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LORD, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXLIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Lyrics: 1 LORD, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry Thy wonted Audience lend; In thy accustom'd Faith and Truth, A gracious Answer send, Nor to thy Justice bring Thy servant strictly to be try'd; For no frail mortal Man Can in thy Sight be justify'd, 2 The spiteful Foe pursues my Life, Whose Comforts all are fled; He drives me into Caves as dark As Mansions of the Dead. My Spirit is o'erwhelm'd, And therefore sinks within my Breast; My Heart grows desolate, With heavy Woes too much oppress'd. 3 I call to mind the Days of old, And Wonders thou hast wrought, My former Dangers and Escapes Employ my musing Thought. To thee my in humble Pray'r, My Hands I fervently stretch out; My Soul for Comfort thirsts, Like Land oppress'd with constant Drought. 4 Hear me with Speed, my Spirit fails, Thy Face no longer hide; Lest I become forlorn, like them That in the Grave reside. Thy Kindness let me hear, Whose Trust on thee alone depends; Teach me thy perfect Way, For still my Soul to thee ascends. 5 Do thou, O LORD, from all my Foes, Preserve, and set me free; A safe Retreat against their Rage, My Soul implores from thee. Thy righteous Will, O GOD, Instruct me ever to obey; Let thy good Spirit lead And keep my Soul in thy right Way. 6 Oh, for the sake of thy great Name, Revive my drooping Heart: For thy Truth's sake, to me distress'd, Thy promis'd Aid impart. In Pity to my Grief, Do thou reduce my Foes to shame; Slay them that vex my Soul, Devoted to thy holy Name. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry]

LORD, let thy just Decrees the King

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Coming and Government Lyrics: 1 LORD, let thy just Decrees the King In all his Ways direct; And let his Son, throughout his Reign, Thy righteous Laws respect. So shall he still thy People judge, With pure and upright Mind; Whilst all the helpless Poor shall him, Their just Protector find. 2 Then Hills and Mountains shall bring forth, The happy Fruits of Peace; Which all the Land shall own to be, The work of Righteousness; Whilst he the poor and needy Race. Shall rule with gentle Sway, And from their humble Necks, shall take Oppressive Yoaks away. 3 In ev'ry Heart, thy awful Fear Shall then be rooted fast, As long as Sun and Moon endure, Or Time itself shall last. He shall descend like Rain, that chears The Meadow's second Birth; Or like war Show'rs, whose gentle Drops, Refresh the thirsty Earth. 4 In his blest Days the Just and Good Shall be with Favour crown'd; The happy Land shall every where With endless Peace abound. His uncontroul'd Dominion shall From Sea to Sea extend; Begin at proud Euphrates' Stream, At Nature's Limits end. 5 To him the Savage Nations round, Shall bow their servile Heads; His vanquish'd Foes shall lick the Dust Where he his Conquest spreads. The Kings of Tarshish, and the Isles, Shall costly Presents bring; From spicy Sheba Gifts shall come, And wealthy Saba's King. 6 To him shall ev'ry King on Earth His humble Homage pay; And diff'ring Nations gladly join, To own his righteous Sway. For he shall set the needy free, When they for Succour cry; Shall save the Helpless, and the Poor, And all their Wants supply. Part II 7 His Providence, for needy Souls Shall due Supplies prepare; And over their defenceless Lives, Shall watch with tender Care. He shall preserve and keep their Souls From Fraud and Rapine free; And in his Sight, their guiltless Blood Of mighty Price shall be. 8 Therefore shall GOD his Life and Reign To many Years extend; Whilst Eastern Princes Tribute pay, And golden Presents send. For him shall constant Pray'rs be made, Thro' all his prosp'rous Days; His just Dominion shall afford A lasting Theme of Praise. 9 Of useful Grain thro' all the Land, Great Plenty shall appear; A Handful sown on Mountain Tops, A mighty Crop shall bear. Its Fruit, like Cedars shook by Winds, A rattling Noise shall yield; The City too shall thrive, and vie For Plenty, with the Field. 10 The Mem'ry of his glorious Name, Thro' endless Years shall run; His spotless Fame shall shine as bright And lasting as the Sun. In him the Nations of the Earth Shall be completely blest, And his unbounded Happiness By ev'ry Tongue confest. 11 Then bless'd be GOD, the mighty LORD, The GOD whom Israel fears; Who only wond'rous in his Works, Beyond Compare, appears. Let Earth be with His Glory fill'd; Forever bless his Name; Whilst to his Praise the list'ning World, Their glad Assent proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, let thy just Decrees the King]

