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From God, the Lord my Saviour

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #134 (1732) Lyrics: I. From God, the Lord my Saviour, I'll never swerve nor stray; Whose Love, and kind Behaviour, Doth never die away. He always is the same: He shortens all my sorrow, And will relieve to Morrow, Blest be his holy Name. II. When I am disappointed Of all Mankind's Relief, I fly to the Anointed Who softens all my Grief; He ne'er denies his Love To his distressed Creature, Tho' my depraved Nature He sharply doth reprove. III. On him I am relying E'en in the greatest Stress' He's daily verifying The many Promises He in his Word has made; My Life, my Breath and Motion Shall be at his Devotion, Whose Love can never fade. IV. Hi gracious Inclination Tends to my greatest Good, Seeks all Minkind's Salvatin By his own precious Blood, In whom we are restor'd, To his Paternal Kindness, And sav'd from sinful Blindness. His Name be e'er ador'd. V. Praise him with Hearts and voices; Which to that End were giv'n; For CHRIST himself rejoices To find our Thoughts in Heav'n: All other Time is lost, We spend in trifling Pleasures Regardless of those Treasures, Bought at our SAVIOUR"S Cost. VI. And when the present Fashion Of this deceitful World, With all its Ostentation, Down to its Doom is hurl'd; Then those redeem'd by CHRIST Shall from the Grave's Corruption Be rais'd to sing th' Adoption: Hosanna in the High'st! VII. Thus, whilst I bear with Patience The present Misery, Due to my Disobedience; Yet blest Eternity I have within my View; Where my Redeemer's Glory Will change my mournful Story, And form me quite anew. VIII. This is the Father's Pleasure, Who rais'd us from the Dust; His Son has endless Treasure Laid up for all the Just; And God the Holy Ghost Will shew the new Creation, And bring us to that Station, Where he shall love him most. Topics: Cheerfulness of Faith Languages: English

In God, the Lord most just

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #136 (1732) Lyrics: I. In God, the Lord most just, I place my only Trust, For he is my Redeemer From Sin and the Blasphemer, He can and will relive me From what may hurt and grieve me. II. Tho' sin doth rage and tear, Yet I will not despair, For CHRIST is my Salvation, In Spite of all Damnation: On him I am relying While living or when dying. III. Shou'd my last Minute come; That will convey me home, Where I shall see th' Intention Of CHRIST and his Redemption. I die now or to Morrow Then cease all Sin and Sorrow. IV. O Lord God, JESUS CHRIST, Our Saviour and High Priest, Thy bloody Wounds and Psssion Surpass or Declaration. No Praise of Men or Spirits Can rise up to thy Merits. V. Amen, with one Accord Let us intreat the Lord To guide us with his Spirit Till we at last inherit Our great Redeemer's Glory Farewell what's Transitory. Topics: Cheerfulness of Faith Languages: English Tune Title: [In God the Lord most just]

God is our Refuge in Distress

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #138 (1732) Lyrics: I. God is our Refuge in Distress, Our string Defence and Armour, He's present, when we're comfortless, In Storms he is our Harbour; Th' infernal Enemy Look! how enrag'd is he! He now exerts his Force To stop the Gospel-Course; Who can withstand the Tyrant? II. All human Power is but dust; Our Strength an idle Story: The Valiant Man, in whom we trust, Is CHRIST, the Son of Glory. He is the Conquerour, Vested with sov'reign Pow'r. The Lord both Great and Good, The only living god, Gains us the Field of Battle. III. If all the Devl's shou'd wage the War, In Order to destroy us, They should not once put us in Fear; The Vict'ry wou'd be joyous. We dare the Prince of Hell; With Fury let him swell; He cannot hurt one Hair; We shall escape the Snare; CHRIST"S single Word can rout him. IV. His Word puts all our Foes to Flight; With Shame they are confounded; For CHRIST instructs our Hands to fight; His Spirit is unbounded: Tho' we shou'd lose our Lives, Fame, Children, Goods and Wives, Destroy Hell what it can, 'Twill find but little Gain, God's Kingdom is our Portion. Topics: Cheerfulness of Faith Languages: English Tune Title: [God is our Refuge in Distress]

