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Author: J. C. Jacobi Hymnal: PGTG1756 #110 (1732) First Line: Alone in God put thou thy trust Lyrics: I. Alone in God put thou thy Trust: Who trusts in Man, depends on Dust. There's None but God to's Promise just. The Old Simplicity is lost. II. Beware of Losing thy good Name, Fro Credit's of a tender Frame: By Pain and Labour 'tis achiev'd; Once lost, can seldom be retriev'd. III. Chatting avoid, but rather hear, Wilt thou with any Grace appear. Grave Silence meets with sure Respect; But Prating always with Neglect. IV. Despise thy self; respect the Great, T'avoid their Wrath and thy Defeat; Wilt thou find Comfort in Distress? The Meanest treat with Gentleness. V. Expel all haughty Thoughts, and flee Those Scandals of Prosperity. The Lord thy Plenty doth bestow To make thee great and humble too. VI. Fear thou the Lord, and prize him more Than radiant Gold and richest Oar: Gold may be spent, but Godly Fear Is a rich Store will ne'er impair. VII. Give to the Lord with chearful Heart, When God his Blessings doth impart; Lest thou should'st meet the woful Fate, Which CHRIST of DIVES did relate. VII. Hast thou receiv'd a Benefit? With Gratefulness thy self acquit. Pity sincere do thou express When thou se'est others in Distress. IX. In Labour spend thy youthful Age; That brings a goodly Heritage: Hard Work's unfit for Silver-Hair, When Weakness multiplies thy Care. X. Kind be to All, yet trust but Few; Pretended Friendship bid Adieu; Think on the Word, found true of Old, What glisters is not always Gold. XI. Let no Disturbance seize thy Heart, When frowning Fortune seems to thrwart: A hard Beginning, when it ends, Will make thee more than full Amends. XII. Master thy Chol'ric Thoughts within; Be angry, but commit no Sin; For Wrath bespeaks thee Satan's Slave, Who can't discern what's true of safe. XIII. Ne'er be asham'd to live and learn, If thou wilt mind thy main Concern: Wise Men make ev'ry Place their HOme; But Sluggards strave, where'er they come. XIV. One Party hear, but thine Applause Defer, till thou know'st th'other's Cause: Be just, for Prejudice misguides; There's often Faults on both the Sides. XV. Pride dates its first Original From Lucifer's and Adam's Fall: Are Many lost by Wind and Tide? More suffer Shipwreck by their Pride. XVI. Quote Nothing, but what edifies; A false Report soon grows and dies. A Gentleman well bread and born, Gives all he hears a loving Turn. XVII. Rely in all thine Exigence On thy Creator's Providence: None is forsaken by the Lord, Whose Life is guided by his Word. XVIII. Short is thy Time; Tide stays for None; The World's a Flash, that soon is gone. Be not beguil'd with sensual Charms; Thy Life's at Stake in Dinah's Arms. XIX. Thou must continue doing Good; But still expect to be withstood: What Action know'st thou ever done, Which was approv'd by Ev'ry one. XX. Upon no Riches set thy Heart, Lest it shou'd break, if they depart: That Man is wise, whose Heart is there, Where never fading Treasures are. XXI. Will Any one contend with thee? Be rather mute than disagree. One Contradiction raises Ten, And they wilt end, you know not when. XXII. Xerxes, relying on his Host, Was baffled in his haughty Boast. Art thou at War? rely on God, Who bringeth Peace, and brings the Rod. XXIII. Young thy Creator learn to fear, Wilt thou thy Course most wisely steer. Thy future Harvest will be seen, Such as thy Life and Seed have been. XXIV. Zeal for thy God prolongs thy Days. Be circumspect in all thy Ways. Things done without a wise Forecast Have ruin'd Multitudes at last. Languages: English

