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God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #165b (1790) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes? While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose. 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head; My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. 3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd, Thy promise bore me up Thy grace stood constant by my side, And rais'd my sinking hope. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. 5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

Saints chastised, and Sinners destroyed; or Instructive Affilctions

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.) #175 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions First Line: O God! to whom revenge belongs Lyrics: 1 O God! to whom revenge belongs, Proclaim thy wrath aloud; Let sovereign power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. 2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the vain be wise? Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. 4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providence, thy sacred book Shall make them know their God. 5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. 6 But God will ne’er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer’s sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:1-2 Languages: English

Saints chastised, and Sinners destroyed; or Instructive Affilctions

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #175 (1787) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions First Line: O God! to whom revenge belongs Lyrics: 1 O God! to whom revenge belongs, Proclaim thy wrath aloud; Let sovereign power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. 2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the vain be wise? Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. 4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providence, thy sacred book Shall make them know their God. 5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. 6 But God will ne’er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer’s sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:7-14 Languages: English

God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution

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.) #176 (1786) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes? While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose. 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head. My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. 3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd, Thy promise bore me up Thy grace stood constant by my side, And rais'd my sinking hope. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comfors cheer my soul. 5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

God our Support and Comfort; or Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #176 (1787) Topics: Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions; Afflicted Saints happy; Afflictions instruction by them; Afflictions sanctified; Afflictions of saints and sinners different; Instructive afflictions; Sanctified afflictions First Line: Who will arise and plead my right Lyrics: 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes? While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose. 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. 3 Alas! my sliding feet! I cry'd, Thy promise bore me up Thy grace stood constant by my side, And rais'd my sinking hope. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. 5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Scripture: Psalm 94:16-23 Languages: English

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: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #252 (1790) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; 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

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: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #269 (1787) Topics: Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Afflicted their prayer; Afflictions very great; 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

O GOD! to whom Revenge belongs

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P94a (1766) Topics: Afflicted Instruction by them; Afflicted of Saints and Sinners different; Afflicted sanctified; Instructive Affliction Lyrics: 1 O GOD! to whom Revenge belongs, Proclaim thy Wrath aloud; Let sov'reign Pow'r redress our Wrongs, Let Justice smite the Proud. 2 They say, The Lord nor sees nor hears; When will the Fools be wise? Can he be deaf, who form'd their Ears? Or blind, who made their Eyes? 3 He knows their impious Thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his Pow'r; His Wrath shall pierce their Souls with Pain In some surprising Hour. 4 But if thy Saints deserve Rebuke, Thou hast a gentler Rod; Thy Providences and thy Book Shall make them know their GOD. 5 Blest is the Man thy Hands chastise, And to his Duty draw; Thy Scourges make thy Children wise When they forget thy Law. 6 But GOD will ne'er cast off his Saints, Nor his own Promise break; He pardons his Inheritance For their Redeemer's Sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:1-2 Languages: English