Is God for me? what is it

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #139 (1732) Lyrics: I. Is God for me? what is it That men can do to me? As oft my God I visit, All Woes give Way and flee: If God, my Head and Master, Defend me from above, What Pain or what Disaster Can drive me from his Love. II. Of this I am persuaded, And boast how openly, That he, whose Love ne'er faded, Is wholly turn'd to me; And that in Change and Chances He stands at my right Hand, And, when the Storm advances, 'Tis calm at his Command. III. The Ground of my Profession Is JESUS and his Blood, Which gives me the Possession Of th' everlasting Good: What is my Breath, while living, But Smoak and Vanity? Does not then what CHRIST'S giving, Deserve all Love from me? IV. My JESUS and his Merit Is all I seek and care; Were he not with my Spirit, Ah! I shou'd soon despair. God's just and holy Nature Cou'd never bear in Sight; So foul and vile a Creature As I am in his Light. V. 'Tis CHRIST, who has abolish'd The Claim of Hell and Sin; His Grace has cleans'd and polish'd My humbled Soul within: In him I raise with Gladness My Voice and Courage up, And dare indulge no Sadness, As one that has no Hope. VI. I know no Condemnation, No Law, that speaks Despair; And Satan's Imprecation, I treat with scornful Air: No Judgment nor sad Tiding Creates Uneasiness; 'Tis JESUS I confide in, Who skreens me with his Grace. VII. His Spirit is the Sov'reign Possessor of my Heart, No Grief there dares to govern; He checks the deepest Smart. He gives his Benediction; And, as he dwells in me, Cries ABBA in Affliction With holy Fervency. VIII. When seiz'd with Fear and Anguish I feel my wretchedness, He sighs and speaks a Language, My Tongue ne'er can express; But God, who knows the Motion, His Spirit works in me, Is pleas'd with the Devotion Rais'd from Humility. IX. His Spirit chears my Spirit With many a sav'ry Word, That those may Grace inherit, Whose Rest is in the Lord; Who know he doth a Building In Heav'n anew contrive; Both Heart and Senses yielding To All that they believ. X. There is my sure Adoption Secur'd and seal'd withal: My Flesh may see Corruption, But Heav'n can never fail. And though with Tears I'm sowing This Vale of Misery, The Light of CHRIST'S bestowing Chears all Adversity. XI. Who enters his Alliance, 'Gainst Satan, World and Sin, Will find their fierce Annoyance Without, and from within; Reproach, Shame, Contradiction, Will fall upon his Head; All Manner of Affliction Will be his daily Bread. XII. This all I have digested, Yet keep my Chearfulness. On God my Care is rested; In him I acquiesce: To him I give my treasure, And all I am and have; His Live transcends all Pleasure Here and beyond the Grave. XIII. Shou'd Earth lose its Foundation, Thou stand'st my lasting Rock; No temp'ral Desolation Shall give my Love a Shock: No Sword nor Persecution, No Want nor Nakedness, Shall cause a Diminution Of Love I now profess. XIV. No Angel, Pow'r, nor Gladness, No shining Diadem, No Passion, Love, nor Sadness, No Cruelty, nor Flame, Of what Denomination, Be't strong, weak, great, or small, Can breed a Separation 'Twixt me and God my All. XV. My Heart o'erflows with Pleasure, And knows not how to grieve; My Song bespeaks the Treasure Of Joy, I now conceive: The Sun, whose bright Enjoyment I feel, is CHRIST, my Love, Who gives me sweet Employment, And lives and reigns above. Topics: Cheerfulness of Faith Languages: English

Now let us praise the Lord with Body, Soul and Spirit

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #144 (1732) Lyrics: I. Now let us praise the Lord with Body, Soul and Spirit; Who doth such wondrous Things beyond our Sense and Merit, Who from our Mother's Womb and tender Infancy Preserves our tender Lives in Health and Liberty. II. O gracious God, bestow on us, whilst Life's remaining, An ever chearful Mind, and Peace that's ever reigning. Keep us in Innocence and Christian Constancy: Thy Grace convey us Home to blest Eternity. II. All Praise and Glory be to God our Heav'nly Father, And to his only son, who all his Saints does gather, And to the Holy Ghost, O blessed Three in one! Thy Might and Majesty to all the World be know. Topics: Praise of God Languages: English Tune Title: [Now let us praise the Lord with Body, Soul and Spirit]

My Soul! exalt the Lord thy God

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #145 (1732) Lyrics: I. My Soul! exalt the Lord thy God, And all that's in me bless his Name, Make known his wondrous Works abroad, And oh, my Heart, retain the same; He pardons all thy Trespasses; Thy Frailties he repairs; Preserves thy Life from great distress, With mercy crowns thy Years; He satisfies thy Mouth with Good; Renews thine Age with Strength; The Lord hath Judgments for the proud, And saves th' Oppres'd at Length. II. He has reveal'd his wondrous Ways; By MOSES was his Justice known; He sent the World his Truth and Grace, By th' Incarnation of his Son. His Anger doth abate betimes; And when his Rod is felt, His Strokes are fewer than our Crimes, And lighter than our Guilt; His Grace shall be for ever blest With those that love his Name; Far as the East is from the West, He casts our Sin and Shame. III. As Fathers, mov'd with Tenderness, Correct their growing Children's Faults; So chastens God, yet loves no less Those who revere him in their Thoughts; He knows our short and feeble Breath; He knows we are but dust; His rising Wrath is big with Death; He summons, die we must: Our transient Days pass quick away; They're like the tender flower, One blasting Gale, one scorching Ray Destroys it in an Hour. IV. But thy Compassions, Lord, endure, Now and to all Eternity; And All shall find thy Promise sure, That keep thy Statutes faithfully. The Lord, our great and glorious King, Has fix'd his Throne on high' Ye Angels, to his Glory sing, And Men beneath the Sky. Join Hearts, and Lips with one Accord, And praise his holy Name, My Soul, according to his Word, Do thou repeat the same. V. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost Be Glory, Might and Majesty; He is the God, of whom we boast; On whose kind Promise we rely; Let our united Zeal be shewn His glorious Fame to raise; For he's the God, whose Name alone Deserves our endless Praise. Thus we with humble Confidence Sum up our best Desire, And saying AMEN, in this Sense, Our Faith shall ne'er expire. Topics: Praise of God Languages: English Tune Title: [My Soul, exalt the Lord thy God]