To Thee, O Lord, I send my Cries

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #114 (1732) Lyrics: I. To Thee, O Lord, I send my Cries: O! let them rise to heaven. And let to all my Pray'rs and Sighs A gracious Ear be given. O! make thy Word my firm Support: And grant me Faith so saving, That I, having A clean'sd and humble Heart, May all thy Statutes live in. II. And Oh, I pray Thee, O my God, Oh! give me no Denial, Destroy not with thy wrathful Rod Me in the fiery Tryal. Give living Hope when I go hence, And, with all Resignation, Destestation Of all Self-Confidence Concerning my Salvation. III. Grant me a good forgiving Mind To All that Evil bring me: Cast all my num'rous Sins behind; Renew thy Life within me. Thy Word be my continual food To keep my Soul from starving, And from starting From Thee when SATAN'S Brood My Ruin is concerting. IV. Let neither Lust nor Fear prevail To draw me from my Duty: By aiding Grace I shall not fail To walk in Faith and Beauty. For who has ought but what thou giv'st? Thy Favour none can merit; But thy Spirit, By whom thou all reliev'st, Can graciously confer it. V. I fight, Lord JESUS! and withstand, But, oh, in slipry Places; Support me with thy mighty Hand, And thine abundant Graces. When Sin and SATAN raise their Force, Let me not be affrighted, But delighted To run my Christian Course, 'Till I'm with Thee united. Topics: Spiritual Combat Languages: English Tune Title: [To Thee, O Lord, I send my Cries]

Great God! in Thee I put my Trust

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #116 (1732) Lyrics: I. Great God! in Thee I put my Trust, Preserve my soul from being lost In Shame and Desolation; Thy Grace, O Lord I, will record To ev'ry Generation. II. Vouchsafe to lend a gracious Ear, When I to Thee direct my Pray'r; Relieve thy helpless Creature; From outward Woes and secret Foes Redeem my fallen Nature. III. Thy saving Name is my Defence; I seek and draw Salvation thence; Thy Grace is my Pavillion; thou art the God, whose very Nod Can crush an hostile Million. IV. My Rock, my Refuge, and my Tow'r! I rest upon thy mighty Pow'r, And trust thy Revelation: In thy Relief I drown my Grief 'Gainst Satan's Machination. V. Whate'er my Fears and foes suggest, Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest, My Boast and sure protection. Within thy Care I boldly dare Th' whole World and Hell's Infection. VI. My Spirit I commit to Thee. My Saviour, ne'er depart from me, But grant me thy Salvation. In th' Hour of Death retake my Breath Into thy Habitation. VII. All Honour Might and Majesty To Father, Son and Spirit be, The Three for ever glorious; In whose rich Grace we'll run our Race, Till we come off victorious. Topics: Spiritual Combat Languages: English Tune Title: [Great God! in Thee I put my Trust]

Faithful God! I lay before Thee

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #117 (1732) Lyrics: Part the First: I. Faithful God! I lay before Thee All the Anguish of my Heart: Tho' thou know'st how Grief has tore me, Better than I can impart: Lord! my Weakness makes me cry, In Temptation when I vye With the Fiend, that would bereave me Of the Faith design'd to save me. II. Thou! from whom Nought is conceald, Know'st how vain's my Care and Strife; In thy Word thou hast revealed, That free Grace restores my Life: All the Good I find in me, Doth proceed alone from Thee; Thou thy saving Health bestowest On those thou in mercy knowest. III. Unto thee, my God! I'm crying, In this great Necessity; Hear my deep and frequent Sighing, Cast me not away from thee. Satan's malice overthrow, Strengthen me against the Foe; Ever keep my Faith from failing, JESUS! make thy Grace prevailing. IV. JESU! Source of our Adoption, Thou, who never didst reject Those that mourn their sad Corruption, But dost all thy sons direct: Tho' our Faith as small, through Fear, As a Mustard Seed appear, Thou canst make it O Faith's Fountain, Mighty to remove a Mountain. V. Let me find, O my Redeemer! Mercy in mine Agony; Make me conquer the Blasphemer, And break from his Slavery: Strength of Faith add by thy word; Grant to me thy Spirit's Sword; Thus shall Satan be deceived, And his Darts of Paints bereaved. VI. Holy Ghost, of equal Honour, With the Father and the Son, Of all Gifts the only Donor, Hear me from thy Holy Throne; Through thy Mercy I believe; Let me not my self deceive, But depend in my Unfitness On thy all-sufficient Greatness. VII. Rouze me up from present Dullness; Thy good Work in me advance; And relieve me, from the Fullness Of thy gracious Countenance: In me keep the Spark of Grace, That with Joy I run the Race, And obtain the Prize of SION, Which I ever keep my Eye on. Part the Second: VII. Greatest GOD! beyond Relation, Ever blessed ONE in THREE! Thou alone art my Salvation, Strengthen mine Infirmity: Quench thou Satan's fiery Dart, E'er it reach my trembling Heart, Lest the Want of Consolation Drive me into Desperation. IX. Guard me from his vile Devices, Which thou know'st are numberless; Keep me free, when he intices, From a fatal Carelessness: Grant me such a Strength that I May withstand him valiantly, And avoid his secret paces, Thro' thine all-sufficient Graces. X. Reach thy Hand to thy frail Creature, That is now in Terror fast, Shrinking under feeble Nature, Till the mighty Storm is past. Lead me by the Holy Ghost, So that Satan may not boast Of his having disappointed Me, thy Child, thou hast anointed. XI. Come, O Mighty, whom I wait on; Be my Rock and Confidence; I've not Strength to combat SATAN. Raise me to some Eminence; And relieve me with thy Shield, That I may obtain the Field, Overcome that grand Destroyer, That has ever been a Lyar. XII. All my Life shall be employed In thy Praise, with all my Might, That the Fiend has been destroyed, And with Shame has lost the Fight: Glorious shall thy Mercy be, Here, and in Eternity; Heav'n and Earth, O great Jehovah! Shall resound with Hallelujah. Topics: Spiritual Distress Languages: English Tune Title: [Faithful God! I lay before Thee]

