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Listen, Lord, to My Complaint
Author: Martin E. Leckebusch Hymnal: Christian Worship #64A (2021) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Complaint Scripture: Psalm 64 Languages: English Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH
Listen, Lord, to My Complaint
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
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.) #23 (1786) Topics: Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my son, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #23 (1790) Topics: Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
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.) #27 (1786) Topics: Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #27 (1787) Topics: Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation; Complaint of Desertion; Complaint of temptation First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy face? Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my Son, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Scripture: Psalm 13 Languages: English
Complaint under the Temptation of Death
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
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.) #13a (1786) Topics: Complaint of sickness; Complaint of sickness First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise.
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress'd,
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
'Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still tormented more?
My eyes consum'd with grief:
How long, my GOD, how long, before
Thine hand afford relief.
5 He hears his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans,
And saves us for his mercy’s sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13a (1790) Topics: Complaint of sickness; Complaint of sickness First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise,
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress'd,
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
'Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still tormented more?
My eyes consum'd with grief:
How long, my GOD, how long, before
Thine hand afford relief.
5 He hears his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans,
And saves us for his mercy’s sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
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.) #16 (1786) Topics: Complaint of sickness; Complaint of sickness First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise.
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress'd,
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
'Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still tormented more?
My eyes consum'd with grief:
How long, my GOD, how long, before
Thine hand afford relief?
5 He hears his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans,
And saves us for his mercy’s sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English
Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
Complaint in Sickness; or, diseases healed
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #16 (1787) Topics: Complaint of sickness; Complaint of sickness First Line: In Anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise.
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress'd,
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
'Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still tormented more?
My eyes consum'd with grief?
How long, my GOD, how long, before
Thine hand afford relief?
5 He hears his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans,
And saves us for his mercy’s sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English
Complaint in Sickness; or, diseases healed
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of CHRIST's coming to Judgment
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #21 (1740) Topics: Complaint of quarellsome Neighbors; Complaint Pride, Atheisim, Oppression, etc. First Line: Help, Lord, for Men of Virtue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for Men of Virtue fail,
Religion loses Ground;
The Sons of Violence prevail,
And Treacheries abound.
2 Their Oaths and Promises they break,
Yet act the Flatterer's Part;
With fair, deceitful Lips they speak,
And with a double Heart.
3 If we reprove some hateful Lye,
How is their fury stirr'd?
"Are not our Lips our own," they cry,
"And who shall be our Lord?"
4 Scoffers appear on every Side,
Where a vile Race of Men
Is rais'd to Seats of Pow'r and Pride,
And bears the Sword in vain.
Pause.
5 Lord, when Iniquities abound,
And Blasphemy grows bold,
When Faith is hardly to be found,
And Love is waxen cold;
6 Is not thy Chariot hast'ning on;
Hast thou not giv'n this Sign;
May we not trust and live upon
A Promise so divine?
7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,
"And make Oppressors flee;
"I shall appear to their Surprize,
"And set my Servants free.
8 Thy Word, like Silver seven Times try'd,
Thro' Ages shall endure;
Then Men that in thy Truth confide
Shall find the Promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of CHRIST's coming to Judgment
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement
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.) #22b (1786) Topics: Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc..; Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc.. First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion looses ground!
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound;
2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer’s part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
3 If we reprove some hateful lie,
They scorn our faithful word:
"Are not our lips our own," they cry,
"And who shall be our Lord?"
4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
Pause.
5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold:
6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,
"And make th' oppressors flee;
"I shall appear to their surprise,
"And set my servants free."
8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgment
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #22b (1790) Topics: Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc..; Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc.. First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion looses ground!
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound;
2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer’s part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
3 If we reprove some hateful lie,
They scorn our faithful word:
"Are not our lips our own," they cry,
"And who shall be our Lord?"
4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
Pause.
5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold:
6 Is not thy chariot hasting on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,
"And make th' oppressors flee;
"I shall appear to their surprise,
"And set my servants free."
8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgment
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement
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.) #26 (1786) Topics: Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc..; Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc.. First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion looses ground!
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound;
2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer’s part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
3 If we reprove some hateful lie,
They scorn our faithful word:
"Are not our lips our own," they cry,
"And who shall be our Lord?"
4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
Pause.
5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold:
6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,
"And make th' oppressors flee;
"I shall appear to their surprise,
"And set my servants free."
8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #26 (1787) Topics: Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc..; Complaint of Pride, Atheism, Oppression, etc.. First Line: Help, Lord, for men of virutue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion looses ground!
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound;
2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer’s part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
3 If we reprove some hateful lie,
They scorn our faithful word:
"Are not our lips our own," they cry,
"And who shall be our Lord?"
4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
Pause.
5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold:
6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,
"And make th' oppressors flee;
"I shall appear to their surprise,
"And set my servants free."
8 Thy word, like silver seven times try'd,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English
Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of Christ's coming in Judgement
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
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.) #75a (1786) Topics: Complaint of Absence form Public Worship; Complaint of Absence form Public Worship First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: 1 With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.
2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without controul,
"And where’s your God at last?"
4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days:
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why, my soul, sink down so far
Beneath this heavy load?
My spirit, why indulge despair,
And sin against my God?
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-9 Languages: English
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #75a (1790) Topics: Complaint of Absence form Public Worship; Complaint of Absence form Public Worship First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: 1 With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted heart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.
2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without controul,
"And where’s your God at last?"
4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days:
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why, my soul, sink down so far
Beneath this heavy load?
My spirit, why indulge despair,
And sin against my God?
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-9 Languages: English
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
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.) #81a (1786) Topics: Complaint of Absence form Public Worship; Complaint of Absence form Public Worship First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: 1 With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.
2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without controul,
"And where’s your God at last?"
4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on antient days:
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why, my soul, sink down so far
Beneath this heavy load?
My spirit, why indulge despair,
And sin against my God?
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-9 Languages: English
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #81a (1787) Topics: Complaint of Absence form Public Worship; Complaint of Absence form Public Worship First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: 1 With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.
2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without controul,
"And where’s your God at last?"
4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on antient days;
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why, my soul, sink down so far
Beneath this heavy load?
My spirit, why indulge despair,
And sin against my God?
6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-9 Languages: English
Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship
Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wish for Peace
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.) #222b (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 #222b (1790) 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
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