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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, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #136 (1786) Topics: Patience in darkness; Patience in darkness 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 #136 (1790) Topics: Patience in darkness; Patience in darkness 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

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

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.) #143 (1786) Topics: Patience in darkness; Patience in darkness First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 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. 10 Grace dwelt 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

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #143 (1787) Topics: Patience in darkness; Patience in darkness First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 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. 10 Grace dwelt 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

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: Patience in darkness; Patience in darkness 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: Patience in darkness; Patience in darkness 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

Before Thee, Lord, I Bow My Head

Author: Joseph H. Dean, 1855–1947 Hymnal: Hymns of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints #158 (1985) Topics: Patience Lyrics: 1. Before thee, Lord, I bow my head And thank thee for what has been said. My soul vibrates; my poor heart sings When thy sweet Spirit strikes the strings. How sweet thy word I’ve heard this day! Be thou my guide, O Lord, I pray. May I in patience do my part. Seal thou the word upon my heart. 2. Do thou, O Lord, anoint mine eyes That I may see and win the prize. My heart is full; mine eyes are wet. Oh, help me, Lord, lest I forget. So may my soul be filled with light That I may see and win the fight, And then at last exalted be, In peace and rest, O Lord, with thee. 3. Look up, my soul; be not cast down. Keep not thine eyes upon the ground. Break off the shackles of the earth. Receive, my soul, the spirit’s birth. And now as I go forth again To mingle with my fellowmen, Stay thou nearby, my steps to guide, That I may in thy love abide. Scripture: Psalm 119:103-105 Languages: English Tune Title: SARAH

O Master, let me walk with Thee

Author: Washington Gladden Hymnal: The Hymnal #196 (1921) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Christ Patience of; Patience Of Christians Languages: English Tune Title: SAXBY

Spirit of God, Descend upon My Heart

Author: George Croly, 1780-1860 Hymnal: Hymns for a Pilgrim People #228 (2007) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Topics: Patience Lyrics: 1 Spirit of God, descend upon my heart; Wean it from earth, through all its pulses move; Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art, And make me love Thee as I ought to love. 2 I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies, No sudden rending of the veil of clay, No angel visitant, no op'ning skies, But take the dimness of my soul away. 3 Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh; Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear: To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh; Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer. 4 Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love, One holy passion filling all my frame; The baptism of the heav'n-descended Dove. My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame. Amen. Scripture: Galatians 5:25 Languages: English Tune Title: MORECAMBE

Pardoning Grace

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.) #233 (1786) Topics: Patience in darkness; Patience in darkness First Line: Out of the deeps of long distress Lyrics: 1 Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. 2 Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. 3 But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degree! Thy Son has bought them with his blood To draw us near to thee. 4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word Stands watching at thy gate.] 5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes. 6 So waits my soul to see thy grace And more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.] 7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace. 8 There’s full redemption at his throne, For sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his son: And Israel shall be sav'd. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English