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The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #139 (1787) Topics: Persecutors complained of; Persecutors complained of First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long, Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou forever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown In ages long before! And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 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? 14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

The Church's Prayer under Affliction; or, the Vineyard of God wasted

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.) #140b (1786) Topics: Persecutors complained of; Persecutors complained of 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #140b (1790) Topics: Persecutors complained of; Persecutors complained of 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

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: Persecutors complained of; Persecutors complained of 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #150 (1787) Topics: Persecutors complained of; Persecutors complained of 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

Saints chastised, and Sinners destroyed; or Instructive Affilctions

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.) #165a (1786) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them 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

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

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.) #165b (1786) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them 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 #165a (1790) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them 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 road; 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

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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #165b (1790) Topics: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them 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: Persecutors deliverance from them; Persecutors deliverance from them 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