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Father, Lord of Mercy!

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #183 (1732) Lyrics: I. Father, Lord of Mercy! We beg Leave to praise Thee, Who reliev'st our present Wants, And giv'st us sweet Sustenance; And thy Well-Beloved, By whose Grace thy Blessings are Plenteously improved. II. Thus in Truth and Spirit We return all Merit To the gloroius One and Three, Now and in Eternity; Since thy gracious Providence Has sustain'd our Life with Food, And supply'd our Indigence. III. Slight not this Oblation, Lord of our Creation! Which we bring in JESUS' Name And the Merits of the Lamb, Through whose Intercession Thou art pleas'd to overlook All our past Transgression. IV. What have feeble Creatures In their sinful Natures, To repay one single Grace, But Distress and Shame of Face? Oh! who can repay Thee? For 'tis thine whate'er we have And enjoy yet daily. V. Lord, accept our Graces, With this Song of Praises, And forgive what is amiss, For his Sake who gain'd us Bliss. CHRIST, thy blest Example Print upon us, that we may Be thy living Temple. Topics: Praise after Meat Languages: English Tune Title: [Father, Lord of Mercy]

When we are under great Distress

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #184 (1732) Lyrics: I. When we are under great Distress, And ev'ry Thing seems comfortless; No Creature gives the least Relief, But all encrease our Weight of Grief. II. The only Refuge then we have Is, that we meet, and humbly crave Thy Helping Hand, O faithful God, To save us from the wrathful Rod. III. And lifting up our Eyes and Heart To thee, with true repenting Smart, We seek from Sin a full Release, And seek to make thy Judgments cease. IV. As thou hast promis'd in thy word, To All that turn to Thee, O Lord! And love the Name of JESUS CHRIST, Our Mediator and High-Priest. V. We then address our selves to Thee, In this our great Calamity, Beseeching thine Almighty Hand To take this Evil form our Land. VI. Remember not our num'rous Crimes, But cleanse us from all Guilt betimes; Assist us with thy mighty Grace, And turn on us thy shining Face. VII. That, for our great Deliv'rance, we May tender Praise and Love to Thee; Pay true Obedience to thy Word, And ever live in Thee, O Lord! Topics: Common Calamity Languages: English Tune Title: [When we are under great Distress]

Lord Jesu, blessed Prince of Peace

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #186 (1732) Lyrics: I. Lord JESU, blessed Prince of Peace, True God, and very man, By thee our Troubles rise and cease, Whose Life is but a Span. The Saving Name is what we claim Before thy heav'nly Father. II. We are best with great Distress Of War and Pestilence, What can restore our Happiness But, Lord, thy Providence? Be pleas'd to plead for us in Need; Avert th' impending Judgment. III. Thy Name declares thy great Design, Restorer of our Peace! Thy Love, so pow'rful and divine, Gives all the wretched Ease. Withdraw not, Lord, thy holy word From this our Generation. IV. The Danger's great, and Safety rare, Where Pestilence doth run; But who is able to declare The Mischiefs War brings on? When we're debarr'd the due Regard Of Laws Divine and Moral. V. War tears the Root of Honesty, And Mercy leaves behind, And gives new Life to Blasphemy, And Vice of ev'ry Kind. O Lord our God, remove this Rod From thy distressed People. VI. We own, our Guilt deserves yet more From thy most righteous Hands; But thy blest Grace exceeds in Pow'r The Sins of ev'ry Land. O Lord, forgive; let Sinners live, That we may praise thy Goodness. VII. Enlighten with forgiving Grace The Darkness of our Heart, That we may hate the Scoffer's Ways, Nor take the Atheist's Part. CHRIST, Thee we own; Thou art alone Our Strength and our Redeemer. Topics: Common Calamity Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord Jesu blessed Prince of Peace]

