doth with thy Triumphs ring;
Thou conquer'st all, below, above,
Dire Friends with Force, and Men with Love.
VIII. Thus diff'rent Ways thou giv'st thy Laws:
Some Terror frights; Some Softness draws.
O, dart upon us thy bright Ray,
Expelling Darkness, bringing Day.
IX. For thy Seraphick Sweets, we find,
Can cure the Conscience, and the Mind;
Chace Errors, which our Souls benight:
No Fiend nor Falshood bears thy Sight.
X. This shews the World Things hid before:
Its Glory's Shame, its Riches poor,
Its Pride Disgrace,its Pleasure Pain,
Its Wisdom Nonsense, Bus'ness vain.
XI. The Sunlike Light drives far the cold;
Enlight'ning Love, obscuring Gold;
For they whose Sight its Beams restore,
Despise the Purse, to prize the Poor.
XII. With Love of thee I'm overcome,
Entranc'd with Joy, with Pleasure dumb;
When on the Cross I thee behold,
I lose all Strength, grow dead with Cold.
XIII. The wounding Spear doth pierce my Heart;
When thou art nail'd, I feel the Smart:
Thy dying Groans my Sighs display;
Thou bow'st thy Head, I faint away.
XIV. Ye Hearts of Stone, come melt to see,
That this was done for you and me.
His Griefs procur'd, that we're forgiv'n;
And on his Blood we swim to Heav'n.
XV. To shame for Sins, he blush'd in Blood;
He clos'd his Eyes to shew us God:
Let all the World fall down, and know,
That none but God such Love could show.
XVI. His Love with equal Warmth pursue;
Burn for him, as he flam'd for you;
Love shou'd Returns of Love inspire,
And his bright Flames set us on Fire.
XVII. View well his Face, and winning Charms,
And fly with Speed into his Arms;
Thy Love, my Saviour! ne'er can cloy,
Fountain of Bliss, and Source of Joy.
XVIII. Oh! Let me ever share thy Grace,
Still taste thy Love and see thy Face;
Still let my Tongue resound thy Name,
And Jesus be my constant Theme.
XIX. For tho' I can't Words worthy speak,
Yet stop my Tongue, my Heart will break;
Big with thy Love, I must to Joy
Give Vent, lest I in Pieces fly.
XX. For when thy Charms croud in my Mind,
I split, unless a Vent I find:
Thy Merits in my Mem'ry roll;
They sooth my Thoughts, and raise my Soul.
XXI. The Love of Christ's stupendous Meat;
It fills me, yet I still could eat;
With this his Food I'm never cloy'd;
Still hungry, tho' I'm ever fed.
XXII. Insatiate to thy Spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am eve dry;
As Dropsy loves the liquid Store,
I swell, and yet I thirst for more.
XXIII. Against its Charms I can't be Proof.
Ah! who that loves can have enough?
No Heathen in this Feast delights;
It is not for such Appetites.
XXIV. No Beauty to the Blind appears:
Sweet Sounds are lost on deaven'd EArs;
Christ is to me a pleasing Feast;
They Jesus love, who Jesus taste.
XXV. Of this his Love who's once a Taste,
Will thirst for more; his Thirst will last;
But they thrice happy Lovers prove,
Whose Hearts are fill'd with Jesus; Love.
XXVI. Thy name adorns the Angels Sphere,
Pleases the Taste, and charms the Ear;
Ten thousand Times I thee desire;
If thou withdraw'st, I must expire.
XXVII. When shall thy highest Love be try'd?
When shall my soul be satisfy'd?
Remembring thee, I panting lye;
Thy Love both makes me live and die.
XXVIII. I rise and sink in Ecstasy,
Reviv'd with Love, and kill'd with Joy.
Sweet Love! in Publick still I sigh,
And still for Thee in Secret cry.
XXIX. 'Tis thee I love: For Thee alone
I shed my Tears and make my Moan.
Where'er I am, where'er I move,
I meet the Object of my Love.
XXX. In finding him, my Hours are blest;
And when he's found, I'll hold him fast.
O Bliss! the Lord I sought, appears;
My Sighs are lost with all my Fears.
XXXI. Let Love for Joy Hosanna sing;
Heav'n, Earth with Hallelujahs ring;
To celebrate this welcome Day,
I dance, and die for Love away.
XXXII. The Love of Jesus now shall last,
And keep its most transporting Taste:
No more I lose it; no more mourn;
Its Flame continual shall burn.
XXXIII. Sent from above this Fire shall glow,
Nor die as temp'ral Fire below;
It melts my Marrow, warms my Blood;
Lights up, but not consumes its Food.
XXXIV. Ev'n as the Damn'd I Heat sustain;
But mine's of Pleasure, their's of Pain.
What wond'rous Love is this I share!
It burns; yet doth refresh like Air.
XXXV. Come, Sinners! learn of me to love;
All wanton Charms from you remove;
My Passions' chaste, divinely good;
You love Men's Daughters, I my God.
XXXVI. He's sweeter than the Sweets of May;
Far clearer than the brightest Day;
More pleasing to my Taste and Eye,
Than Eastern Spice, or Eastern Sky.
XXXVII. Oh! let my Mouth thy Sweetness taste;
My Nostrils with thy Odours feast:
Still let my Lips thy Glories kiss,
Tho' I still faint beneath the Bliss.
XXXVIII. To thee I'll be for e'er confin'd,
Bliss of my Heart, Joy of my Mind!
Of Thee I think, of Thee I boast:
Who sav'd the World, won't see me lost.
XXXIX. But Christ resumes his Father's Throne.
While Angels sing, Man's left to moan.
But, Lord! I'll never part with Thee;
I'll mount up in thy Company.
XL. Come all, and fast to Jesus cleave:
Let's follow close; ne'er Jesus leave;
Both Hearts and Tongues to Jesus raise,
With Vows, and loud harmonious Lays.
XLI. That when we shall have learn'd this Art,
And from this earthly Choir depart,
He may requite our Songs of Love,
And joy us to the Choir above. Topics: Love of Christ Languages: English
Sweet Jesu! when I think on thee
Sehr, wie des Davids Geist
Hymnal: Vorspiel der Neuen-Welt #d80 (1732) Publication Date: 1732
Sehr, wie des Davids Geist
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