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All mortal vanities, begone

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #274 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul Lyrics: All mortal vanities, begone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold, amidst th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears. [Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Marked with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power. Lo! he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne; Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees and things unknown.] All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel sound Address their honors to his name. [The Joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills "Worthy art thou alone," they cry, To read the book, to loose the seals."] Our voices join the heav'nly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, To be our Teacher and our King!" His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines. Thou hast redeemed our souls from hell With thine invaluable blood; And wretches that did once rebel Are now made fav'rites of their God. Worthy for ever is the Lord, That died for treasons not his own, By every tongue to be adored, And dwell upon his Father's throne! Scripture: Revelation 5:6-9 Languages: English

Ye sons of Adam, vain and young

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #593 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul Lyrics: Ye sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire; Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth, but know There is a day of judgment too. God from on high beholds your thoughts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror through: How will you stand before his face, Or answer for his injured grace? Almighty God! turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 11:9 Languages: English

Psalm 38

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.89 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Desertion and distress of soul First Line: Amidst thy wrath remember love Lyrics: Amidst thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove Like an avenger's sword. Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. My sins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t' atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father's frown. Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my powers are whole: The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. All my desire to thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up, When Satan bids me die. [My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see 't; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. But I'll confess my guilt to thee, And grieve for all my sin; I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before thy servant die.] Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English

Amidst thy Wrath remember Love

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P38 (1766) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul Lyrics: 1 Amidst thy Wrath remember Love, Restore thy Servant Lord, Nor let a Father's Chast'ning prove Like an Avenger's Sword. 2 Thine Arrows stick within my Heart, My Flesh is sorely prest; Between the Sorrow and the Smart, My Spirit finds no Rest. 3 My Sins a heavy Load appear, And o'er my Head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t' attone. 4 My Thoughts are like a troubled Sea, My Head still bending down; And I go mourning all the Day, Beneath my Father's Frown. 5 Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my Pow'rs are whole; The inward Anguish makes me roar, The Anguish of my Soul. 6 All my Desire to Thee is known, Thine Eye counts ev'ry Tear, And ev'ry Sigh and ev'ry Groan, Is notic'd by thine Ear. 7 Thou art my GOD, my only Hope; My GOD will hear my Cry; My GOD will bear my Spirit up, When Satan bids me die. 8 [My Foot is ever apt to slide, My Foes rejoice to see't; They raise their Pleasure and their Pride, When they supplant my Feet. 9 But I'll confess my Guilt to Thee, And grieve for all my Sin; I'll mourn how weak my Graces be, And beg Support divine. 10 My GOD, forgive my Follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my Salvation haste, Before thy Servant die. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English

Guilt of Conscence and Relief; or, Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #70 (1740) Topics: Desertion and Distress of Soul First Line: Amidst thy Wrath remember Love Lyrics: 1 Amidst thy wrath remember Love, Restore thy Servant, Lord, Nor let a Father's Chast'ning prove Like an Avenger's Sword. 2 Thine Arrows stick within my Heart, My Flesh is sorely prest; Between the Sorrow and the Smart, My Spirit finds no Rest. 3 My Sins a heavy Load appear, And o'er my Head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t' attone. 4 My Thoughts are like a troubled Sea, My Head still bending down; And I go mourning all the Day, Beneath my Father's Frown. 5 Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my Pow'rs are whole; The inward Anguish makes me roar, The Anguish of my Soul. 6 All my Desire to Thee is known, Thine Eye counts ev'ry Tear; And ev'ry Sigh and ev'ry Groan, Is notic'd by thine Ear. 7 Thou art my GOD, my only Hope; My GOD will hear my Cry; My GOD will bear my Spirit up, When Satan bids me die. 8 [My Foot is ever apt to slide, My Foes rejoice to see't; They raise their Pleasure and their Pride When they supplant my Feet. 9 But I'll confess my Guilt to Thee, And grieve for all my Sin; I'll mourn how weak my Graces be, And beg Support divine. 10 My GOD, forgive my Follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my Salvation, haste, Before thy Servant die. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English