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Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
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.) #48b (1786) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #48b (1790) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
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.) #53b (1786) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #53b (1787) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Distress of Soul First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
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.) #95 (1786) Topics: Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved; Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
Oh make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create a-new my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #95 (1790) Topics: Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved; Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create a-new my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
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.) #102 (1786) Topics: Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved; Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
Oh make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create a-new my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #102 (1787) Topics: Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved; Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Distress relieved First Line: Lord, I would spread my sore distress Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore distress
And guilt before thine eyes;
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!
2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;
And as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.
6 Let not thy spirit e'er depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create a-new my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
7 Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English
Original and actual Sin confessed and pardoned
Lord, I would spread my sore Distress
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P51d (1766) Topics: Distress relieved Lyrics: 1 Lord, I would spread my sore Distress
And Guilt before thine Eyes;
Against thy Laws, against thy Grace
How high my Crimes arise!
2 Shouldst thou condemn my Soul to Hell,
And crush my Flesh to Dust,
Heav'n would approve thy Vengeance well,
And Earth must own it just.
3 I from the Stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my Original is Shame,
And all my Nature Sin.
4 Born in a World of Guilt, I drew
Contagion with my Breath,
And as my Days advanc'd, I grew
A juster Prey for Death.
5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and chear my Soul
With thy forgiving Love;
O make my broken Spirit whole,
And bid my Pains remove.
6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy Face;
Create anew my vicious Heart,
And fill it with thy Grace.
7 Then will I make thy Mercy known
Before the Sons of Men;
Backsliders shall address thy Throne,
And turn to GOD again. Scripture: Psalm 51:3-13 Languages: English
Lord, I would spread my sore Distress
Out of the Deeps of long Distress
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P130a (1766) Topics: Distress relieved 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
Out of the Deeps of long Distress
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