Lord save me, for thy glorious Name

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LIV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 LORD save me, for thy glorious Name, In thy resistless Strength appear To judge my Cause, and to my Pray'r, Vouchsafe to lend a gracious Ear: Mere Strangers whom I never wrong'd, Against my Safety have design'd, And cruel Men that fear no GOD, To take my Soul have close combin'd. 2 But GOD takes part with all my Friends, And he's indeed the surest Guard; The GOD of Truth shall on my Foes Pour down their Falshood's just Reward. Whilst I my grateful Off'rings bring, And sacrifice with grateful Joy, And in his Praise my Time to come. With holy Extacy employ. 3 From dreadful Danger and Distress, The LORD of Life hath set me free: And through his Strength, of all my Foes, The just Destruction I shall see. Scripture: Psalm 54 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord save me, for thy glorious Name]

First and Second Adam

Author: Watts Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XXIV (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Patriarchal Types, and Prophecies of Christ First Line: Lord, what was man, when made at first Lyrics: 1 Lord, what was man, when made at first, Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou should'st set him and his race, But just below an Angel's place? 2 That thou should'st raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below; Make ev'ry beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet. 3 But O! what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state? What honors shall thy son adorn; Who condescended to be born? 4 See him below his angels made; See him in dust among the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin; But he shall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall, New made and glorious shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet. Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English

Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #V (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 Lord, with thy wonted Mercy hear, The Voice of my Distress; To my complaint bow down then Ear, And all my Wrongs redress. To thee my King and God, I will direct my mournful Cry, Accept my secret Pray'r, For on thee alone rely. 2 Soon as the Morn with cheerful Light, Shall paint the floating Skies, To thee I will my Pray'r address; To thee my Voice shall rise: Ev'n when the early Dawn, Shall shoot abroad it's timed Ray, To thee i will look up, To thee my GOD, devoutly pray. 3 In Men to Folly still inclin'd, The LORD takes not Delight; Nor will permit the sinful wretch, To stand before his Sight. The Wrongs which I sustain, The GOD of Truth will not approve, Who from his holy Place, Will all Unrighteousness remove. 4 The stubborn Fool, who still with Scorn, Rejects his proffer'd Grace, He will reject with just Disdain, And banish from his Face; Those who unrighteous Things, Do still with wicked Hearts pursue, His Vengeance will not leave, To stand unpunish'd in his View. Part 2d: 5. The sland'ring Tongue, oh GOD of Truth! Thou surely wilt destroy; In lying Lips and faithless Hearts, Thy Spirit finds no Joy; So likewise dost thou hate, The Man who is to Blood inclin'd; And his deceitful Race, From thee shall no Protection find. 6 But when thy heav'nly Grace, shall me To thy blest courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing Eyes, And humbly there adore; Ev'n at thy Temple Gate, With constant Zeal I will attend, And thence my Pray'r direct, To GOD, on whom I still depend. 7 Conduct me by thy righteous Laws, To me in mercy show, That sacred path of Truth, oh Lord! In which I ought to go. My Foes stand watching round, In Hopes my sudden Fall to see; Oh guard my heedless Steps, And from their Snares deliver me. 8 Their Mouths vent nothing but Deceit, To Slander still inclin'd; Their wicked Hearts against my Life, Have treach'rously design'd; Their Throat is like a Grave, That ever yawning to devour; They flatter with their Tongue, And still exult in lawless Pow'r. 9 In their own Counsels let them fall, By Loads of Guilt opprest; And as they others would have wrong'd, So let them be distrest. For they against thy Laws, Have ever harden'd Rebels been, They daily thee provok'd, By still persisting in their Sin. 10 But let all those, who trust in thee, Shout with triumphant Joy; And all their Hours in Songs of praise, Delightfully employ. Let those whom thou preserv'st, Thy Goodness all abroad proclaim; And tell what Bliss awaits, Those who revere thy holy Name. 11 To righteous men, the bounteous LORD, His Blessing will impart; Protection he affords to all, Who have an upright Heart. The LORD to all his Saints, His Grace and Favour will extend; And from approaching Harm, Their Lives as with a Shield defend. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear]

