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God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution

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.) #176 (1786) Topics: Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions; Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes? While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose. 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head. My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. 3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd, Thy promise bore me up Thy grace stood constant by my side, And rais'd my sinking hope. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comfors cheer my soul. 5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1787) Topics: Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions; Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes? While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose. 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. 3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd, Thy promise bore me up Thy grace stood constant by my side, And rais'd my sinking hope. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. 5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

Psalm 94 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.202 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions First Line: O God, to whom revenge belongs Lyrics: O God, to whom revenge belongs, "Proclaim thy wrath aloud; Let sovereign power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears:" When will the fools be wise? Can he be deaf who formed their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God. Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:1-2 Languages: English

Psalm 94 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.203 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: Who will arise and plead my right Against my num'rous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose? Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustained my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. "Alas! my sliding feet!" I cried; Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy Spirit bore me up. While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

Who will arise and plead my right

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #362 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions Lyrics: Who will arise and plead my right Against my num'rous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose? Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustained my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. "Alas! my sliding feet!" I cried; Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy Spirit bore me up. While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

O God, to whom revenge belongs

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #403 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions Lyrics: O God, to whom revenge belongs, "Proclaim thy wrath aloud; Let sovereign power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears:" When will the fools be wise? Can he be deaf who formed their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God. Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:7-14 Languages: English

Psalm 119. Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.281 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Father, I bless thy gentle hand Lyrics: Father, I bless thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forced my conscience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring soul to God! Foolish and vain, I went astray Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord; I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word. 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well. The law that issues from thy mouth Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore. Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy Spirit formed my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous name, And guard me safe from death and sin. Then all that love and fear the Lord At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

Lord, unafflicted, undismay'd

Hymnal: Hymns of the Protestant Episcopal Church of the United States, as authorized by the General Convention #161 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sanctified Affliction Languages: English

Father! I bless thy gentle hand

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #459 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sanctified Affliction Lyrics: 1 Father! I bless thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring soul to God! 2 Foolish and vain I went astray Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord! I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well. 4 The Law, that issues from thy mouth, Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy Spirit form'd my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous name, And guard me safe from death and sin. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord, At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have trusted in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice.

Glory to thee, thou righteous God

Author: C. Wesley Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #621 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sanctified Affliction Lyrics: 1 Glory to thee, thou righteous God; Righteous, yet kind to me; For under thy paternal rod, Paternal love I see. 2 Though humbled in the lowest deep, Thy gracious hand I bless; And, thinking of thy love, I weep For my unfaithfulness. 3 Thou dost in tenderness chastise, And graciously reprove: My father!--all within me cries-- Thy ways are truth and love. Scripture: Jeremiah 12:1