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Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan

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.) #9 (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #9 (1790) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade Ther's no releaf in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan

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.) #12 (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #12 (1787) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: My God, how many are my fears? Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

Doubts and Fears supprest: or GOD our Defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #7 (1740) Topics: Satan subdued First Line: My God, how many are my Fears! Lyrics: 2 My GOD, how many are my Fears! How fast my Foes increase! Conspiring my eternal Death, They break my present Peace. 2 The lying Tempter would persuade There's no Relief in Heav'n; And all my swelling Sins appear Too big to be forgiv'n. 3 But thou, my Glory and my Strength, Shalt on the Tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threat'ning Guilt, And raise my drooping Head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy Hill He bowed a list'ning Ear; I call'd my Father, and my GOD, And he subdu'd my Fear. 5 He shed soft Slumbers on mine Eyes; In spight of all my Foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the Grace That guarded my repose.] 6 What though the Hosts of Death and Hell All arm'd against me stood: Terrors no more shall shake my Soul; My Refuge is my GOD. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy Grace, While I thy Glory sing; My GOD has broke the Serpent's Teeth, And Death has lost his Sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His Arm alone can save. Blessings attend thy People here, And reach beyond the Grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

Complaint under the Temptation of Death

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.) #23 (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my son, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaint under the Temptation of Death

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #23 (1790) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaint under the Temptation of Death

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.) #27 (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaint under the Temptation of Death

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #27 (1787) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes controul, And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

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.) #10 (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:8 Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #10 (1790) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

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.) #13a (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Temptations in Sickness overcome

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.) #13b (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and chear my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13 (1787) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:8 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13a (1790) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Temptations in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13b (1790) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair: But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and chear my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

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.) #16 (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #16 (1787) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: In Anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Temptations in Sickness overcome

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.) #17a (1786) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Temptations in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #17a (1787) Topics: Satan subdued; Satan subdued First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Psalm 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.7 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Satan subdued First Line: My God, how many are my fears! Lyrics: My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. The lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heav'n; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiv'n. But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. [I cried, and from his holy hill He bowed a listening ear; I called my Father, and my God, And he subdued my fear. He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose.] What though the hosts of death and hell All armed against me stood, Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save: Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

Psalm 13

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.25 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Satan subdued First Line: How long, O Lord, shall I complain Lyrics: How long, O Lord, shall I complain, Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide, And I still pray, and be denied? Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not Still shall my soul thine absence mourn, And still despair of thy return? How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed? And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief: If thou withhold thy heav'nly light, I sleep in everlasting night. How will the powers of darkness boast, If but one praying soul be lost! But I have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Psalm 13

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.26 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Satan subdued First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays That chase my fears away? How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control, And ease my raging pain. See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts. Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed In death's eternal sleep. How would the tempter boast aloud If I become his prey! Behold, the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay. But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Where all my hopes have hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And victory shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

How long, O Lord! shall I complain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P13a (1766) Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord! shall I complain, Like one that seeks his GOD in vain. Canst thou thy Face for ever hide? And I still pray and be deny'd? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my Soul thine Absence mourn? And still despair of thy Return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled Breast Be with these anxious Thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious Foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick Relief, Before my Death conclude my Grief; If thou with-hold thy heav'nly Light, I sleep in everlasting Night. 5 How will the Pow'rs of Darkness boast, If but one praying Soul be lost? But I have trusted in thy Grace, And shall again behold thy Face. 6 Whate'er my Foes or Fears suggest, Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest, My Heart shall feel thy Love, and raise My chearful Voice to Songs of Praise. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

How long wilt thou conceal thy Face?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P13b (1766) Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face? My GOD, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly Rays That chace my Fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring Soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy Word can all my Foes controul, And ease my raging Pain. 3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries All his malicious Arts He spreads a Mist around my Eyes, And throws his fiery Darts. 4 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield, My Soul in Safety keep; Make Haste before mine Eyes are seal'd In Death's eternal Sleep. 5 How would the Tempter boast aloud If I become his Prey! Behold the Sons of Hell grow proud At thy so long Delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy Rebuke, And Satan hide his Head; He knows the Terrors of thy Look, And hears thy Voice with Dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign Grace, Where all my Hopes have hung; I shall employ my Lips in Praise, And Vict'ry shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Pleading with GOD under Desertion; or, Hope in Darkness

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #22a (1740) Topics: Satan subdued First Line: How long, O Lord! shall I complain Lyrics: 1 How long, O Lord! shall I complain, Like one that seeks his GOD in vain. Canst thou thy Face for ever hide? And I still pray and be deny'd? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regardest not? Still shall my Soul thine Absence mourn? And still despair of thy Return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled Breast Be with these anxious Thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious Foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick Relief, Before my Death conclude my Grief; If thou with-hold thy heav'nly Light, I sleep in everlasting Night. 5 How will the Pow'rs of Darkness boast, If but one praying Soul be lost? But I have trusted in thy Grace, And shall again behold thy Face. 6 Whate'er my Foes or Fears suggest, Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Rest, My Heart shall feel thy Love, and raise My chearful Voice to Songs of Praise. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Complaints under Temptations of the Devil