My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Lyrics: 1 My GOD! my GOD! why leavst thou me, When I with Anguish call on thee? Why dost thou me neglect, And my loud Pray'r reject? All Day, but all the day in vain, To thee, O LORD, do I complain: All Night have I implor'd Thy Help to me restor'd. 3 Yet thou, O LORD, art ever just, Relieving those, who in thee trust; Therefore shalt Israel raise To thee, continual Praise: On Thee our Ancestors rely'd, And in thy Strength their Foes defy'd; To thee their Pray'rs address'd, And with Success were bless'd. of Innocence oppress'd; 3 Thy sure Deliv'rance, LORD, they found, When Dangers gather'd thickest round; Thine Ears their Cries receiv'd, And they were soon reliev'd; But I, like none of human Birth, Am made the scoffing Rabble's Mirth; Ev'n like a Reptile base, They hold me in Disgrace. Part II 4 My Agonies, the gazing Crowd, Survey with Scorn and Laughter loud, They mock whilst I complain, And thus my Woes disdain: "He boasted, he was Heav'n's Delight, "Let GOD relieve his Favourite; "Let him Assistance send, "His Servant to defend. 5 But thou didst from my Mother's Womb, Make me a living Offspring come; Thy Care thou didst extend, Me helpless to defend: My Youth thou didst from Danger shield, And Guardian-like Protection yield; In thee I will confide, For thou wert still my Guide. 6 Withdraw not then, O GOD, Most high! Thy Aid, when Trouble is so nigh: Do thou that Help extend, On which I still depend. High-pamper'd Bulls, a frowning Throng, From Basan's Forest, fierce and strong, Prepare with growing Rage, Against me to engage. 7 They gape on me, and to my Fears, Each Mouth, a yawning Grave appears; Wide open to devour My Soul, when in their Pow'r: The desart Lion's savage Roar, Could not increase my Horrors more. In Compact close combin'd, They have my Fall design'd. Part III 8 My Joints are rack'd, and out of Frame; My Heart like Wax before the Flame. Within my Bosom glows; My Blood like Water flows: My Strength is parch'd' like Potter's Clay, My fault'ring Tongue forgets to play; My Soul all Hope resigns, And to the Grave declines. 9 Like Blood-hounds, they assembled round, My harmless Hands and Feet they wound; And through my constant Pain, I languish and complain; That all my Bones may well be told; Yet this as Pastime they behold. And still their Pleasure shew, At each Increase of Woe. 10 As Spoil, my Garments they divide: By Lots their Portions they decide; Therefore thy Arm extend, And kind Protection send. From their sharp Sword defend thou me, And let my Life from Danger free; Nor leave my Soul o'erpower'd, By Dogs to be devour'd. 11 To me, O GOD! Assistance send, My Life from Lions fierce defend; As once thy Strength prevail'd, When Unicorns assail'd, Then to my Brethren I'll proclaim The Triumphs of thy holy Name; And to the Saints repair, Thy Glory to declare. 12 "Praise ye the LORD in Songs divine, "Ye num'rous Race of Israel's Line; "To him with Fervour pray, "And low Obeisance pay: "His People he hath ne'er disdain'd, "Or turn'd his Face when they complain'd; "But to their humble Pray'r, "Doth lend a gracious Ear. 13 Thus in thy Courts, thy Name I'll bless, And in loud Songs my Thanks express; And to thy Saints declare, Thy providential Care. The meek Companions of my Grief, Shall at my Table find Relief; And all who seek thy Face, Shall find refreshing Grace. 14 Then shall the World their Homage pay, To GOD, and his Commands obey; His Pow'r they shall confess, And Pray'rs to him address. From Kings Submission to receive, In his supreme Prerogative, Who doth the Worlds sustain; And over all Things reign. 15 The Rich his Bounty must confess, The Poor their gen'rous Patron bless; To him they all resort, For Succour and Support: Then shall a Race exalt his Name, And to their Heirs his Truth proclaim, "Till Heav'n and Earth combin'd, Are all to GOD resign'd. Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English Tune Title: [My God! my God! why leav'st thou me]