Come hither! saith our blessed Lord

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #121 (1732) Lyrics: I. Come hither! saith our blessed Lord: Come all to me with one Accord, Ye heavy laden Creatures Come hither, all ye weary Souls; I'll give you Rest from all your Toils; And mould anew your Natures. II. My Yoke is sweet, my Burthen light; Who'll take it up shall 'scape the Weight Of lasting condemnation; I will assist him with my Strength, To conquer Sin, and gain at Length The Prize of his Salvation. III. My active and my passive Zeal Was to perform my Father's Will, And set a bright Example, To guide your Thoughts and Actions by; If this is fix'd before your Eye, Your Heart shall be my Temple. IV. The world whould chuse the Bliss I shew, Was it not charg'd to bid Adieu To its own will and Pleasure: Alas! there is no other Path But a true meed and humble Faith That leads to endless Treasure. V. What Creature on this Earthly Ball Was ever found, since ADAM'S Fall, Without its rueful Story. Who'll here not bear for JESUS' Sake, Hereafter endless Shame shall take, And strip of all his Glory. VI. To Day the man looks bright and gay; Anon falls sick and faints away; Or Death cuts short his Flower. Just as a Lilly blooms and dies, So quick away the World still flies With all its Fame and Power. VII. The Worldling dreads the Name of Death; And startled by a dying Breath He makes a quick Submission. He tires himself with Trifles here, Th'immortal Soul's his meanest Care, Whilst in a hail Condition. VIII. But when he feels, he cannot live, He fancies, that a Lord forgive Will purchase his Salvation: But, ah! the long rejected Grace May no more shine upon his Face, May no more have Compassion. IX. What doth the Miser's Store avail? Or what the Young Man's Strength? Both fail, When Death's to give the Trial: Hast thou at Hand the richest Store, All Earthly Wit, all earthly Pow'r, Death would take no Denial. X. No Respite Learning can obtain; All worldly Grandeur is in vain, To thwart the fatal Sentence: Who will not seek his Saviour's Face In the bright Days of offer'd Grace, Must die without Repentance. XI. But ye, dear Foll'wers of the Lamb, That suffer here in JESUS Name, Your Cross shall end in Glory: Keep close to God's revealed Will, And still keep up a Christian Zeal, To flight what's transitory. XII. Return ye Good for evil Deeds; Your Innocence at last succeeds, In Spite of Worldly Crosses: Give God the Vengeance of your Cause; Observe your Saviour's Gospel-Laws, He will retrieve your Losses. XIII. Were you to live in constant Ease, And live as long as you should please, Your Faith wou'd soon be wasting; But Crosses keep, like wholesome Salt, The Flesh from Falling and Revolt, And Ruin everlasting. XIV. Think not the Cross a bitter Pill; Reflect what Reprobates must feel In their despairing Station, Where Soul and Body must endure Pains past Expression and past Cure, Without the least Cessation. XV. But you, that make a better Choice, Shall share your great Redeemer's Joys When this your Warfare's over; No Mortal Tongue can e'er express, With what Rewards the God of Grace Will crown his faithful Lover. XVI. And what our great and gracious Lord Has promis'd in his holy Word, And seal'd with his own Spirit, He will perform and safely bring Our Souls where Saints and Angels sing Of his eternal Merit. Topics: Mystery of the Cross Languages: English Tune Title: [Come hither! saith our blessed Lord]

