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Psalm 119 Part 12

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.275 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Desire of comfort and deliverance First Line: My God, consider my distress Lyrics: My God, consider my distress, Let mercy plead my cause; Though I have sinned against thy grace, I can't forget thy laws. Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach Which I so justly fear; Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Not let my shame appear. Be thou a surety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud oppress; But make thy waiting servant see The shinings of thy face. My eyes with expectation fail, My heart within me cries, "When will the Lord his truth fulfil, And make my comforts rise?" Look down upon my sorrows, Lord, And show thy grace the same As thou art ever wont t' afford To those that love thy name. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

Have mercy, Lord, on me

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #IV (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 Have mercy, Lord on me, for thou my Judge shalt be, My Hopes in thee remaining, Oh! to my humble Pray'r bow down thy gracious Ear. Be thou my Cause sustaining; How long with vain Design, will ye my foes combine, In wrathful Indignation? How long destructive Lies maliciously devise, To blot my Reputation. 3 Consider that the Just, who place in God their Trust, Are still by him protected; The Lord my voice will hear, and grant my humble pray'r, Whene'er to him directed. Oh! stand ye then in Awe of his most sacred Law, Reflect with deep Contrition; Flee ev'ry Thing that's Ill, and humble to his Will, Your Hearts in low Submission. 3 Amidst thine anxious Cares, and Soul distressing Fears, To GOD pray without ceasing; Sue for his heav'nly Grace, and offer Righteousness, A Sacrifice well pleasing. While Sinners restless grow, more prosp'rous Times to know, In Discontent complaining; LORD, let thy Face divine, on me with Glory shine, Thy Mercy me sustaining. 4 So to my grateful Heart, thy Goodness shall impart, More true and lasting Pleasure Than theirs who seek to find their Joy and Peace of Mind, In Stores of worldly Treasure. With thy Protection blest, I'll teak my needful Rest, My Head in Peace reclining; Securely I'll repose, not fear, tho' all my Foes, Against me are combining. Scripture: Psalm 4 Languages: English Tune Title: [Have mercy, Lord, on me]

In Judah the Almighty's known

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXVI (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 In Judah the Almighty's known (Almighty, there, by Wonders shown,) His Name is Jacob does excell, His Sanctuary in Salem stands: The Majesty that Heav'n commands, In Sion condescends to dwell. 2 He brake the Bow and Arrows there, The Shield, the temper'd Sword, and Spear; There slain the mighty Army lay: Whence Sion's Fame thro' Earth is spread, Of greater Glory, greater Dread, than Hills where Robbers lodge their Prey. 3 Their valiant Chiefs, who came for Spoil, Themselves met there a shameful Foil: Securely down to sleep they lay; But wak'd no more; their stoutest Band Ne'er lifted on resisting Hand, Against his, who their Hosts did slay. 4 When Jacob's GOD began to frown, Both Horse and Charioteers, o'erthrown, Together slept in endless Night. When thou, whom Earth and Heaven revere, Dost once with wrathful Look appear, What mortal Pow'r can stand thy Sight? 5 Pronounc'd from Heav'n, Earth heard its Doom; Grew hush'd with Fear when Thou didst come, The Meek with Justice to restore. The Wrath of Man shall yield thee Praise; Its last Attempts but serve to raise, The Triumphs of Almighty Pow'r. 6 Now to the LORD, ye Nations, bring Vow'd Presents to th'eternal King: Thus to His Name due Rev'rence pay, Who proudest Potentates can quell, To earthly Kings more terrible, Than to their trembling Subjects they. Scripture: Psalm 76 Languages: English Tune Title: [In Judah, the Almighty's known]