No Glory, LORD, we claim

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXV (1767) Topics: Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Lyrics: 1 No Glory, LORD, we claim; But to thy sacred Name Be all the Praise addressed; Thou, who dost ever prove The GOD of Truth an dLOVE, Hath us in Mercy blessed. 2 Why should the Heathen say, "Where doth their GOD delay? "Why are they not released?" Our GOD, who dwells on high, The Sov'reign of the Sky, Hath done whate'er him pleased. 3 Their golden Idol stands, The Work of mortal Hands, It's Mouth no Words expressing; It hath both Eyes and Ears, Yet neither sees nor hears; It's Nose no Smell possessing. 4 Its Hands but useless prove, It's Feet can never move, To one fix'd Place confined; Though Idols senseless are, As stupid they appear, Who them for Gods designed. 5 Israel, on GOD depend, Who only can defend, And succour the Distressed; Priests, Levites, him alone Your GOD and Saviour own; To him be Praise addressed. 6 All ye that fear the LORD, Trust in his holy Word, On him with Faith relying: 'Tis he doth Comfort yield, He is your Help and Shield, Your Wants he's still supplying. 7 We have his Goodness seen, And GOD hath mindful been, Of Israel; he hath blessed Priest, Levites, great and small, His Proselytes, ev'n all, Who hath his Name confessed. 8 For you, and for your Heirs, His Blessing he prepares, Who made both Earth and Heaven; The Skies are all his own, This World he fran'd alone, Which he to us hath given. 9 The Dead, O righteous LORD! To thee no Praise afford, In silent Shades confined: But we will evermore, Thy glorious Name adore, With Hearts to thee resigned. Scripture: Psalm 115 Languages: English Tune Title: [No Glory, Lord, we claim]

Oh GOD, my gracious GOD, to thee

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Lyrics: 1 Oh GOD, my gracious GOD, to thee My Morning Pray'rs shall offer'd be; For thee my thirsty Soul doth pant; My parched Flesh implores thy Grace, Within this dry and barren Place, Where I refreshing Waters want. 2 Oh! to my longing Eyes, once more, That View of glorious Pow'r restore, Which thy majestic House displays: Because to me, thy wond'rous Love, Than Life itself does dearer prove, My Lips shall always speak thy Praise. 3 My Life, while I that Life enjoy, In blessing GOD I will employ, With lifted Hands adore his Name: My soul's Content shall be as great, As theirs, who choicest Dainties eat, While I with Joy his Praise proclaim. 4 When down I lie, sweet Sleep to find, Thou, LORD, art present to my Mind; And when I wake in Dead of Night: Because thou still dost Succour bring, Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing I rest with Safety and Delight. 5 My Soul, when Foes would me devour, Cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless Pow'r, In her Support is daily shown: But those the righteous LORD shall slay, That my Destruction wish, and they That seek my Life, shall lose their own. 6 They by untimely Ends shall die, Their Flesh a Prey to Foxes lie, But GOD shall fill the King with Joy: Who swears by thee, shall still rejoice; Whilst the false Tongue, and lying Voice, Thou, LORD, shalt silence and destroy. Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English Tune Title: [Oh, God, my gracious God, to thee]