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #22b (1740) Topics: Satan subdued First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy Face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face? My GOD, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly Rays That chace my Fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring Soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy Word can all my Foes controul, And ease my raging Pain. 3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries All his malicious Arts He spreads a Mist around my Eyes, And throws his fiery Darts. 4 Be thou my Sun, and thou my Shield, My Soul in Safety keep; Make Haste, before mine Eyes are seal'd In Death's eternal Sleep. 5 How would the Tempter boast aloud If I become his Prey! Behold the Sons of Hell grow proud At thy so long Delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy Rebuke, And Satan hide his Head; He knows the Terrors of thy Look, And hears thy Voice with Dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign Grace, Where all my Hopes have hung; I shall employ my Lips in Praise, And Vict'ry shall be sung. Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English

Psalm 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.8 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Satan subdued First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I raised an evening cry: Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. Supported by thine heav'nly aid, I laid me down, and slept secure: Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. But God sustained me all the night: Salvation doth to God belong; He raised my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song. Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 Languages: English

Psalm 6

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.12 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Satan subdued First Line: In anger, Lord, rebuke me not Lyrics: In anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. My soul's bowed down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppressed; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. Sorrow and pain wear out my days, I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eye consumed with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans; He saves us for his mercy's sake, And heals our broken bones. The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Psalm 6

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.13 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Satan subdued First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P6b (1766) Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with Kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce Wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing Estate, And ease the Sorrows that I feel, The Wounds thine heavy Hand hath made, O let thy gentler Touches heal! 3 See how I pass my weary Days In Sighs and Groans; and when 'tis Night, My Bed is water'd with my Tears; My Grief consumes, and dims my Sight. 4 Look how the Powers of Nature mourn! How long, Almighty GOD, how long? When shall thine Hour of Grace return? When shall I make thy Grace my Song? 5 I feel my Flesh so near the Grave, My Thoughts are tempted to despair: But Graves can never praise the Lord, For all is Dust and Silence there. 6 Depart, ye Tempters, from my Soul; And all despairing Thoughts depart; My GOD, who hears my humble Moan, Will ease my Flesh, and chear my Heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

My Trust is in my heav'nly Friend

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P7 (1766) Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: 1 My Trust is in my heav'nly Friend, My Hope in Thee, my GOD; Rise, and my helpless Life defend From those that seek my Blood. 2 With Insolence and Fury they My Soul in Pieces tear, As hungry Lions rend the Prey, When no Deliverer's near. 3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my Foe, Then let him tread my Life to Dust, And lay mine Honour low. 4 If there be Malice found in me, I know thy piercing Eyes; I should not dare appeal to Thee, Nor ask my GOD to rise. 5 Arise, my GOD, lift up thy Hand, Their Pride and Pow'r controul; Awake to Judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my Soul. Pause. 6 [Let Sinners, and their wicked Rage Be humbled to the Dust; Shall not the GOD of Truth engage To vindicate the Just? 7 He knows the Heart, he tries the Reigns, He will defend th' Upright: His sharpest Arrows he ordains Against the Sons of Spite. 8 For me their Malice digg'd a Pit, But there themselves are cast; My GOD makes all their Mischiefs light On their own Heads at last.] 9 That cruel persecuting Race Must feel his dreadful Sword: Awake my Soul, and praise the Grace And Justice of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #8a (1740) Topics: Satan subdued First Line: O Lord, how many are my Foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my Foes, In this weak State of Flesh and Blood! My Peace they daily discompose, But my Defence and Hope is GOD. 2 Tir'd with the Burdens of the Day, To thee I rais'd an Evening Cry: Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine Almighty Help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heav'nly Aid, I laid me down, and slept secure: Not Death should make my Heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the Night; Salvation doth to GOD belong: He rais'd my Head to see the Light, And make his Praise my Morning Song. Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 Languages: English

O Lord, our heavenly King

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P8a (1766) Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy Name is all Divine; Thy Glories round the Earth are spread, And o'er the Heav'ns they shine. 2 When to thy Works on high I raise my wond'ring Eyes, And see the Moon complete in Light Adorn the darksome Skies 3 When I survey the Stars, And all their shining Forms, Lord, what is Man, that worthless Thing, A kin to Dust and Worms? 4 Lord, what is worthless Man, That thou shouldst love him so? Next to thine Angels is he plac'd, And Lord of all below. 5 Thine Honours crown his Head, While Beasts, like Slaves obey, And Birds that cut the Air with Wings, And Fish that cleave the Sea. 6 How rich thy Bounties are! And wond'rous are thy Ways: Of Dust and Worms thy Pow'r can frame A Monument of Praise. 7 [Out of the Mouths of Babes And Sucklings, thou canst draw Surprizing Honours to thy Name, And strike the World with Awe. 8 O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy Name is all Divine: Thy Glories round the Earth are spread, And o'er the Heav'ns they shine.] Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #10 (1740) Topics: Satan subdued First Line: In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not Lyrics: 1 In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful Storm; Nor let thy Fury grow so hot Against a feeble Worm. 2 My Soul's bow'd down with heavy Cares, My Flesh with Pain opprest: My Couch is Witness to my Tears, My tears forbid my Rest. 3 Sorrow and Pain wear out my Days; I waste the Night with Cries, Counting the Minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow Morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine Eye consum'd with Grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine Hand affords Relief? 5 He hears when Dust and Ashes speak, He pities all our Groans; He saves us for his Mercy's Sake, And heals our broken Bones. 6 The Virtue of his sov'reign Word Restores our fainting Breath; For silent Graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in Death. Scripture: Psalm 6

