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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: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope 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, 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.) #144 (1786) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope 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 world, 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 #144 (1787) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope 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 world, 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

Surprising Deliverance

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.) #229b (1786) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Surprising Deliverance

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #229b (1790) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Surprising Deliverance

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.) #244 (1786) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Surprising Deliverance

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #244 (1787) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Psalm 42 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.97 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy reproved First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook. When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control, "And where's your God at last?" 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove, For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-5 Languages: English

Psalm 42 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.98 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Melancholy reproved First Line: My spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "My God, my heav'nly rock, Why doth thy love so long forget The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly hill, My God, my most exceeding joy. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Psalm 77 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.164 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy and hope First Line: To God I cried with mournful voice Lyrics: To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called thy judgments o'er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold thy grace. I called thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will he for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 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. Grace dwells 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