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Sanctified Afflictions; of, Delight in the Word of God

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.) #236 (1786) Topics: Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Father, I bless thy gentle hand 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 wandering 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. Scripture: Psalm 119:71-74 Languages: English

Sanctified Afflictions; of, Delight in the Word of God

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #236 (1787) Topics: Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Father, I bless thy gentle hand 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 wandering 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. Scripture: Psalm 119:71-74 Languages: English

The Saints Trial and Safety; or, moderated Afflictions

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.) #229a (1786) Topics: Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated; Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated First Line: Firm and unmov'd are they Lyrics: 1 Firm and unmov'd are they That rest their souls on God: Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. 2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around. 3 What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere. 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saints; The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. 7 But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell. Scripture: Psalm 125 Languages: English

The Saints Trial and Safety; or, moderated Afflictions

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #229a (1790) Topics: Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated; Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated First Line: Firm and unmov'd are they Lyrics: 1 Firm and unmov'd are they That rest their souls on God: Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. 2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around. 3 What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere. 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saints; The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. 7 But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell. Scripture: Psalm 125 Languages: English

The Saints Trial and Safety; or, moderated Afflictions

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.) #243b (1786) Topics: Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated; Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated First Line: Firm and unmov'd are they Lyrics: 1 Firm and unmov'd are they That rest their souls on God: Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. 2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around. 3 What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere. 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saints; The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. 7 But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell. Scripture: Psalm 125 Languages: English

The Saints Trial and Safety; or, moderated Afflictions

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #243b (1787) Topics: Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated; Afflictions moderated; Grace Tried by Affliction; Saints afflictions moderated First Line: Firm and unmov'd are they Lyrics: 1 Firm and unmov'd are they That rest their souls on God: Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. 2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around. 3 What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere. 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saints; The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. 7 But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell. Scripture: Psalm 125 Languages: English

Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body

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.) #252 (1786) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass: Behold thy servant pleads thy grace; Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within: My thoughts in musing silence trace The antient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God forever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; Oh might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show The paths in which my feet should go: If snares and foes beset the road, I'll flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill: Let the good spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English

Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #252 (1790) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass: Behold thy servant pleads thy grace; Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within, My thoughts in musing silence trace The antient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God forever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; Oh might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show The paths in which my feet should go: If snares and foes beset the road, I'll flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill: Let the good spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English

Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body

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.) #269 (1786) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass: Behold thy servant pleads thy grace; Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within: My thoughts in musing silence trace The antient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God forever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; Oh might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show The paths in which my feet should go: If snares and foes beset the road, I'll flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill: Let the good spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English

Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #269 (1787) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass: Behold thy servant pleads thy grace; Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within: My thoughts in musing silence trace The actient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God forever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; Oh might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show The paths in which my feet should go: If snares and foes beset the road, I'll flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill: Let the good spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English