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Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace
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.) #237a (1786) Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest,
Pity my suffering state;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest,
From lips that love deceit?
2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste
My golden hours of life.
3 Oh might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong:
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!
6 Should burning arrows smite thee through,
Strict justice would approve;
But I would rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English
Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace
Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #237a (1787) Topics: Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors; Complaint of quarrelsome neighbors First Line: Thou God of love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou God of love, thou ever-blest,
Pity my suffering state;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest,
From lips that love deceit?
2 Hard lot of mine! My days are cast
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing quarrels waste
My golden hours of life.
3 Oh might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.
5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong:
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!
6 Should burning arrows smite thee through,
Strict justice would approve;
But I would rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love. Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English
Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #252 (1786) Topics: Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within:
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The antient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #252 (1790) Topics: Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within,
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The antient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #269 (1786) Topics: Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within:
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The antient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #269 (1787) Topics: Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succour from thy throne,
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass:
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace;
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burthen me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.
4 I dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within:
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The actient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn;
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove,
And God forever hide his love?
7 My God, thy long delay to save,
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave;
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye;
Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
Oh might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my weary powers rejoice!
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my weary soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show
The paths in which my feet should go:
If snares and foes beset the road,
I'll flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill:
Let the good spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain,
The tempter then shall rage in vain;
And flesh that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body
Complaint and Hope under great Pain
Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXXXVIII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint and hop in sickness First Line: Lord, I am paine'; but I resign Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign
My body to thy will;
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
Appoints the pains I feel.
2 Dark are thy ways of providence,
While they who love thee groan;
Thy reasons lies conceal'd from sense,
Mysterious and unknown.
3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God,
Lest the o'erburthen'd heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod.
4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease;
While every groan my father hears,
And every tear he sees.
5 [How shall I glorify my God
In bonds of grief confin'd?
Damp'd is my vigor, while this clod
Hands heavy on my mind.]
6 Is not some smiling hour at hand
With peace upon its wings?
Give it, O God, thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings. Languages: English
Complaint and Hope under great Pain
Complaint and hope under great pain
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCL (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sickness Complaint and hope in First Line: Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign
My body to thy will;
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
Appoints the pains I feel.
2 Dark are the ways of providence,
While they who love thee groan;
The reasons lie conceal'd from sense,
Mysterious and unknown.
3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God,
Lest the o'er burden'd heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod.
4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease;
While ev'ry groan my Father hears,
And ev'ry tear he sees.
5 [How shall I glorify my God,
In bonds of grief confin'd?
Damp'd is my vigor, while this clod
Hangs heavy on my mind.]
6 Is not some smiling hour at hand
With peace upon its wings?
Give it, O God, thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings.
Languages: English
Complaint and hope under great pain
Complaint and hope under great pain
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCL (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sickness Complaint and hope in First Line: Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign
My body to thy will;
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
Appoints the pains I feel.
2 Dark are the ways of providence,
While they who love thee groan;
The reasons lie conceal'd from sense,
Mysterious and unknown.
3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God,
Lest the o'er burden'd heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod.
4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease;
While ev'ry groan my Father hears,
And ev'ry tear he sees.
5 [How shall I glorify my God,
In bonds of grief confin'd?
Damp'd is my vigor, while this clod
Hangs heavy on my mind.]
6 Is not some smiling hour at hand
With peace upon its wings?
Give it, O God, thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings.
Languages: English
Complaint and hope under great pain
Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #10 (1740) Topics: Complaint of sickness 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
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