O Lord, how many Miseries

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #125 (1732) Lyrics: I. O Lord, how many Miseries Assault and discompose my Peace; The Path that leads to SION'S Gate Is full of Thorns, and very streight. II. How hard it is for Flesh and Blood To seek the everlasting Good; I know not where to turn my Face, But, Christ! to thy redeeming Grace. III. My Heart has never been dismay'd, Whene'er to thee it look'd for Aid; No Mortal yet was ever lost, Who put in CHRIST alone his Trust. IV. That thou art God, as well as Man, Lord, thy redeeming Pow'r makes plain; No greater Wonder has been heard, Than this, that God in Flesh appear'd. V. He sav'd us by his Death and Tomb, From Sin, and from the Wrath to come: My Jesu, Lord and God alone! What Name is sweeter than thy own? VI. No Grief can ever be so sore, But thy Salvation cheers us more; No Pain so raging but thy Name Can still asswage and heal the same. Vii. Nay, though my Flesh and Heart shou'd fail, Thy Presence, Lord! will yet prevail; Enjoying thee, and thy free Love, I share the Bliss of Saints Above. VIII. Thine would I be in Soul and Mind, And leave Sin, Death, and Hell behind; Nor can I better fix my Trust, Than in the God of whom I boast. IX. Thou never cast forsake thy Child, That by thy Grace is reconcil'd; Thou art the Shepherd of my soul, That ever keeps me sound and whole. Par the Second: X. Thou art my Comfort and Renown, My Treasure and eternal Crown; No Tongue can tell, no Voice can sing What Joy the Name of Christ doth bring. XI. He that has Faith and Charity, Can by Experience join with me; I'd make this bold Assertion good, And dare to seal it with my Blood. XII. Were there no Joy in God for me, 'Twere better I should never be; For he that has not CHRIST within, Is dead in Trespasses and Sin. XIII. My Soul's fond Bridegroom and Delight; Thou Pearl, above all others bright, In thee I justly more rejoice, Than in the World's most glitt'ring Toys. XIV. As often as I think on thee, My Heart for Joy doth leap in me; When e'er I fix in thee my Hope, I find a Comfort bears me up. XV. When in my Pain I pray and sing, My Heart is quite another Thing; Thy Spirit witnesses, that this Is but the Fore-taste of thy Bliss. XVI. Therefore while Life remains with me, I'll bear the Cross and follow thee: To Thee direct this Heart of mine; Let it to Nothing else incline, XVII. And aid me by thy mighty Grace, With Joy to run my Christian Race; Help me to conquer Flesh and Blood, And make my Christian Warfare good. XVIII. Preserve my Faith from Error free, That I may live and die in Thee; My Saviour, grant me my Desire, Let me be Thine when I expire. Topics: Mystery of the Cross Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, how many Miseries]

