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Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #69 (1790) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: Amidst thy wrath remember love Lyrics: 1 Amidst thy wrath remember love; Restore thy servant, Lord, Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest; Between the sorrow and the smart My spirit finds no rest. 3 My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’ atone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, That sinks my comforts down; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my father’s frown. 5 Lord, I am weaken'd and dismay'd, None of my powers are whole; My wounds with piercing anguish bleed, The anguish of my soul. 6 All my desire to thee are known, Thine eye counts every tear, And every sigh and every groan Is notic'd by thine ear. 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry, My God will bear my spirit up When Satan bids me die. 8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide, To see my virtue fail; They raise their pleasure and their pride, Whene'er their wiles prevail. 9 But I’ll confess my guilty ways, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak the seeds of grace, And beg support divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be forever nigh; O Lord of my salvation haste, Before thy servant die. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English

Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health

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.) #74b (1786) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: Amidst thy wrath remember love Lyrics: 1 Amidst thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord, Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest; Between the sorrow and the smart My spirit finds no rest. 3 My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, That sinks my comforts down; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my Father’s frown. 5 Lord, I am weaken'd and dismay'd, None of my powers are whole; My wounds with piercing anguish bleed, The anguish of my soul. 6 All my desire to thee are known, Thine eye counts every tear, And every sigh and every groan Is notic'd by thine ear. 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry, My God will bear my spirit up When Satan bids me die. 8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide, To see my virtue fail; They raise their pleasure and their pride, Whene'er their wiles prevail. 9 But I’ll confess my guilty ways, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak the seeds of grace, And beg support divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be forever nigh; O Lord of my salvation haste, Before thy servant die. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English

Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #74b (1787) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: Amidst thy wrath remember love Lyrics: 1 Amidst thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord, Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest; Between the sorrow and the smart My spirit finds no rest. 3 My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, That sinks my comforts down; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my father’s frown. 5 Lord, I am weaken'd and dismay'd, None of my powers are whole; My wounds with piercing anguish bleed, The anguish of my soul. 6 All my desire to thee are known, Thine eye counts every tear, And every sigh and every groan Is notic'd by thine ear. 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry, My God will bear my spirit up When Satan bids me die. 8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide, To see my virtue fail; They raise their pleasure and their pride, Whene'er their wiles prevail. 9 But I’ll confess my guilty ways, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak the seeds of grace, And beg support divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be forever nigh; O Lord of my salvation haste, Before thy servant die. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English

Psalm 116 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.254 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. Among the saints that fill thine house My off'rings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood! How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 116:12-19 Languages: English

What shall I render to my God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #433 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion Lyrics: What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. Among the saints that fill thine house My off'rings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood! How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 116:12-19 Languages: English

Psalm 116 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.253 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: I love the Lord; he heard my cries Lyrics: I love the Lord; he heard my cries, And pitied every groan; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. I love the Lord; he bowed his ear, And chased my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! My flesh declined, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead; While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplexed my wakeful head. "My God," I cried, "thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave, Thy power is all my trust." The Lord beheld me sore distressed, He bid my pains remove Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English

God of my life, look gently down

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #674 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sick bed Devotion Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were, May I be well prepar'd to go When I the summons hear. 6 But if my life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love.

Psalm 38

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.89 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: Amidst thy wrath remember love Lyrics: Amidst thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove Like an avenger's sword. Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. My sins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t' atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father's frown. Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my powers are whole: The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. All my desire to thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up, When Satan bids me die. [My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see 't; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. But I'll confess my guilt to thee, And grieve for all my sin; I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before thy servant die.] Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English

God of my life, look gently down

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXXIX.III (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion Lyrics: 11 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 12 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I’ll not attempt a murm'ring word Against thy chast'ning hand. 13 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 14 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble pow'rs can ne’er withstand, And all our beauty’s lost. 15 I’m but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 16 But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my bus'ness still, And I’ll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:11-13 Languages: English

Christ's Commission

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #78 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sick bed devotion First Line: Come happy souls! approach your God Languages: English