Let all the Lands, JEHOVAH blessing

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXVI (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 Let all the Lands, JEHOVAH blessing, To him with chearful Voices raise; To his great Name their Psalms addressing, Spread far abroad his glorious Praise: And let them say, LORD, how excelling, In all thy wond'rous Works, art thou! Thy Foes against thy Pow'r rebelling, Shall conquer'd be, and forc'd to bow. 2 The Nations round, thy Pow'r confessing, Shall thee, their GOD, supreme, adore; Their Dread of thy great Name expressing, In Hymns and Songs for ever more: O come, and view with Admiration, The Works of God! and then you'll own, That he to ev'ry Age and Nation, Hath great and wond'rous Judgments shown. 3 The Sea, thro' which our Fathers walked, By him was turn'd to solid Land; Of this they to their Offspring talked, And prais'd the Wonders of his Hand. He by his Pow'r is ever reigning, His Eye doth all the World survey; Let Man, presumptuous Thoughts restraining, Yield humble to his Sovereign Sway. 4 Thro' all the Earth let GOD be blessed; Ye Nations spread abroad his Praise; To him be all your Pray'rs addressed, To him in Songs your Voices raise. 'Tis GOD that gives us safe Protection, 'Tis he that does our Lives secure; Our Footsteps form'd by his Direction, Are made to tread the Path that's sure. Part II 5 As Gold by Fire becomes refined, And Ore is in the Furnace try'd; So, LORD, to know how we're inclined, Thou has thy searching Pow'r apply'd. Thou plac'd us in a low Condition, Where we oppressive Burthens bore; Our Hearts were touch'd with deep Contrition, We daily did thy Help implore. 6 Our Foes did us, their Slaves distressed, At once thro' Fire and Water chase; But thou hast all our Wrongs redressed, And brought us in a wealthy Place. Burnt-Off'rings, therefore, I am bringing, To thee, the GOD, whom I adore; My Voice shall be employ'd in singing, Thy Praises, LORD! for ever more. 7 The Vows my Soul, when much distressed, Hath made to GOD, I will repay; Whate'er my Lips have then expressed, Shall be perform'd without Delay. Then shall the riches Incense burning, Perfume the Air, fat Rams shall fall; The choicest Goats from Fields returning, Shall bleed, with Bullocks from the Stall. 8 All ye that fear the LORD, attend me, O hear my Voice with heedful Care! I'll tell how GOD his Help did send me, His Love with Joy I will declare. As I before his Aid implored, So now I'll spread abroad his Fame; He hath my Soul to Life restored, And I will bless his holy Name. 9 But if my Heart had Evil framed, Or if my Breast had harbour'd Sin; My Vows would soon have been disclaimed, My Pray'rs had not accepted been. But GOD to me, whene'er I cried, His gracious Ear did quickly bend; Nor hath my humble Wish denied, But does with constant Love attend. 10 Be thou, O GOD, for ever blessed, Who never, when to thee I pray, With hold thy Love from me distressed, Or turn thy glorious Face away. nor turns his Face away! Scripture: Psalm 66 Languages: English Tune Title: [Let all the Lands, Jehovah blessing]

My Soul with grateful Thoughts of Love

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXVI (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 My Soul, with grateful Thoughts of Love, Entirely is possess'd; Because the LORD vouchsaf'd to hear, The Voice of my Request. 2 Since he has now his Ear inclin'd, I never will despair; But still in all the Straits of Life, To him address my Pray'r. 3 With deadly Sorrows compass'd round, With Pains of Hell oppress'd; When Troubles seiz'd my aking Heart, And Anguish rack'd my Breast: 4 On GOD's almighty Name I call'd, And thus to him I pray'd; "LORD, I beseech thee, save my Soul, "With Sorrow quite dismay'd!" 5 How just and merciful is GOD! How gracious is the LORD! Who saves the Harmless, and to me Does timely Help afford. 6 Then, free from pensive Cares, my Soul, Resume thy wonted Rest; For GOD has wondrously to thee His bounteous Love exprest. 7 When Death alarm'd me, he remov'd My Dangers and my Fears; My Feet from falling he secur'd, And dry'd my Eyes from Tears. 8 Therefore my Life's remaining Years, which GOD to me shall lend, Will I, in Praise to his Name, And in his Service spend. 9 I did believe, and therefore spoke, Great my Afflictions were: And in my Haste I rashly said, That all Men Liars are. 10 Oh, what Return to him, shall I For all his Goodness make? I'll praise his Name, and with glad Zeal The Cup of Blessing take. 11 I'll pay my Vows now to the LORD, With most sincere Delight. The LORD preserves his Saints, their Death Is precious in his Sight. 12 Truely I am thy Servant, LORD; To serve thee, is my Choice; Thine Handmaid's Son, my Bonds thou loos'd, And made me to rejoice. 13 To thee I'll Off'rings bring of Praise; And whilst I bless thy Name, The just Performance of my Vows To all thy Saints proclaim. 14 They in Jerusalem shall meet, And in thy House shall join, To bless thy Name with one Consent, and mix their Songs with mine. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English Tune Title: [My Soul with grateful Thoughts of Love]