Jesu, Source of gladness

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #128 (1732) Lyrics: I. Jesu! Source of Gladness, Comfort in my Sadness, Thou canst end my Grief; Lord, thy Sight I'm wanting, While my Heart is panting, After thy Relief. Saviour Christ! my Lamb and Priest! Heav'n and Earht, without thy Treasure, Can afford no Pleasure. II. Under thy Protection, Hell and Sin's Infection Cannot hurt my Heart. Winds may roar and thunder Satan seek to plunder; Vain is all his Art. Lightnings Glare may sadly scare, And disturb the whole Creation, CHRIST is my Salvation. III. I defy all Evil, Sword, Death, Hell, and Devil, With their Slavish Fear. Tho' the World's me stinging, Yet I will be singing, For my God is near. Satan's Clan may curse and ban; Earth and Hell must soon be quiet, Tho' they storm and riot. IV. All ye worldly Treasures! With your Sinful Pleasures, To your Slaves remove! Honour and Ambition, Cease your Opposition To my sacred Love; Death and Pain, with all their Train, Shall do Nothing but discover How I love my Lover. V. I would leave for JESUS All the Gold of CROESUS, And its dazzling Show. Sifters of Ambition! Your admir'd Condition Must expire in Woe. Get ye, hence, ye Joys of Sense, To the Men of Wit and Pleasure; JESUS is my Treasure. VI. Fly,ye gloomy spirits; JESUS with his Merits Is my Guard and Prop. Those that love TH' ANOINTED, Shan't be disappointed Of their living Hope. While I here with Patience bear, CHRIST is turning all my Sadness Into Joy and Gladness. Topics: Self-Denial Languages: English Tune Title: [Jesu, Source of Gladness]

Greatest High-Priest, Saviour CHRIST

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #130 (1732) Lyrics: I. Greatest High-Priest, Saviour CHRIST, Who for me wast sacrific'd, Make my Heart, thro' thy blest Passion, To thy self a pure Oblation. II. Thy pure Love accepts of nought But what by thy Love is wrought. What's not of thy own Formation, Ne'er attaineth to Salvation. III. Kill in me what is unclean; Kill in me the root of Sin; Snatch my Heart from its Pollution, To th'old Man's entire Confusion. IV. To the Altar lay the Wood, And consume old ADAM's Brood. Source of all celestial Graces, Let me die in thine Embraces. V. Lo, at Length it shall appear, That the Lord has heard my Pray'r, Lo, e'en in my present Station, He'll be pleas'd with my Oblation. Topics: Giving up the Heart to God Languages: English Tune Title: [Greatest High-Priest Saviour Christ]

Soul, what Return has thy Creator

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #131 (1732) Lyrics: I. Soul, what Returns has thy Creator For all he gives, and all thou hast?] What is in all thy needy Nature, That can delight his holy Breast? The best of Off'rings he requires, Is thy whole Heart with its Desires. II. Give God his own, if thou'lt be giving: Say, Lord, who best deserves my Heart? Can Belsebub, who hates the living, Or any Creature claim a Part? No, God, to Thee I all assign, My Body, Soul, and all that's mine. III. Accept, O Lord, what thou requirest, The first Fruits of my Heart; that Store That Off'ring thou so much admirest, And paidst, oh! paidst so dearly for. To Thee, my God, I now resign My Heart, to be for ever thine. IV. Where can my Heart be best improved, But with Thee, Lord, who gav'st me Breath? Thee can I call my best Beloved, For Thou hast lov'd me unto Death; My Heart with Thine from hence shall be One Heart to all Eternity. Topics: Giving up the Heart to God Languages: English

Never will I part with Christ

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #132 (1732) Lyrics: I. Never will I part with CHRIST, Since he dy'd for my Salvation; Nay, I would be sacrific'd To obtain this Consolation, That I might enjoy the Sight Of his good and gracious Light. II. JESUS will I never leave, Whilst I breath and have my Senses; From his Merits I receive Pardon for my past Offences; all the Powers of my Mind To my Saviour are resign'd. III. Shou'd I lose my very Sight Touch and Hearing, Smell and Tasting, Lord, thy Love shall give me Light When my nat'ral Oil is wasting; When from Earth my Life is rent, CHRIST shall b my Element. IV. Less, far less, I then shall part With my Lord, when in his Glory I shall see my loving Heart Rais'd above what's transitory; Then with all his faithful Race I'll rejoice before his Face. V. Earth nor Heav'n can satisfy One Desire of God's inspiring; Only JESUS can supply All I'm piously desiring. He's the Object of my Love Here, and when from hence I move. VI. With my JESUS I will stay, For he is my new Creator, And my Life and Truth, my Way, Leading me to living Water. Blessed, who can say with me, CHRIST! I'll never part with Thee. Topics: Patience and Constancy Languages: English Tune Title: [Never will I part with Christ]