Why doth the Lord stand off so far?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P10 (1766) Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal his Face, When great Calamities appear, And Times of deep Distress? 2 Lord, shall the Wicked still deride Thy Justice and thy Power? Shall they advance their Heads in Pride, And still thy Saints devour? 3 They put thy Judgments from their Sight, And then insult the Poor; They boast in their exalted Height, That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O GOD, lift up thine Hand, Attend our humble Cry; No Enemy shall dare to stand, When GOD ascends on high. Pause. 5 Why do the Men of Malice rage, And say, with foolish Pride, "The GOD of Heav'ns will ne'er engage "To fight on Zion's Side." 6 But thou for ever art our Lord, And pow'rful is thine Hand, As when the Heathen felt thy Sword, And perish'd from thy Land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our Hearts to pray, And cause thine Ear to hear; He hearkens what his Children say, And puts the World in Fear. 8 Proud Tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the Just; And mighty Sinners shall confess They are but Earth and Dust. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English

Temptation in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #11 (1740) Topics: Satan subdued First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with Kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce Wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing Estate, And ease the Sorrows that I feel; The Wounds thine heavy Hand hath made, O let thy gentler Touches heal! 3 See how I pass my weary Days In Sighs and Groans; and when 'tis Night My Bed is water'd with my Tears; My Grief consumes, and dims my Sight. 4 Look, how the Powers of Nature mourn! How long, Almighty GOD, how long? When shall thine Hour of Grace return? When shall I make thy Grace my Song? 5 I feel my Flesh so near the Grave, My Thoughts are tempted to despair; But Graves can never praise the Lord, For all is Dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye Tempters, from my Soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My GOD, who hears my humble Moan, Will ease my Flesh, and cheer my Heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Jesus, the man of constant grief

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #129 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: Jesus, the man of constant grief, A mourner all his days; His spirit once rejoiced aloud, And turn'd his joy to praise: "Father, I thank thy wondrous love, That hath revealed thy Son To men unlearned, and to babes Has made thy gospel known. "The mysteries of redeeming grace Are hidden from the wise, While pride and carnal reasonings join To swell and blind their eyes." Thus doth the Lord of heav'n and earth His great decrees fulfil, And orders all his works of grace By his own sovereign will. Scripture: Luke 10:21 Languages: English

Let every mortal ear attend

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #195 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice. Lo! all ye hungry, starving souls. That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind. Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain To weave a garment of your own That will not hide your sin, Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepared by God, Wrought by the labors of his Son, And dyed in his own blood.] Dear God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins. The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Scripture: Isaiah 55:1-2 Languages: English

Bless'd be the everlasting God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #239 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: Blest be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored. When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust, Yet as the Lord our Savior rose, So all his followers must. There's an inheritance divine Reserved against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot waste away. Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home. Scripture: 1 Peter 1:3-5 Languages: English

The lands that long in darkness lay

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #264 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: The lands that long in darkness lay Now have beheld a heav'nly light; Nations that sat in death's cold shade Are blessed with beams divinely bright. The virgin's promised Son is born, Behold th' expected child appear: What shall his names or titles be? "The Wonderful, the Counsellor." [This infant is the mighty God, Come to be suckled and adored; Th' eternal Father, Prince of Peace, The Son of David, and his Lord.] The government of earth and seas Upon his shoulders shall be laid; His wide dominions still increase, And honors to his name be paid. Jesus, the holy child, shall sit High on his father David's throne; Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, And reign to ages yet unknown. Scripture: Isaiah 9:7 Languages: English

All mortal vanities, begone

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #274 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Satan subdued Lyrics: All mortal vanities, begone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears; Behold, amidst th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears. [Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Marked with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power. Lo! he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne; Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees and things unknown.] All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel sound Address their honors to his name. [The Joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills "Worthy art thou alone," they cry, To read the book, to loose the seals."] Our voices join the heav'nly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, To be our Teacher and our King!" His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines. Thou hast redeemed our souls from hell With thine invaluable blood; And wretches that did once rebel Are now made fav'rites of their God. Worthy for ever is the Lord, That died for treasons not his own, By every tongue to be adored, And dwell upon his Father's throne! Scripture: Revelation 5:6-9 Languages: English

The shield of faith

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #588 (1891) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Satan Subdued First Line: Soldiers of Christ, lay hold Scripture: 2 Timothy 2:3 Languages: English

The seed of the Church

Author: W. J. Fox; Martin Luther Hymnal: Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church #911 (1891) Meter: 6 Topics: Satan Subdued First Line: Flung to the heedless winds Scripture: Ecclesiastes 1:2 Languages: English

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