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Hymnal: The Psalter #96 (1912) Topics: Afflictions Deliverance from; Afflictions For sin; Afflictions From the Wicked; Afflictions Promises for First Line: Rest in the Lord and be thou still Lyrics: 1 Rest in the Lord and be thou still, With patience wait His holy will, Enduring to the end. Fret not tho' sinners' gains increase; forsake thy wrath, from anger cease; It will to evil tend. 2 The evildoer soon shall die, But those that on the Lord rely Shall all the land obtain; A little while and thou shalt see That wicked men cut off shall be, They shall be sought in vain. 3 Yea, thou shalt soon consider well The place where they were wont to dwell, And it shall not be found; But saints shall all the land possess, And find delight and happiness where fruits of peace abound. 4 The vile may plot against the just who in the Lord Jehovah trust, But God will scorn them all; The Lord their coming day shall see, When broken all their pow'r shall be, And ruin on them fall. Scripture: Psalm 37 Languages: English Tune Title: KINGSTON

The Frailty of Life

Hymnal: The Psalter #104 (1912) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflictions For sin; Afflictions From God; Afflictions Purpose of; Afflictions Submission under First Line: With firm resolve I held my peace Lyrics: 1 With firm resolve I held my peace And spake not either bad or good, Lest I should utter sinful thoughts While wicked men before me stood. 2 While I was dumb my grief was stirred, My heart grew hot with thought suppressed; The while I mused the fire increased, Then to the Lord I made request. 3 Make me, O Lord, to know my end, Teach me the measure of my days, That I may know how frail I am And turn from pride and sinful ways. 4 My time is nothing in Thy sight, Behold, my days are but a span; yea, truly at his best estate, A breath, a fleeting breath, is man. 5 Man's life is passed in vain desire If troubled years be spent for gain; He knows not whose his wealth shall be, And all his toil is but in vain. 6 And now, O Lord, what wait I for? I have no nope except in Thee; Let not ungodly men reproach, From all transgression set me free. 7 Because Thou didst it I was dumb, I spoke no word of rash complaint; Remove Thy stroke away from me, Beneath Thy chastisement I faint. 8 When Thou for his iniquity Rebukest and correctest man, His beauty is consumed away, How weak his strength, how vain his plan. 9 Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cry, I weep, be Thou my comforter; I am a stranger here below, A pilgrim as my fathers were. 10 O spare me, Lord, avert Thy wrath, Deal gently with me, I implore, That I may yet recover strength Ere I go hence and be no more. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English Tune Title: BERA

God Blessed for His Gracious Benefits

Hymnal: Bible Songs #131 (1901) Topics: Afflictions A blessing; Afflictions Deliverance from; Afflictions From God; Afflictions Many and sore First Line: O all ye people, bless our God Scripture: Psalm 66:7-14 Languages: English Tune Title: [O all ye people, bless our God]

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

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.) #134 (1786) Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #134 (1790) Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

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.) #136 (1786) Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great First Line: How awful is thy chastening rod! Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the word, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #136 (1790) Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great First Line: "How awful is thy chastening rod!" Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the word, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Messiah's Manifold Sufferings

Hymnal: Bible Songs #138a (1901) Topics: Afflictions Complaint of; Afflictions From the Wicked; Afflictions Many and sore; Afflictions Prayer in First Line: Save me O God the floods Scripture: Psalm 69:1-16 Languages: English Tune Title: [Save me O God the floods]

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

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.) #143 (1786) Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #143 (1787) Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English