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The Church's Prayer under Affliction; or, the Vineyard of God wasted
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.) #150 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Great Shepherd of thine Israel Lyrics: 1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel,
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep:
2 Thy church is in the desert now,
Shine from on high, and guide us through;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
3 Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How long shall we lament and pray?
And wait in vain thy kind return?
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
Pause I.
5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands
A lovely vine in heathen lands?
Did not thy power defend it round,
And heavenly dews enrich the ground?
6 How did the spreading branches shoot,
And bless the nations with the fruit;
But now, dear Lord, look down and see
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.
7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd?
Why hast thou laid her fences waste?
Strangers and foes against her join,
And every beast devours the vine.
8 Return, almighty God, return;
Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn:
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
Pause II.
9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew,
Thou wast its strength and glory too;
Attack'd in vain by all its foes,
Till the fair branch of promise rose.
10 Fair branch, ordain'd of old to shoot
From David’s stock, from Jacob’s root;
Himself a noble vine, and we
The lesser branches of the tree:
11 ’Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand
Girt with thy strength at thy right hand;
Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest
With power and grace above the rest.
12 Oh! for his sake attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches lest they die;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English
The Church's Prayer under Affliction; or, the Vineyard of God wasted
The Church's Prayer under Affliction; or, the Vineyard of God wasted
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #150 (1787) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Great Shepherd of thine Israel Lyrics: 1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel,
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep:
2 Thy church is in the desert now,
Shine from on high, and guide us through;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
3 Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How long shall we lament and pray?
And wait in vain thy kind return?
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
Pause I.
5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands
A lovely vine in heathen lands?
Did not thy power defend it round,
And heavenly dews enrich the ground?
6 How did the spreading branches shoot,
And bless the nations with the fruit;
But now, dear Lord, look down and see
Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.
7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd?
Why hast thou laid her fences waste?
Strangers and foes against her join,
And every beast devours the vine.
8 Return, almighty God, return;
Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn:
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd and sigh no more.
Pause II.
9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew,
Thou wast its strength and glory too;
Attack'd in vain by all its foes,
Till the fair branch of promise rose.
10 Fair branch, ordain'd of old to shoot
From David’s stock, from Jacob’s root;
Himself a noble vine, and we
The lesser branches of the tree:
11 ’Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand
Girt with thy strength at thy right hand;
Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest
With power and grace above the rest.
12 Oh! for his sake attend our cry,
Shine on thy churches lest they die;
Turn us to thee, thy love restore,
We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English
The Church's Prayer under Affliction; or, the Vineyard of God wasted
Psalm 44
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.99 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics:
Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.
In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng
Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n,
Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n;
Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruised us sore
Hard by the gates of death.
We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause,
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.
Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhorred
Or banished from thy face?
Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heav'nly love
From our afflicted eyes?
Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.
Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Savior and our God;
We plead the honors of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.
Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
Psalm 44
Lord, we have heard thy Works of old
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P44 (1766) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy Works of old,
Thy Works of Pow'r and Grace;
When to our Ears our Fathers told
The Wonders of their Days.
2 How thou didst build thy Churches here,
And make thy Gospel known;
Amongst them did thine Arm appear,
Thy Light and Glory shone.
3 In GOD they boasted all the Day,
And in a chearful Throng
Did Thousands meet to praise and pray,
And Grace was all their Song.
4 But now our Souls are seiz'd with Shame,
Confusion fills our Face,
To hear the Enemy blaspheme,
And Fools reproach thy Grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our GOD,
Nor falsly dealt with Heav'n,
Nor have our Steps declin'd the Road
Of Duty thou hast giv'n.
6 Tho' Dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive Breath,
And thine own Hand has bruis'd us sore
Hard by the Gates of Death.
Pause.
7 We are expos'd all Day to die
As Martyrs for thy Cause,
As Sheep for Slaughter, bound we lie
By sharp and bloody Laws.
8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted Grace?
Why should we look like Men abhorr'd
Or banish'd from thy Face?
9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our Cries?
For ever hide thine heav'nly Love
From our afflicted Eyes?
10 Down to the Dust our Soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the Ground;
Rise for our Help, rebuke the Proud,
And all their Pow'rs confound.
11 Redeem us from perpetual Shame,
Our Saviour and our GOD:
We plead the Honours of thy Name,
The Merits of thy Blood.
Scripture: Psalm 44:1-3 Languages: English
Lord, we have heard thy Works of old
Psalm 83
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.173 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: And will the God of grace Lyrics:
And will the God of grace
Perpetual silence keep?
The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?
Behold, what cursed snares
The men of mischief spread!
The men that hate thy saints and thee
Lift up their threat'ning head.
Against thy hidden ones
Their counsels they employ,
And malice, with her watchful eye,
Pursues them to destroy.
The noble and the base
Into thy pastures leap;
The lion and the stupid ass
Conspire to vex thy sheep.
"Come, let us join," they cry,
"To root them from the ground,
Till not the name of saints remain,
Nor mem'ry shall be found."
Awake, Almighty God,
And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them like forests to the fire,
Or stubble to the wind.
Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy name;
Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame.
Then shall the nations know
That glorious, dreadful word,
Jehovah is thy name alone,
And thou the sovereign Lord.
Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English
Psalm 83
And will the GOD of Grace
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P83 (1766) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith Lyrics: 1 And will the GOD of Grace
Perpetual Silence keep;
The GOD of Justice hold his Peace,
And let his Vengeance sleep?
2 Behold, what cursed Snares
The Men of Mischief spread:
The Men that hate thy Saints and Thee
Lift up their threat'ning Head.