Sure wicked Fools, devoid of Shame

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XIV (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 Sure, wicked Fools, devoid of Shame, Suppose that GOD is but a Name: Corrupt and lewd their Practice grows, No Breast with heav'nly Ardor glows; All Thoughts of Virtue they resign, Their Hearts to evil Ways incline. 2 The LORD, from Realms of endless Day, Did all the Sons of Men survey; Look'd down from his exalted Tow'r, To see if any own'd his Pow'r; To see if any Justice knew, Or did the Paths of Truth pursue. 3 But all he saw were gone aside, None took Religion for their Guide, Not one of all the sinful Race, But was degen'rate grown and base, And still in ev'ry wicked Way, With wand'ring Footsteps went astray. 4 Their Throats are open to devour The helpless Poor, when in their Pow'r; Their Mouths with Curses fill'd and Lies, No Fear of GOD's before their Eyes; Their Ways to swift Destruction tend, And must in certain Ruin end. 5 But will these Workers of Deceit, Like Bread, my harmless People eat? And God's Almighty Pow'r disown? 5 How will they tremble then for Fear, When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake! Are they so dull and senseless grown, That they will GOD's great Pow'r disown? Will they not his Commands obey, And yield to his Almighty Sway? 6 How will they tremble then for Fear, When they behold his Vengeance near! When his just Wrath shall them o'ertake; For GOD will ne'er the Just forsake: For them he will his Arm extend, And from the Foe their Lives defend. 7 Bad Men, in vain, with Scorn deride The Just, who follow Virtue's Guide, And strive their Methods to expose; Since GOD a Refuge is for those: His Eyes shall them with Favour view, Whilst they their righteous Paths pursue. 7 Would he his saving Pow'r extend, And now his People's Cause defend; Oh! would he break their servile Band; What Shouts should echo thro' the Land! How should we then our Songs employ, And join the universal Joy! Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English Tune Title: [Sure wicked fools, devoid of shame]

The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #L (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 The Lord hath spoke, the mighty GOD Hath sent his Summons all abroad, From dawning Light, till Day declines; The list'ning Earth his Voice has heard, And he from Sion hath appear'd, Where Beauty in Perfection shines. 2 Our GOD shall come, and keep no more Misconstru'd Silence as before; But wasting Flames before him send: Around shall Tempests fiercely rage, While he does Heaven and Earth engage, His just Tribunal to attend. 3 "Assemble all my Saints to me, (Thus runs the great divine Decree,} "That in my lasting Cov'nant live; "And Off'rings bring with constant Care." The Heav'n's his Justice shall declare, For GOD himself shall Sentence give. 4 Attend my People, Israel hear, Thy strong Accuser I'll appear; Thy GOD, thy only GOD, am I, 'Tis not of Off'rings I complain, Which, daily in my Temple slain, My sacred Altar did supply. 5 Will this alone Atonement make? No Bullocks from thy Stall I'll take, Nor He-Goat from thy Fold accept: The Forest Beasts that range alone, The Cattle too are all my own, That on a thousand Hills are kept. 6 I know the Fowls that build their Nests, In craggy Rocks; and Savage Beasts, That loosely haunt the open Fields: If seiz'd with Hunger, I could be, I need not seek Relief from thee; Since the World's mine, and all it yields. 7 Think'st thou, that I have any need On slaughter'd Bulls and Goats to feed, To eat their Flesh and drink their Blood? The Sacrifices I require, Are Hearts which Love and Zeal inspire, And Vows with strictest Care made good. 8 In Times of Trouble, call on me, And I will set thee safe and free; And thou Returns of Praise shall make; But to the Wicked, thus saith GOD, How dar'st thou teach my Laws abroad, Or in thy Mouth my Cov'nant take? 9 For stubborn thou, confirm'd in Sin, Hast Proof against Instruction been, And of my Word didst lightly speak: When thou a subtle Thief did'st see, Thou gladly did'st with him agree, And with Adult'rers didst partake. 10 Vile Slander is thy chief Delight; Thy Tongue, by Envy mov'd and Spite, Deceitful Tales does hourly spread; Thou dost with hateful Scandals wound, Thy Brother, and with Lies confound, The Offspring of thy Mother's Bed. 11 These Things didst thou, whom still I strove To gain, with Silence, and with Love; 'Till thou did'st wickedly surmise, That I was such a one as thou; But I'll reprove and shame thee now, And set thy Sins before thy Eyes. 12 Mark this, ye wicked Fools, lest I Let all my Bolts of Vengeance fly, Whilst none shall dare your Cause to own. Who praises me, due Honour gives; And to the Man that justly lives, My strong Salvation shall be shown. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English Tune Title: [The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God]