O GOD, preserve me; I on thee depend

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XVI (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Lyrics: 1 O GOD, preserve me; I on thee depend, Thou art my LORD, O grant me thy Protection; My Goodness doth not unto thee extend, Nor ever can arrive at such Perfection: But to thy Saints, who all on Earth excelling, Are my Delight, with whom I chuse my dwelling. 2 To wicked Men, who other Gods adore, Severest Sorrows shall be multiplied; Their Offerings of Blood I do abhor, By which they have GOD's Pow'r and Wrath defied: With Idol's Names, however highly stiled, My Heart and Lips shall never be defiled. 3 My Lot is fallen in that blessed Land Where GOD is known, and Virtue is prevailing; 'Tis here he fills my Cup with lib'ral Hand, And builds my Throne with Firmness never failing: In Nature's fairest Scene he fixt my Station. With Honours crown'd above each neighb'ring Nation. 4 My Soul doth bless the LORD, who me sustains; His Counsels wise, in all my steps conduct me; In needful Knowledge also do my Reins, In deep Affliction's darkest Night, instruct me: I set the LORD before me; he directs me; I'll ne'er be mov'd, a present GOD protects me. 5 'Tis thus my chearful Heart all Grief defies, My Glory doth rejoice, for I'm assured, My Flesh shall rest in hope again to rise, Thy faithful word, this Hope hath well secured' Thou wilt not leave my Soul in Hell, nor give me To see Corruption; but wilt soon revive me. 6 The Paths of Life thou shalt to me display, The sacred Paths to thy bless'd Presence leading, Where endless Raptures dwell without Allay, With heav'nly Joy and Glory never fading; For in thy Presence is unbounded Pleasure, At thy Right-hand are Joys that now no Measure. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English Tune Title: [O God, preserve, me, I on thee depend]

O LORD our GOD! how great art thou!

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #VIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Lyrics: 1 O LORD, our GOD! how great art thou! To whom all earthly Creatures bow; To thy unbounded Sway subjected: How great is through the World thy Fame! Oh! may thy ever glorious Name Be still, with Rev'rence due, respected. 2 In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are sung; The Angel's Voice and Cherub' Tongue, Are endless Songs for thee preparing: And yet thy Wisdom doth ordain, That Infants should in heav'nly Strain, Be still thy Praise with Joy declaring. 3 Through thee the weak confound the strong, And so thou quell'st the wicked Throng Who have in evil Ways persisted: Thy Pow'r shall crush thy haughty Foes, Who boldly dare thy Strength oppose, And have thy mighty Arm resisted. 4 When, in Amazement lost, I stand, And view the Wonders of thy Hand, The Heav'ns, thy holy Habitation; The radiant Moon, that rules the Night, And glitt'ring Stars of feebler Light, With all the Works of thy Creation; 5 LORD, what is Man! surpriz'd, I cry, That thou should'st thus his Wants supply, And take him under thy Protection! Or what his Offspring, prove so kind, To keep them ever in thy Mind, And guide them by thy sure Direction. Part II: 6 Him cloath'd with Pow'r thou didst create, And crown'd with Dignity and State, In high exalted Station placed; Ev'n next to thy caelestial Train; Thou gav'st him o'er all thy Works to reign. 7 For him the lowing Oxen toil, To make the Earth with Plenty smile, And give their Labours uncomplaining: The bleating Sheep their Fleeces yield: He rules the Creatures of the Field, And those in desart Wilds remaining. 8 To him thou hast in Mercy giv'n The Birds that mount the azure Heav'n, With out-stretch'd Wings the Air dividing: And all the Fish that thro' the Sea, Delight to cut their liquid Way, With glossy Fins for ever gliding. 9 O LORD, our LORD, how great art thou! Thou whom all earthly Creatures bow; To thy unbounded Sway subjected: How great is thro' the World thy Fame! Oh may thy ever glorious Name, Be still with Rev'rence due respected! Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, our God! how great art thou]