3 Against thy hidden Ones
Their Counsels they employ,
And Malice, with her watchful Eye
Pursues them to destroy.
4 The Noble and the Base
Into thy Pastures leap;
The Lion and the stupid Ass
Conspire to vex thy Sheep.
5 "Come let us join, they cry,
"To root them from the Ground,
"Till not the Name of Saints remain,
"Nor Mem'ry shall be found."
6 Awake, Almighty GOD,
And call thy Wrath to Mind;
Give them like Forests to the Fire,
Or Stubble to the Wind.
7 Convince their Madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy Name;
Or else their stubborn Rage confound,
That they may die in Shame.
8 Then shall the Nations know
That glorious dreadful Word,
JEHOVAH is thy Name alone,
And thou the Sov'reign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English
And will the GOD of Grace
A Complaint against Persecutors
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #145 (1740) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith First Line: And will the GOD of Grace Lyrics: 1 And will the GOD of Grace
Perpetual Silence keep;
The GOD of Justice hold his Peace,
And let his Vengeance sleep?
2 Behold, what cursed Snares
The Men of Mischief spread:
The Men that hate thy Saints and Thee
Lift up their threat'ning Head.
3 Against thy hidden Ones
Their Counsels they employ,
And Malice, with her watchful eye,
Pursues them to destroy.
4 The Noble and the Base
Into thy Pastures leap;
The Lion and the stupid ass
Conspire to vex thy Sheep.
5 "Come, let us join, they cry,
"To root them from the Ground,
"Till not the Name of Saints remain,
"Nor mem'ry shall be found."
6 Awake, Almighty GOD,
And call thy Wrath to Mind;
Give them like Forests to the Fire,
Or Stubble to the Wind.
7 Convince their Madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy Name;
Or else their stubborn Rage confound,
That they may die in Shame.
8 Then shall the Nations know
That glorious dreadful Word,
JEHOVAH is thy Name alone,
And thou the Sov'reign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English
A Complaint against Persecutors
And will the God of grace
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #490 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith Lyrics:
And will the God of grace
Perpetual silence keep?
The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?
Behold, what cursed snares
The men of mischief spread!
The men that hate thy saints and thee
Lift up their threat'ning head.
Against thy hidden ones
Their counsels they employ,
And malice, with her watchful eye,
Pursues them to destroy.
The noble and the base
Into thy pastures leap;
The lion and the stupid ass
Conspire to vex thy sheep.
"Come, let us join," they cry,
"To root them from the ground,
Till not the name of saints remain,
Nor mem'ry shall be found."
Awake, Almighty God,
And call thy wrath to mind;
Give them like forests to the fire,
Or stubble to the wind.
Convince their madness, Lord,
And make them seek thy name;
Or else their stubborn rage confound,
That they may die in shame.
Then shall the nations know
That glorious, dreadful word,
Jehovah is thy name alone,
And thou the sovereign Lord.
Scripture: Psalm 83 Languages: English
And will the God of grace
Psalm 56
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.126 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: O Thou whose justice reigns on high Lyrics:
O Thou whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th' oppressor cease,
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.
The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord;
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.
In God most holy, just, and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.
They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.
Shall they escape without thy frown?
Must their devices stand?
O cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand.
God counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.
When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;
So swift is prayer to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.
In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.
Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word,
How righteous all thy ways!"
Thou hast secured my soul from death,
O set thy pris'ner free!
That heart and hand, and life and breath,
May be employ'd for thee.
Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English
Psalm 56
Psalm 74
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.161 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Persecuted saints their prayer and faith First Line: Will God for ever cast us off? Lyrics:
Will God for ever cast us off?
His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?
Think of the tribes so dearly bought
With their Redeemer's blood;
Nor let thy Zion be forgot,
Where once thy glory stood.
Lift up thy feet and march in haste,
Aloud our ruin calls;
See what a wide and fearful waste
Is made within thy walls.
Where once thy churches prayed and sang,
Thy foes profanely roar;
Over thy gates their ensigns hang,
Sad tokens of their power.
How are the seats of worship broke!
They tear the buildings down,
And he that deals the heaviest stroke
Procures the chief renown.
With flames they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest;
"Come, let us burn at once," they cry,
"The temple and the priest."
And still, to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn;
Thy wonted signs of power and grace,
Thy power and grace are gone.
No prophet speaks to calm our woes,
But all the seers mourn;
There's not a soul amongst us knows
The time of thy return.
How long, eternal God, how long
Shall men of pride blaspheme?
Shall saints be made their endless song,
And bear immortal shame?
Canst thou for ever sit and hear
Thine holy name profaned?
And still thy jealousy forbear,
And still withhold thine hand?
What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown
In ages long before!
And now no other God we own,
No other God adore.
Thou didst divide the raging sea
By thy resistless might,
To make thy tribes a wondrous way,
And then secure their flight.
Is not the world of nature thine,
The darkness and the day?
Didst thou not bid the morning shine,
And mark the sun his way?
Hath not thy power formed every coast,
And set the earth its bounds,
With summer's heat, and winter's frost,
In their perpetual rounds?
And shall the sons of earth and dust
That sacred power blaspheme?
Will not thy hand that formed them first
Avenge thine injured name?
Think oh the cov'nant thou hast made,
And all thy words of love;
Nor let the birds of prey invade,
And vex thy mourning dove.
Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest;
Plead thy own cause, Almighty God,
And give thy children rest.
Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English
Psalm 74
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