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Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining
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.) #71 (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down 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 stranger here 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 spared a while
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining
Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without Repining
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #71 (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down 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 stranger here 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 spared a while
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without Repining
Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining
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.) #77 (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down 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 stranger here 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 spared a while,
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining
Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #77 (1787) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down 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 stranger here 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 spared a while
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
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.) #70a (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue,
"Lest I let slip one sinful word,
"Or do my neighbour wrong."
2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be over-aw'd,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
The Vanity of Man as mortal
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.) #70b (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time:
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all the noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore,
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And strait are seen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recal;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English
The Vanity of Man as mortal
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #70a (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue,
"Lest I let slip one sinful word,
"Or do my neighbour wrong."
2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be over-aw'd,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
The Vanity of Man as Mortal
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #70b (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time:
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all the noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore,
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And strait are seen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English
The Vanity of Man as Mortal
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
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.) #76a (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue,
"Lest I let slip one sinful word,
"Or do my neighbour wrong."
2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be over-aw'd,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
The Vanity of Man as mortal
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.) #76b (1786) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all the noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore,
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And strait are seen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recal;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English
The Vanity of Man as mortal
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #76a (1787) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolv'd before the Lord,
"Now will I watch my tongue,
"Lest I let slip one sinful word,
"Or do my neighbour wrong."
2 Whene'er constrain'd a while to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be over-aw'd,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That we can speak for God. Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
Watchfulness over the Tongue; or Prudence and Zeal
The Vanity of Man as mortal
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #76b (1787) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion; Devotion on a sick bed; Sick bed devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time:
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all the noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore,
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And strait are seen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recal;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all. Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English
The Vanity of Man as mortal
Psalm 6
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.13 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion 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
Psalm 6
Recovery from Sickness
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.) #204 (1786) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: I love the Lord: He heard my cries Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord: He heard my cries,
And pity'd every groan,
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.
2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
Oh let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!
3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs and fears of hell
Perplex'd my wakeful head.
4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;
"Thy power can rescue from the grave,
"Thy power is all my trust.
5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.
6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English
Recovery from Sickness
Recovery from Sickness
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #204 (1790) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: I love the Lord: He heard my cries Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord: He heard my cries,
And pity'd every groan,
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.
2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
Oh let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!
3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs and fears of hell
Perplex'd my wakeful head.
4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just:
"Thy power can rescue from the grave,
"Thy power is all my trust.
5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.
6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English
Recovery from Sickness
Thanks for private Deliverance
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.) #205a (1786) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: 1 What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints that fill thine house
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight?
How precious is their blood?
4 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.
5 Now I am thine, forever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.
6 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
Thanks for private Deliverance
Thanks for private Deliverance
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #205a (1790) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: 1 What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints that fill thine house
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight?
How precious is their blood?
4 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.
5 Now I am thine, forever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.
6 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
Thanks for private Deliverance
Recovery from Sickness
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.) #217 (1786) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: I love the Lord: He heard my cries Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord: He heard my cries,
And pity'd every groan,
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.
2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
Oh let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!
3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs and fears of hell
Perplex'd my wakeful head.
4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;
"Thy power can rescue from the grave,
"Thy power is all my trust.
5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.
6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English
Recovery from Sickness
Recovery from Sickness
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #217 (1787) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: I love the Lord: He heard my cries Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord: He heard my cries,
And pity'd every groan,
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.
2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
Oh let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!
3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead,
While inward pangs and fears of hell
Perplex'd my wakeful head.
4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;
"Thy power can rescue from the grave,
"Thy power is all my trust.
5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.
6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English
Recovery from Sickness
Thanks for private Deliverance
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.) #218a (1786) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: 1 What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints that fill thine house
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight?
How precious is their blood?
4 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.
5 Now I am thine, forever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.
6 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
Thanks for private Deliverance
Thanks for private Deliverance
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #218a (1787) Topics: Sick bed devotion; Sick bed devotion First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: 1 What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown?
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.
2 Among the saints that fill thine house
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear thy servants in thy sight?
How precious is their blood?
4 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.
5 Now I am thine, forever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.
6 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
Thanks for private Deliverance
Psalm 6
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.12 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion 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
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: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion 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
Jesus, the man of constant grief
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: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion 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
The lands that long in darkness lay
Psalm 39 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.90 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: Thus I resolved before the Lord Lyrics:
Thus I resolved before the Lord,-
"Now will I watch my tongue;
Lest I let slip one sinful word,
Or do my neighbor wrong."
And if I'm e'er constrained to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.
I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.
Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be overawed,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.
Scripture: Psalm 39:1-3 Languages: English
Psalm 39 Part 1
Psalm 39 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.91 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics:
Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all the noise is vain.
Some walk in honor's gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.
What should I wish or wait for, then,
From creatures earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.
Scripture: Psalm 39:4-7 Languages: English
Psalm 39 Part 2
Psalm 39 Part 3
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.92 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics:
God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;
But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.
Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word
Against thy chast'ning hand.
Yet I may plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;
My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.
Crushed as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.
[This mortal life decays apace,
How soon the bubble's broke!
Adam and all his num'rous race
Are vanity and smoke.]
I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear.
But if my life be spared awhile,
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.
Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English
Psalm 39 Part 3
Now in the heat of youthful blood
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #592 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion Lyrics:
Now in the heat of youthful blood
Remember your Creator God:
Behold, the months come hast'ning on,
When you shall say, "My joys are gone!"
Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.
The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain,
Ascends to God, not there to dwell,
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.
Eternal King! I fear thy name;
Teach me to know how frail I am;
And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.
Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1 Languages: English
Now in the heat of youthful blood
Lo, the young tribes of Adam rise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #594 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Sick-Bed Devotion Lyrics:
Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise,
And through all nature rove
Fulfil the wishes of their eyes,
And taste the joys they love.
They give a loose to wild desires;
But let the sinners know
The strict account that God requires
Of all the works they do.
The Judge prepares his throne on high,
The frighted earth and seas
Avoid the fury of his eye,
And flee before his face.
How shall I bear that dreadful day,
And stand the fiery test?
I give all mortal joys away,
To be for ever blessed.
Scripture: Ecclesiastes 11:9 Languages: English
Lo, the young tribes of Adam rise
Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health
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.) #69 (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
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
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
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
Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health
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
Psalm 116 Part 2
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
What shall I render to my God
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
Psalm 116 Part 1
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.
God of my life, look gently down
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
Psalm 38
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
God of my life, look gently down
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
Christ's Commission
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #593 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion Lyrics:
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young,
Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue,
Taste the delights your souls desire,
And give a loose to all your fire;
Pursue the pleasures you design,
And cheer your hearts with songs and wine;
Enjoy the day of mirth, but know
There is a day of judgment too.
God from on high beholds your thoughts,
His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done
Must all appear before the sun.
The vengeance to your follies due
Should strike your hearts with terror through:
How will you stand before his face,
Or answer for his injured grace?
Almighty God! turn off their eyes
From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.
Scripture: Ecclesiastes 11:9 Languages: English
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young
Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P6b (1766) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed 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
Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes
Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #10 (1740) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed 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
Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed
Why doth the Lord stand off so far?
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P10 (1766) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed 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
Why doth the Lord stand off so far?
Temptation in Sickness overcome
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #11 (1740) Topics: Devotions on a sick Bed 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
Temptation in Sickness overcome
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: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed 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
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: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed 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
Temptations in Sickness overcome
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13a (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed 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
Temptations in Sickness overcome
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13b (1790) Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed 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
Temptations in Sickness overcome
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: Devotion on a sick bed; Devotion on a sick bed 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
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