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Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #10 (1740) Topics: Complaint of sickness; Devotions on a sick Bed; Sickness healed; Temptations in 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

Temptation in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #11 (1740) Topics: Complaint of sickness; Devotions on a sick Bed; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness 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

When sickness shakes the languid frame

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #CXLII (1789) Topics: Life, Death, and a future State Comfort in Sickness and Death Lyrics: 1 When sickness shakes the languid frame, Each dazzling pleasure flies; Phantoms of bliss no more obscure Our long deluded eyes. 2 The the tremendous arm of death Its fatal sceptre shews; And nature faints beneath the weight Of complicated woes. 3 The tott'ring frame of mortal life Shall crumble into dust; Nature shall faint—but learn, my soul, On nature's God to trust. 4 The man, whose pious heart is fix'd On his all-gracious God, From ev'ry frown may draw a joy, And kiss the chast'ning rod. 5 Nor him shall death itself alarm; On heav'n his soul relies; With joy he views his Maker's love, And with composure dies. Languages: English

When sickness shakes the languid

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns and Psalms for Social and Private Worship (6th ed.) #286 (1827) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Comfort in sickness and death; Sickness and death anticipated Languages: English

For a time of general Sickness

Author: Leech Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXXXIX (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Times and Seasons Sickness; General sickness First Line: Death, with his dread commission seal'd Lyrics: 1 Death, with his dread commission seal'd, Now hastens to his arms: In awful state he takes the field, And sounds his dire alarms. 2 Attendant plagues around him stand, And wait his dread command; And pains, and dying groans obey The signal of his hand. 3 With cruel force, he scatters round His shafts of deadly power; While the grave waits its disten'd prey, Impatient to devour. 4 Look up, ye heirs of endless joy, Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is our reward, When life on earth shall fail. 5 What tho' his darts, promiscous hurl'd, Deal fatal plagues around; And heaps of putrid carcases O'erload the cumber'd ground; 6 The arrows, that shall wound your flesh, Were giv'n him from above, Dipt in the great redeemer's blood, And feather'd all with love. 7 These, with a gentle hand, he throws, And saints lie gasping too; But heavenly strength supports their souls, And bears them conquerors thro'. 8 Joyful they stretch their wings abroad, And all in triumph rise, To the fair palace of their God, And mansions in the skies. Languages: English

When sickness shakes the languid frame

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, for the Use of Christians. (5th ed.) #B305 (1838) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Comfort in sickness and death Languages: English

Health, Sickness, and Recovery

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #52b (1740) Topics: Recovery from Sickness First Line: Firm was my Health, my Day was bright Lyrics: 1 Firm was my Health, my Day was bright, And I presum'd 'twould ne'er be Night; Fondly I said within my Heart, "Pleasure and Peace shall ne'er depart." 2 But I forgot thine Arm was strong Which made my Mountain stand so long: Soon as thy Face began to hide, My Health was gone, my Comforts dy'd. 3 I cry'd aloud to Thee, my God; "What can'st thou profit by my Blood? "Deep in the Dust can I declare "Thy Truth, or sing thy Goodness there? 4 "Hear me, O GOD of Grace, I said, "And bring me from among the Dead;" Thy Word rebuk'd the Pains I felt, Thy pard'ning Love remov'd my Guilt. 5 My Groans, and Tears, and Forms of Woe Are turn'd to Joy and Praises now; I throw my Sackcloth on the Ground, And Ease and Gladness gird me round 6 My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy Name; Thy Praise shall sound thro' Earth and Heav'n For Sickness heal'd, and Sins forgiv'n. Scripture: Psalm 30:6 Languages: English

Recovery from Sickness

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #210a (1740) Topics: Recovery from Sickness; Sickness healed 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; O 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 Pow'r can rescue from the Grave, "Thy Pow'r is all my Trust." 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bid 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

When sickness shakes the frame

Hymnal: The New Hymn Book, Designed for Universalist Societies #443 (1833) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Comfort in sickness and death

When sickness shakes the languid frame

Author: Heginbotham Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship (6th ed.) #508 (1832) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Comfort in sickness and death Languages: English