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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
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
Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing
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
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
Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan
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
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
Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing
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
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
Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan
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
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
God is the Hope of the Helpless
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
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.) #252 (1786) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within:
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The antient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #252 (1790) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within,
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The antient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
God is the Hope of the Helpless
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.) #268 (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
God is the Hope of the Helpless
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #268 (1787) 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
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
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.) #269 (1786) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within:
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The antient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #269 (1787) Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances; Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within:
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The actient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Why should this earth delight us so?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #458 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances Lyrics:
Why should this earth delight us so?
Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And every pleasure dies ?
While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his power.
Nature shall be dissolved and die,
The sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Savior's face.
When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?
Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English
Why should this earth delight us so?
Psalm 77 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.164 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: To God I cried with mournful voice Lyrics:
To God I cried with mournful voice,
I sought his gracious ear,
In the sad day when troubles rose,
And filled the night with fear.
Sad were my days, and dark my nights,
My soul refused relief;
I thought on God the just and wise,
But thoughts increased my grief.
Still I complained, and still oppressed,
My heart began to break;
My God, thy wrath forbade my rest,
And kept my eyes awake.
My overwhelming sorrows grew,
Till I could speak no more;
Then I within myself withdrew,
And called thy judgments o'er.
I called back years and ancient times
When I beheld thy face;
My spirit searched for secret crimes
That might withhold thy grace.
I called thy mercies to my mind
Which I enjoyed before;
And will the Lord no more be kind?
His face appear no more?
Will he for ever cast me off?
His promise ever fail?
Has he forgot his tender love?
Shall anger still prevail?
But I forbid this hopeless thought;
This dark, despairing frame,
Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought;
Thy hand is still the same.
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.
Grace dwells 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
Psalm 77 Part 1
Psalm 77 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.165 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: How awful is thy chast'ning rod! Lyrics:
"How awful is thy chast'ning rod!"
May thy own children say:
"The great, the wise, the dreadful God!
How holy is his way !"
I'll meditate his works of old,
The King that reigns above;
I'll hear his ancient wonders told,
And learn to trust his love.
Long did the house of Joseph lie
With Egypt's yoke oppressed;
Long he delayed to hear their cry,
or gave his people rest.
The sons of good old Jacob seemed
Abandoned to their foes;
But his almighty arm redeemed
The nation that he chose.
Isr'el, his people and his sheep,
Must follow where he calls;
He bade them venture through the deep,
And made the waves their walls.
The waters saw thee, mighty God!
The waters saw thee come;
Backward they fled, and frighted stood,
To make thine armies room.
Strange was thy journey through the sea
Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown;
Terrors attend the wondrous way
That brings thy mercies down.
[Thy voice, with terror in the sound,
Through clouds and darkness broke;
All heav'n in lightning shone around,
And earth with thunder shook.
Thine arrows through the skies were hurled;
How glorious is the Lord!
Surprise and trembling seized the world,
And his own saints adored.
He gave them water from the rock,
And safe, by Moses' hand,
Through a dry desert led his flock
Home to the promised land.]
Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English
Psalm 77 Part 2
Psalm 143
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.322 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics:
My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succor from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known!
Let judgment not against me pass;
Behold, thy servant pleads thy grace:
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burden me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long buried and forgot.
I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain
For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn:
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God for ever hide his love?
My God, thy long delay to save
Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
O might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my wearied powers rejoice!
In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my heavy soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
Which is the path my feet should go;
If snares and foes beset the road,
I flee to hide me near my God.
Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heav'nly hill;
Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.
Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Psalm 143
Long have I sat beneath the sound
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #451 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Remembrance of former deliverances Lyrics:
Long have I sat beneath the sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!
Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain;
How small a portion of thy grace
My memory can retain!
[My dear Almighty, and my God,
How little art thou known
By all the judgments of thy rod,
And blessings of thy throne!]
How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
Great God! thy sovereign power impart
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.
[Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.]
Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English
Long have I sat beneath the sound