Remove from us, O faithful God

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #188 (1732) Lyrics: I. Remove from us, O faithful God, Thy dreadful and avenging rod, Which by our num'rous crying Crimes We have deserv'd a Thousand Times. Sad Famine, War and Pestilence Prevent by thy good Providence. II. In Pity, Lord, look on our Race; And grant us thy all-saving Grace: Shou'd thy just Anger go so far To call us to thy Judgment-Bar, What Man could stand before thine Eye, Or plead his Truth, and Guilt deny? III. In Thee we trust; to Thee on high, In Heaviness of Soul we cry. Give us a Token of thy Grace, By shewing thy relieving Face. By true Repentance bring us Home, And save us from the Wrath to come. IV. Oh, raise no more such dreadful Storms Against so file and feeble Worms. O, great Creator, thou well know'st, That this our Frame's but transient Dust; Our best Endeavours Little gain; And, search'd by thee, we're all but vain. V. Sin still besets us ev'ry where; Nor Satan fails to lay his Snare; The wicked World, with Flesh and Blood, Conspires to rob us of all Good. O Lord, this is not hid from Thee; Have Mercy on our Misery. VI. Regard thy Son's most bitter Moans, Wounds, Agonies, and dying Groans; The Pains he felt, the Blood he spilt T'attone for all our Sin and Guilt. O, for his Sake our Guilt forgive, And let the mourning Sinners live. VII. O Lord, conduct us by thy Hand; And bless these Realms by Sea and Land; Preserve thy Word amongst us pure; Keep us from Satan's Wiles secure; Grant us to dye in Peace and Love, And see thy glorious Face above. Topics: Common Calamity Languages: English

Sleep well, my Dear, sleep safe and free

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #190 (1732) Lyrics: I. Sleep well, my Dear; sleep safe and free The holy Angels are with Thee, Who always see thy Father's Face, And never slumber, Nights nor Days. II. Thou ly'st in Down, soft ev'ry Way; Thy Saviour lay in Straw and Hay; Thy Cradle is far better drest, Than the hard Crib where he did rest. III. None dare disturb thy present Ease; He had a Thousand Enemies: Thou liv'st in great Security; But he was punish'd, and for Thee. IV. God make thy Mother's Health increase, To see thee grow in Strength and Grace, In Wisdom and Humility, As Infant-JESUS did for Thee. V. God fill thee with his heav'nly Light, To steer thy Christian Course aright; Make thee a Tree, of blessed Root, That ever bends with godly Fruit. Part the Second: VI. Those Children are to God most dear, That learn the Lesson of his Fear. Thus Infants are by JESUS CHRIST Most kindly blest, embrac'd and kiss'd. VII. Are not the Joys of God above, Giv'n to the Children of his Love? Who'd see above his holy Face, Must here become a Child of Grace. VIII. Be thou like CHRIST, that blessed child, Most pious, innocent and mild; Who soon did ev'ry Grace display; And, tho' a God, he learnt t'obey. IX. God glorify his Child in thee; His Spirit guide thy Infancy. To follow and to learn of CHRIST, Of all Attainments is the high'st. X. From what he suffer'd, did, and said, Thou hast more Profit than he had; 'Twas thine entailed Misery Made him become a Child like thee. XI. If thou conform'st thy Mind to HIs, Thou art entitled to that Bliss, Which this incarnate God regain'd For All whom ADAM'S Sin had stain'd. XII. Sleep now, my Dear, and take thy Rest; And if with riper Years thou'rt blest, Encrease in Wisdom Day and Night, Till thou attain'st th'eternal Light. Topics: Cradle Hymn Languages: English

Ye Christians, pluck your courage up

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #192 (1732) Lyrics: I. Ye Christians, pluck your Courage up; Shake off your Souls' Oppression! If you'd avoid the gen'ral Cup Of God's own Visitation. Let us confess his Judgments just, And ADAM'S Sons but transient Dust; From Death none is exempted. II. Lord, we resign into thy Hands Our Body, Soul and Spirit: We come and go at thy Commands; Death is our real Merit. Whilst dwelling in this sinful Clay, Pain will attend us ev'ry Way; But Joy we hope hereafter. III. No Corn can yield the proper Fruit, Except 'tis sown and bury'd; Our Flesh must moulder to the Root, Before it can be carry'd To that unutterable Bliss, Where CHRIST, our blest Redeemer, is Prepar'd to meet his Lovers. IV. Why shou'd we dread the Thoughts of Death In daily Convesation, Being convin'd, by ev'ry Breath, Of our inconstant Station? Had we the good old SIMEON'S Sense, We'd joy with him to go from hence In th'Arms of our Redeemer. V. Our Breath infirm on God depends; From him's our Preservation; 'Tis he that Guardian-Angels sends To further our Salvation: And, as a Hen protects her Brood From Birds of prey, that seek their Blood, So doth the Lord his Children. VI. 'Wake or asleep, in Life or Death, We are in god's Possession: Baptiz'd in CHRIST, we're brought by Faith, T'approach God's Habitation: What we have lost in ADAM'S Fall, CHRIST has recover'd for us all; Prais'd be the Lord of Mercy. Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English Tune Title: [Ye Christians, pluck your courage up]