What Thanks can I repay to Thee, my God, my Saviour

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #147 (1732) Lyrics: I. What Thanks can I repay to Thee, my God, my Saviour, For thy long-suff'ring Grace, and Father-like Behaviour? When I was but a Lump of Sin and Trespasses, Did Nothing but provoke thy Wrath, O God of Grace. II. Great Love hast thou bestow'd on me, thy wretched Creature; Malice I multiplied, but thou thy loving Nature; I contradicted Thee; Repentance I deferr'd; But Thou delay'dst the Pain I had so long deserv'd. III. That now I'm turn'd to Thee, is wholly thy Production; Thou hast subdu'd in me the Tyrant of Corruption. Lord, 'tis thy sov'reign Love that's ev'ry Morn renew'd, Has broke my flinty Heart, and with thy Grace endu'd. IV. What cou'd I of my self but grieve thy holy Spirit, Finding thy Grace was past my own Desire and Merit. I'd Pow'r enough to fall from Thee, the God of Grace. But cou'd not raise my self, to seek thy Righteousness. V. 'Tis thou hast lift me up, and set my Feet a running The Ways of thy Commands, which I before was shunning. Amazing Work of Grace to change a Rebel so, That now I love the Truth, and shun of Sin the Woe. VI. That I may not relapse into my old Condition, Grant me thy constant Aid, and grant me still Contrition; Exert thy mighty Strength in mine Infirmity; Renew my Mind to love and serve Thee constantly. VII. Lord, guide me by thy Hand while my frail Life is moving; Leave me not to my self, nor to my Nature's Roving; Except I'm led by Thee, my Feet mistake thy Ways; Supported by thy Hand, I run the Paths of Grace. VIII. O Father, glorious God, hear this my Supplication; Lord JESU, Source of Grace, reveal thy great Salvation; God, Holy Ghost, be Thou my Guide and Governour, Then shall I praise Thee right both now and evermore. Topics: Praise of God Languages: English

Wonderful Creator

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #149 (1732) Lyrics: I. Wonderful Creator, Sov'rein Arbitrator! Look upon us in thy Mercy. Christ, our blessed Saviour, Slight not our Behaviour, Though we have rebell'd against Thee. Lord, our King! Maake us sing, With a due Contrition, And profound Submission. II. Heav'n! proclaim the Honour Of thy mighty Donor, Far beyond the whole Creation. Sun! let this Day's Duty Shew thy Author's Beauty, In thy Course without Cessatin. Ev'ry Star In the Air Pay him due Allegiance In your fix'd Obedience. III. O my Soul and Spirit! Praise the glorious Merit Of the Lord, without dissembling; All, who've Breath and Motion, Pay him your Devotion, And rejoice with Fear and Trembling, Great nd Good Is our God, Of eternal Story, And the King of Glory. IV. Raise your Hymns of Praises To the Name of JESUS, All that taste the Heav'nly MANNA! He, that thus rejoices, Join with all our Voices, And repeat devout HOSANNA. Blest are all, That can call CHRIST their Joy and Treasure; They'll be fill'd with Pleasure. Topics: Praise of God Languages: English Tune Title: [Wonderful Creator]