The wicked Fools must sure suppose

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LIII (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 The wicked Fools must sure suppose, That GOD is nothing but a Name; This gross Mistake their Practice shows, Since Truth and Justice all disclaim: In each corrupt and sinful Way, Their wicked Hearts have gone astray. 2 The LORD look'd down from Heav'n's high Tow'r, The num'rous Race of Men to view, To see if any own'd his Pow'r, If any Truth or Justice knew. But all he saw were backward gone, None for Religion car'd - not one 3 But are those Workers of Deceit, So very dull and senseless grown, That they like Bread my People eat, And GOD's Almighty Pow'r disown? Will they his Justice ne'er proclaim, Nor call upon his Holy Name? 4 Their causeless Fears shall stronger grow; And all the Enemies of GOD Shall soon be foil'd; his Hands shall throw Their Limbs and shatter'd Bones abroad. Thus shall thy Foes be cloath'd with Shame, Because thy GOD despiseth them. 5 O let thy saving Help appear, Salvation out of Sion send; Thy People's earnest Prayers hear, And to our constant Sighs attend: When thou shall break our servile Band, Loud Shouts of universal Joy Our Joys shall echo through the Land. Scripture: Psalm 53 Languages: English Tune Title: [The wicked Fool's must sure suppose]

Thy Mercy, LORD, to me extend

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LVI (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 Thy Mercy, LORD, to me extend, Against my Foes my Life defend; Base Men perpetual Strive renewing, With daily Wrongs are me pursuing: Continually my spiteful Foes, To ruin me, with Joy combine; Thou seest, who sit'st enthron'd on high, What mighty Hosts against me join. 2 But though sometimes surpriz'd with Fear, When first I think the Danger near; Yet have I still on thee depended, That my just Cause should be defended: GOD's faithful Promise I shall praise, On which I stedfastly rely; In GOD I trust, and trusting him, The strongest Arm of Flesh defy. 3 My Words they purposely mistake, And by perverting, make them speak A Meaning which I ne'er designed; Thus are their Thoughts to Ill inclined. In close Assemblies they combine, And then most wicked Projects lay; They watch my Steps, and lie in wait To make my harmless Soul their Prey. 4 LORD, wilt thou not such Wrongs regard, Shall they not meet their just Reward! As they have treach'rous Things devised, So let them be by thee castised. Thou numb'rset all my wand'ring Steps, Since I was first compell'd to flee, My very Tears are treasur'd up, O GOD! and registr'd by thee. 5 My Foes shall be therefore be o'erthrown; For GOD my righteous Cause will own; And since to him my Pray'rs directed, I know that I shall be protected. I'll trust GOD's Word, and so despise, Whatever Force Mankind can raise: To thee, O GOD! my Vows are due, To thee alone I'll render Praise. 6 Thou, LORD, shalt and make my Footsteps sure, Thou, LORD, shalt make my Life secure; My Soul from Death thou hast retrieved, And from surrounding Foes relieved, That thus protected by thy Pow'r, I may this Light in Peace enjoy, And in the Service of my GOD, My lengthen'd Days secure employ. Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English Tune Title: [Thy mercy, Lord, to me extend]

When we, our wearied Lmbs to rest

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXXXVII (1767) Topics: Soul's Desire Of Believers Lyrics: 1 When we, our wearied Limbs to rest, Sat down by proud Euphrates Stream, We wept, with doleful Thoughts oppress'd, And Sion was our mournful Theme; Our Harps, that when with Joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful Parts to bear, With silent Strings neglected hung, On Willow-Tress that wither'd there. 2 Mean while our Foes, who all conspir'd To triumph in our slavish Wrongs, Music and Mirth of us requir'd, "Come, sing us one of Sion's Songs." How shall we tun our Voice to sing? Or touch our Harps with skilful Hands? Shall Hymns of Joy to GOD our King, Be sung by Slaves in foreign Lands? 3 O Salem, our once happy Seat! When I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling Hand forget, The speaking Strings with Art to move. If I to mention thee forbear, Eternal Silence seize my Tongue. Or if I sing one chearful Aire, 'Till thy Deliv'rance is my Song. 4 Remember, LORD, how Edom's Race, In thy own City's fatal Day, Cry'd out, "Her stately Wills deface, "And with the Ground quite level lay." Proud Babel's Daughter, doom'd to be Of Grief and Woe the wretched Prey, Bless'd is the Man, who shall to thee, The Wrongs thou laid'st on us, repay. 5 Thrice bless'd, who with just Rage possess'd, And deaf to all the Parents Moans, Shall snatch thy Infants from the Breast, And dash their Heads against the Stones. Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English Tune Title: [When we, our wearied Limbs to rest]