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God is the Hope of the Helpless

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #268 (1787) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul; Desertion and Distress of Soul 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

Psalm 143

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.322 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul 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

My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P143 (1766) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul 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 ancient 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, for ever hide his Love? 7 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. 8 The Night is Witness to my Tears, Distressing Pains, distressing Fears; O might I hear thy Morning Voice, How would my weary'd Pow'rs rejoice! 9 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. 10 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. 11 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. 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 an dBody

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #262b (1740) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul 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 ancient 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, for ever hide his Love? 7 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. 8 The Night is Witness to my Tears, Distressing Pains, distressing Fears; O might I hear thy Morning Voice, How would my weary'd Pow'rs rejoice! 9 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. 10 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. 11 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. 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

Psalm 13

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.25 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul First Line: How long, O Lord, shall I complain Lyrics: How long, O Lord, shall I complain, Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide, And I still pray, and be denied? Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not Still shall my soul thine absence mourn, And still despair of thy return? How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed? And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief: If thou withhold thy heav'nly light, I sleep in everlasting night. How will the powers of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost! But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Psalm 13

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.26 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays That chase my fears away? How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control, And ease my raging pain. See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed In death's eternal sleep. How would the tempter boast aloud If I become his prey! Behold, the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay. But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Where all my hopes have hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And victory shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

How long, O Lord! shall I complain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P13a (1766) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord! shall I complain, Like one that seeks his GOD in vain. Canst thou thy Face for ever hide? And I still pray and be deny'd? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my Soul thine Absence mourn? And still despair of thy Return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled Breast Be with these anxious Thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious Foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick Relief, Before my Death conclude my Grief; If thou with-hold thy heav'nly Light, I sleep in everlasting Night. 5 How will the Pow'rs of Darkness boast, If but one praying Soul be lost? But I have trusted in thy Grace, And shall again behold thy Face. 6 Whate'er my Foes or Fears suggest, Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest, My Heart shall feel thy Love, and raise My chearful Voice to Songs of Praise. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

How long wilt thou conceal thy Face?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P13b (1766) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face? My GOD, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly Rays That chace my Fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring Soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy Word can all my Foes controul, And ease my raging Pain. 3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries All his malicious Arts He spreads a Mist around my Eyes, And throws his fiery Darts. 4 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield, My Soul in Safety keep; Make Haste before mine Eyes are seal'd In Death's eternal Sleep. 5 How would the Tempter boast aloud If I become his Prey! Behold the Sons of Hell grow proud At thy so long Delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy Rebuke, And Satan hide his Head; He knows the Terrors of thy Look, And hears thy Voice with Dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign Grace, Where all my Hopes have hung; I shall employ my Lips in Praise, And Vict'ry shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaints under Temptations of the Devil

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #22b (1740) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy Face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face? My GOD, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly Rays That chace my Fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring Soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy Word can all my Foes controul, And ease my raging Pain. 3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries All his malicious Arts He spreads a Mist around my Eyes, And throws his fiery Darts. 4 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield, My Soul in Safety keep; Make Haste, before mine Eyes are seal'd In Death's eternal Sleep. 5 How would the Tempter boast aloud If I become his Prey! Behold the Sons of Hell grow proud At thy so long Delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy Rebuke, And Satan hide his Head; He knows the Terrors of thy Look, And hears thy Voice with Dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign Grace, Where all my Hopes have hung; I shall employ my Lips in Praise, And Vict'ry shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Bless'd be the everlasting God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #239 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul Lyrics: Blest be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored. When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust, Yet as the Lord our Savior rose, So all his followers must. There's an inheritance divine Reserved against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot waste away. Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home. Scripture: 1 Peter 1:3-5 Languages: English