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To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship #d848 (1848)

To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d878 (1843)

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XXVIII (1785) First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent pray'r in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I lift my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falsehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms #28 (1793) First Line: To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falsehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance gives the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let ev'ry saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pard'ning grace, And feed thy church with heav'nly food. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

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.) #51 (1786) First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm; Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #51 (1790) First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falsehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm; Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

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.) #56 (1786) First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm; Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the Refuge of the Afflicted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #56 (1787) First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance give the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But, ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm; Christ his death and resurrection; Fears in the worship of God; Lord's day psalm Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English

God the refuge of the afflicted

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #59a (1791) First Line: To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervent prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. 2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill, I left my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still, With impious hypocrites away. 3 To sons of falsehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy vengeance gives the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. 4 But ever blessed by the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice, My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. 5 Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Saviour God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pard'ning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English