Thee, Lord, I love with sacred Awe

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #194 (1732) Lyrics: I. Thee, Lord, I love with sacred Awe: Thy gracious Presence ne'er withdraw From me thy feeble Creature' Th'whole World is tastless to my Soul; I rind no Rest within the Pole, But in thy loving Nature; Nay, if the Strings of Life were broke, Thou art my never-failing Rock, My Joy, my Comfort, and my All, Whose Blood redeem'd me from the Fall. Lord JESUS CHRIST, Thy saving Name Preserve me from eternal Shame. II. 'Tis thy free Gift, what's counted mine. My Body, Soul and Mind is thine, With all this Life's Enjoyment. Lord, grant me such a grateful Sense, To make the Praise of Providence My chief and best Employment. Preserve me from Delusion free; Destroy old Satan's Tyranny; In all Afflictions bear me up With Christian Courage, Faith and Hope: Great Saviour CHRIST, my Sov'reign Lord, In th' Hour of Death thy Help afford. III. Lord, let thy blest Angelick Bands Convey my Soul into thy Hands, When now my Heart is breaking. The Body in its Tomb refine From all th' inherent Dross of Sin, Till Thou command'st its waking; Then raise me to that glorious Place, Where I may see Thee Face to Face, To sing with all thy Saints above The Wonders of Redeeming Love. O CHRSIT, my LORD, I'll here adore, And praise Thee there for evermore. Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English Tune Title: [Thee, Lord, I love with sacred Awe]

Lord Jesu, Fountain of my Life

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #195 (1732) Lyrics: I. Lord Jesu, Fountain of my Life, Sole comfort in this Stage of Strive, I'm trav'lling by this worldly Inn, Tir'd with the Load of Self and Sin. II. The Journey's hard; the Path is streight, Which leads to blessed SION"S Gate; The Land I come form, and had lost, But am regaining at thy Cost. III. My Heart oft trembles by the Way. The Flesh is frail, and runs astray: The longing spirit cries in me, Lord, haste and bring me home to Thee. IV. Support me by thy bitter Death, When I'm to yield my dying Breath; Thy Blood refresh my Soul within; Thy Bonds break all the Chains of Sin. V. The Blows and Stripes that fell on thee Heal up the Wounds of Sin in me. Thy great Reproach, thy shameful Crown Rejoice my Heart before thy Throne. VI. Thy Thirst and nauseous Draught of Gall Refresh my soul in ev'ry Thrall; Thine Agony, thy dying Breath, Redeem me from eternal Death. VII. Thy Wounds be to my Soul, while here, A Refuge sure, in ev'ry Fear; In them I'll seek a sheltring Place, When Satan hath my Soul in Chace. VIII. Unto my Heart, when Speech I want, The Utt'rance of thy Spirit grant: And grant, my Soul to Heav'n may rise, When Death in Darkness seals my Eyes. IX. Thy dying Breathings be my Light, When Death brings on its sable Night: Grant me a calm and decent End; And save me when my Head I bend. X. Thy Cross shall be my Staff in Life; Thy Grave, my Place of Rest from Strife: Thy Napkin and thy winding Sheet Shall bind my head, Breast, Hands and Feet. XI. The Prints thy sacred Limbs receiv'd Assure my Heart, that I am sav'd. Through th' Op'ning of thy Side convey My Soul to thine eternal Day. XII. Thy Farewell-Words I'll make my own; Thy Death did for my Sins attone. Ope' wide the Gates of Heav'nly Grace, When I conclude my Christian-Race. XIII. When I revive, at thy Command, O place me, Lord, at thy right Hand, Beyond the Fate which dooms thy Foes To languish in eternal Woes. XIV. Then, Lord, thine Image quite renew Within my Soul and Body too; And make it radiant as thy own, More radiant than the brightest Sun. X. O, what amazing Love and Joy Shall mine and Angels' Tongues employ! How shall we sing, with all thy Race, The blest Enjoyment of thy Face. Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English

