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For the Distress of War

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #149 (1787) Topics: Hope and despair in death; Hope and despair in death First Line: Behold, O God, what cruel foes Lyrics: 1 Behold, O God, what cruel foes, Thy peaceful heritage invade; Thy holy temple stands defil'd, In dust thy sacred walls are laid. 2 Wide o'er the vallies drench'd in blood, Thy people fall'n in death remain; The fowls of heaven their flesh devour, And savage beasts divide the slain. 3 Th' insulting foes, with impious rage, Reproach thy children to their face; "Where is your God of boasted power, "And where the promise of his grace." 4 Deep from the prison's horrid glooms, Oh hear the mournful captives sigh, And let thy sovereign power reprieve, The trembling souls condemn'd to die. 5 Let those, who dar'd insult thy reign, Return dismay'd with endless shame, While heathens, who thy grace despise, Shall from thy vengeance learn thy name. 6 So shall thy children, freed from death, Eternal songs of honour raise, And every future age shall tell, Thy sovereign power and pardoning grace. Scripture: Psalm 79 Languages: English

Out of the deeps of long distress

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #157 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Despair deliverance from it Lyrics: Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.] [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes; So waits my soul to see thy grace, And, more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.] [Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust, Let Isr'el seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace. There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslaved; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Isr'el shall be saved.] Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

When heaven's bright with mystery

Author: Rob Johns, 1942-1986 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #178 (1997) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Discouragement / Despair Scripture: Psalm 103:14-16 Languages: English Tune Title: MEADVILLE

Shepherds! rejoice, lift up your eyes

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #216 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Deliverance from despair; Despair deliverance from it Lyrics: "Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes, And send your fears away; News from the regions of the skies, Salvation's born to-day. "Jesus, the God whom angels fear, Comes down to dwell with you; Today he makes his entrance here, But not as monarchs do. "No gold nor purple swaddling bands. Nor royal shining things; A manger for his Cradle stands, And holds the King of kings. "Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, And see his humble throne With tears of joy in all your eyes, Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around The heav'nly armies throng; They tune their harps to lofty sound, And thus conclude the song: "Glory to God that reigns above! Let peace surround the earth! Mortals shall know their Maker's love, At their Redeemer's birth." Lord, and shall angels have their songs, And men no tunes to raise? O may we lose our useless tongues When they forget to praise. Glory to God that reigns above, That pitied us forlorn; We join to sing our Maker's love, For there's a Savior born. Scripture: Luke 2:10 Languages: English

Pardoning Grace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #234a (1786) Topics: Despair deliverance from it; Despair deliverance from it First Line: From deep distress and troubled thoughts Lyrics: 1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries: If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display! 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Pardoning Grace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #234a (1790) Topics: Despair deliverance from it; Despair deliverance from it First Line: From deep distress and troubled thoughts Lyrics: 1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries: If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display! 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Pardoning Grace

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #242 (1740) Topics: Despair deliverance from it First Line: Out of the Deeps of long Distress Lyrics: 1 Out of the Deeps of long Distress, The Borders of Despair, I sent my Cries to seek thy Grace, My Groans to move thine Ear. 2 Great GOD, should thy severer Eye, And thine impartial Hand, Mark and revenge Iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. 3 But there are Pardons with my GOD For Crimes of high Degree; Thy Son has bought them with his Blood, To draw us near to Thee. 4 [I wait for thy Salvation Lord, With strong Desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy Word, Stands watching at thy Gate.] 5 [Just as the Guards that keep the Night Long for the Morning Skies, Watch the first Beams of breaking Light, And meet them with their Eyes; 6 So waits my Soul to see thy Grace, And more intent than they, Meets the first Op'nings of thy Face, And finds a brighter Day.] 7 [Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust, Let Isr'el seek his Face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his Grace. 8 There's full Redemption at his Throne For Sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Isr'el shall be sav'd.] Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Pardoning Grace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #249a (1786) Topics: Despair deliverance from it; Despair deliverance from it First Line: From deep distress and troubled thoughts Lyrics: 1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries: If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display! 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Pardoning Grace

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #249a (1787) Topics: Despair deliverance from it; Despair deliverance from it First Line: From deep distress and troubled thoughts Lyrics: 1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries: If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display! 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly seats

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #259 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Despair and hope in death; Hope and despair in death Lyrics: Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats Where your Redeemer stays; Kind Intercessor, there he sits, And loves, and pleads, and prays. 'Twas well, my soul, he died for thee, And shed his vital blood; Appeased stern justice on the tree, And then arose to God. Petitions now, and praise may rise, And saints their off'rings bring; The Priest, with his own sacrifice, Presents them to the King. [Let papists trust what names they please, Their saints and angels boast; We've no such advocates as these, Nor pray to th' heav'nly host.] Jesus alone shall bear my cries Up to his Father's throne; He, dearest Lord! perfumes my sighs, And sweetens every groan. [Ten thousand praises to the King, "Hosannah in the highest!" Ten thousand thanks our spirits bring To God and to his Christ.] Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English