The Malabarian Hymn

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #151 (1732) First Line: All Glory to the Sov'rein Good Lyrics: I. All Glory to the Sov'rein Good And Father of Compassion, The God our Help and sure Abode, Whose gracious Visitation Renews his Blessings ev'ry Day, And takes our greatest Grief away: Give to our God the Glory. II. The Heav'nly Hosts with Awe proclaim The Praise of their Creator; All living on this earthly Frame, All that's produc'd in Nature, Speak their Divine Original, Imprest most wisely on them all: Give to our God the Glory. III. What is created by our God, Enjoys his Preservation; 'Tis he extends o'er all abroad His Father-like Compassion. Throughout the Kingdom of his Grace Prevail his Truth and Righteousness: Give to our God the Glory. IV. In my Distress I rais'd with Faith To God my Supplication; My Saviour rescu'd me from Death, And gave me Consolation This makes my Heart with Thankfulness Rejoice before the Lord of Grace: Give to our God the Glory. V. The Lord in Truth has ne'er forsook His faithful Generation; He's still their Refuge, Strength and Rock, Their Buckler of Salvation; He leads them with a Mother's Care; Through Dismal Dangers, guards from Fear: Give to our God the Glory. VI. When all the Creatures here deny Their Help with Consolation, Our great Creator then is nigh, With Succour and Compassion, And sets the humble Souls at Rest That lives abandon'd and opprest: Give to our God the Glory. VII. Thy Praise, O Lord! shall be my Song As long as Breath I'm drawing; Thy Name shall dwell on every Tongue Where'er thy Love is growing. My Heart! with all thy Strength adore This God of Grace this God of Pow'r; And give him all the Glory. VIII. All ye that name the Name of CHRIST, Give to our God the Glory; All who confess his Pow'r the high'st Despise what's transitory; Renounce the Idols of our own. The Lord is God, whose Name alone Deserves all Praise and Glory. IX. Then come before his holy Face With joyful Acclamation; Extol the Wonders of his Grace, In your submissive Station; The Lord has order'd all Things best, Ye convert souls in East and West. Give to our God the Glory. Topics: Praise of God Languages: English

Sha'nt I sing to my Creator?

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #153 (1732) Lyrics: I. Sha'nt I sing to my Creator? Sha'nt I give him Thanks and Praise? Who by ev'ry Thing in Nature Magnifies his tender Grace: What but loving Condescension Still enclines his faithful Heart, To support and take their part, Who pursue his blest Intention: All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. II. As a Hen is us'd to gather Her young Brood beneath her Wings, So has God my Heav'nly Father, Kept me safe from dismal Things, From the Hour of my Formation, When he breathed Life in me, Rearing it by each Degree, Till he brought me to this Station. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. III. Nay, his darling Son eternal He delivers up for me, To redeem me from infernal Death and endless Misery. Depth of Love beyond Dimension! Whence can my weak Spirit fetch Thoughts profound enough to reach This unfathon'd Condescension? All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. IV. His good Spirit's best Direction He vouchsafes me in his Word; And his Wings their kind Protection In my Pilgrimage afford: He endows my Soul and Spirit With the Light of living Fatih T'overcome the Pow'r of Death And escape the Hell I merit. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. V. My Soul's Welfare and Advances Are the Object of his Care, Nay, the Body's Change and Chances In his Goodness have a Share. When my nat'ral Strength is shrinking, In the time of utmost Need, He my God steps in with Speed, And recovers me from sinking. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. VI. Heav'n and Earth, with ev'ry Creature, For my Service are design'd; Where I make my Search in Nature, Food and Raiment there I find. Cattle, Corn, Fruit, Fowl and Fishes, Vales below, and Hills on high, Woods and Waters, Earth and Sky Furnish me with various Dishes. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. VII. When I sleep, his Love is taking Care to rouse my drowsy Soul, That i find each Morn at waking Light renew'd from Pole to Pole. Had my God withdrawn the Numbers Of his Angels from my Head, And forsook me in my Bed, I had perish'd in my Slumbers. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. VIII. Oh! how many sore Afflictions Have been rais'd by Satan's Crew? Which, by God's Divine Restrictions, Never came within my View. Guardian Angels of his sending Stopt the Malice which the Fiend To my Ruin did intend, Far beyond my comprehending. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. IX. As a Father's kind Affection Still endures towards his Child, Tho' he merit sore Correction, When by World and sin beguil'd; Thus, upon my true Repentance, Sins are by my pard'ning God Punish'd with a Father's Rod, Not a Judge's damning Sentence. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. His Chastisements and Corrections, Tho' they bitter seem to be, Yet, upon mature Reflections, Are but Monitors to me: His blest Purpose they discover, To reduce my captive Sense From the World's Impertinence To my God, my heav'nly Lover. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. XI. This I know with full Coniction, As a Maxim ever sure: Christian Crosses and Affliction Do but for a time endure: After Winter's Frost and Snowing, Smiling Summer then appears; After Sadness, Pains, and Tears, Joyful Comforts will be flowing. All Things to their Period tend, But his Mercy knows no End. XII. Since nor End, nor Bound, nor Measure Can in God's great Love be found, Heart and Hands I lift with Pleasure, As a Child in Duty bound; Lord, I humbly ask this Favour To embrace with all my Might Thee, my Father, Day and Night, Till I change this Infant Savour For the Taste of Bliss above, Manly Praise and endless Love. Topics: Praise of God Languages: English Tune Title: [Sha'nt I sing to my Creator]