Christ is my Light and Treasure

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #198 (1732) Lyrics: I. Christ is my Light and Treasure; In Death he is my Life; Through him I leave with Pleasure This World of Sin and Strive. II. With Joy my Soul is ready To meet my Brother CHRIST: Our Union shall be steady, Our Love rais'd to the high'st. III. World, Sin and their Temptation Are conquer'd by his Blood; His Death seal'd my Salvation With my forgiving God. IV. When all my Pow'rs are fainting, And Speech is from me fled, Accept, o Lord, my Panting, Accept my Sighs in Stead. V. With humble Resignation On CHRIST I lean my Head; At th' Hour of Expiration His Cross shall be my Bed. VI. Then, Lord, with Thee united, Display to me thy Bliss; And let my soul be plighted To endless Love and Peace. Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English Tune Title: [Christ is my Light and Treasure]

My Life I now to God resign

Hymnal: PGTG1756 #199 (1732) Lyrics: I. My Live I now to God resign: At his Decree I'll not repine. Will he prolong my mournful Days, His promis'd Grace Suffices me to run my Race. II. I die at his appointed Hour. Who dares resist his sov'reign Pow'r? My very Hairs he knows 'em all, Both great and small, Without his Will not one can fall. III. What is our Life? A constant Scene Of Sighs and Tears, of Care and Pain: Moments of sin, and Months of Woe Here ebb and flow, Till we are summon'd hence to go. IV. What is a Man? a Clod of Earth, A needy Mortal from his Birth; Brought Nothing with him, when he came, But Sin and Shame; And naked leaves this worldly Frame. V. No Greatness, Wit, nor golden Store Can here obtain a better Score: 'Gainst Death no Physick can prevail; No Fee nor Bail Can cancel ADAM'S sad Entail. VI. To Day we live, look fair and red; To Morrow fain, are sick or dead: To Day we blossom like a Rose; Anon who knows But Death presents the Farewell-Dose. VII. Lord, make us number thus our Days, T'apply our Hearts to Wisdom's Ways, And learn, how swift our Moments fly, That all must die, Poor, Rich, Young, Old, the Low and High. VIII. This is the Fruit of ADAM'S Fall; Death like a Conqu'ror seizeth all; Sin gives him Pow'r o'er human Race; There is no Place Exempt from his continual Chace. IX. Evil and few, as JACOB says, Alas, I count my Pilgrim- Days. When God shall call his Servant home, I'll meet my Tomb, In Hopes of lasting Joys to come. X. And tho' I feel the Guilt of sin Assaulting me without, within, I know, God gave his only Son, Who can attone For what I all my Life have done. XI. 'Tis he my Lord and Saviour CHRIST, Who for my sins was sacrific'd, And rose triumphant from the Grave, That he might save My Soul from being Satan's Slave. XII. To him I give my Life and Breath: His Love shall guide my Soul through Death, And bring me to that blessed Place, Where Face to Face I shall behold the God of Grace. XIII. This gives me Comfort and Relief In all my greatest Pain and Grief, That I shall rise, when CHRIST appears, Without the Tears I shed in my distressed Years. XIV. To Thee, Lord CHRIST, I humble press, To cloathe me with thy Righteousness: Within thy Wounds I crave a Place, O Source of Grace! For there's my only Happiness. XV. Amen! Thou Sov'reign God of Love, Grant us thy Bliss when we remove, That All redeemed by thy Blood May find in God Their everlasting sure Abode. Topics: Death and Resurrection Languages: English Tune Title: [My Life I now to God resign]