My Starred Hymns
My FlexScores
My Hymnals
My Purchased Files
Planning worship?
Check out our sister site, ZeteoSearch.org,
for 20+ additional resources related to your search.
- |
User Links
Instance Results
Prayer and Faith of persecuted Saints; or, Imprecatins mixed with Charity
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #63 (1740) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith First Line: Now plead my Cause, Almighty God Lyrics: 1 Now plead my Cause, Almighty God,
With all the Sons of Strife;
And fight against the Men of Blood,
Who fight against my Life.
2 Draw out thy Spear and stop their Way,
Lift thine avenging Rod;
But to my Soul in Mercy say,
"I am thy Saviour God!"
3 They plant their Snares to catch my Feet,
And Nets of Mischief spread;
Plunge the Destroyers in the Pit
That their own Hands have made.
4 Let Fogs and Darkness hide their Way,
And slippery be their Ground;
Thy Wrath shall make their Lives a Prey,
And all their rage confound.
5 They fly like Chaff before the Wind,
Before thine angry Breath;
The Angel of the Lord behind
Pursues them down to death.
6 They love the Road that leads to Hell;
Then let the Rebels die,
Whose Malice is implacable
Against the Lord on high.
7 But if thou hast a chosen Few
Amongst that impious Race,
Divide them from the bloody Crew,
By thy surprizing Grace.
8 Then will I raise my tuneful Voice,
To make thy Wonders known;
In their Salvation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own. Scripture: Psalm 35:1-9 Languages: English
Prayer and Faith of persecuted Saints; or, Imprecatins mixed with Charity
The Church's Complaint in 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.) #77 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told,
The wonder of their days.
2 They saw the beauteous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples shone.
3 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.
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 falsely dealt with heaven,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast given.
6 Though 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 name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heavenly 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 powers 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
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #77 (1790) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told,
The wonder of their days.
2 They saw the beauteous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples shone.
3 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.
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 falsely dealt with heaven,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast given.
6 Though 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 name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heavenly 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 powers 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
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
The Church's Complaint in 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.) #83 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told,
The wonder of their days.
2 They saw the beauteous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples shone.
3 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.
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 falsely dealt with heaven,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast given.
6 Though 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 name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heavenly 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 powers 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
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #83 (1787) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Lord, we have heard thy works of old Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told,
The wonder of their days.
2 They saw the beauteous churches rise,
The spreading gospel run;
While light and glory from the skies
Through all their temples shone.
3 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.
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 falsely dealt with heaven,
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast given.
6 Though 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 name;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie,
And wait the kindling flame.
8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Why should we look like men abhor'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?
9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heavenly 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 powers 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
The Church's Complaint in Persecution
The Church pleading with God under sore 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.) #131 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints 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 pleading with God under sore Persecution
The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #131 (1790) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints 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 wanted 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 pleading with God under sore Persecution
The Church pleading with God under sore 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.) #139 (1786) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints 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 pleading with God under sore Persecution
The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #139 (1787) Topics: Persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints 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 pleading with God under sore Persecution
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
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.) #63 (1786) Topics: Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints; Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Behold the love, the generous love Lyrics: 1 Behold the love, the generous love,
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
2 When they are sick, his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he pray'd.
4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
5 Oh glorious type of heavenly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, their Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel’s king,
Blest and belov'd of God,
To save us rebels dead in sin
Paid his own dearest blood. Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #63 (1790) Topics: Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints; Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Behold the love, the generous love Lyrics: 1 Behold the love, the generous love,
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
2 When they are sick, his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he pray'd.
4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
5 Oh glorious type of heavenly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, their Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel’s king,
Blest and belov'd of God,
To save us rebels dead in sin
Paid his own dearest blood. Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
The Cure of Envy, Frefulness, and Unbelief; or, The Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked; or, The World's Hatred, and the Saint's Patience
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #67 (1740) Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: Why should I vex my Soul, and fret Lyrics: 1 Why should I vex my Soul, and fret
To see the Wicked rise?
Or envy Sinners waxing great
By Violence and Lies.
2 As flowery Grass cut down at Noon,
Before the Evening fades,
So shall their Glories vanish soon
In everlasting Shades.
3 Then let me make the Lord my Trust,
And practise all that's good;
So shall I dwell among the Just,
And he'll provide me Food.
4 I to my GOD my Ways commit,
And chearful wait his Will;
Thy Hand, which guides my doubtful Feet,
Shall my Desires fulfil.
5 Mine Innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy Judgments known,
Fair as the Light of dawning Day,
And glorious as the Noon.
6 The Meek at last the Earth possess,
And are the Heirs of Heav'n;
True Riches, with abundant Peace,
To humble Souls are giv'n.
Pause.
7 Rest in the Lord, and keep his Way,
Nor let your Anger rise,
Tho' Providence should long delay
To punish haughty Vice.
8 Let Sinners join to break your Peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their Day of Vengeance come.
9 They have drawn out the threat'ning Sword,
Have bent the murd'rous Bow,
To slay the Men that fear the Lord,
And bring the Righteous low.
10 My GOD shall break their Bows, and burn
Their persecuting Darts,
Shall their own Swords against them turn,
And Pain surprize their Hearts. Scripture: Psalm 37:1-15 Languages: English
The Cure of Envy, Frefulness, and Unbelief; or, The Rewards of the Righteous and the Wicked; or, The World's Hatred, and the Saint's Patience
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
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.) #68b (1786) Topics: Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints; Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Behold the love, the generous love Lyrics: 1 Behold the love, the generous love,
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
2 When they are sick, his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he pray'd.
4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
5 Oh glorious type of heavenly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, their Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel’s king,
Blest and belov'd of God,
To save us rebels dead in sin
Paid his own dearest blood. Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #68b (1787) Topics: Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints; Faith and Prayer for persecuted Saints; Persecuted Saints First Line: Behold the love, the generous love Lyrics: 1 Behold the love, the generous love,
That holy David shows;
Behold his kind compassion move
For his afflicted foes!
2 When they are sick, his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he pray'd.
4 They groan'd, and curs'd him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
5 Oh glorious type of heavenly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, their Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel’s king,
Blest and belov'd of God,
To save us rebels dead in sin
Paid his own dearest blood. Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English
Love to Enemies; or, the Love of Christ to Sinners typified in David
Psalm 37 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.86 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: Why should I vex my soul, and fret Lyrics:
Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great
By violence and lies?
As flowery grass, cut down at noon,
Before the ev'ning fades,
So shall their glories vanish soon
In everlasting shades.
Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practise all that's good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And he'll provide me food.
I to my God my ways commit,
And cheerful wait his will;
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfil.
Mine innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.
The meek at last the earth possess,
And are the heirs of heav'n;
True riches, with abundant peace,
To humble souls are giv'n.
Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,
Nor let your anger rise,
Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.
Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their day of vengeance come.
They have drawn out the threat'ning sword,
Have bent the murd'rous bow,
To slay the men that fear the Lord,
And bring the righteous low.
My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their persecuting darts,
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pain surprise their hearts.
Scripture: Psalm 37:1-15 Languages: English
Psalm 37 Part 1
The Church pleading with GOD under sore Persecutions
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #132 (1740) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith First Line: Will GOD for ever cast us off? Lyrics: 1 Will GOD for ever cast us off?
His Erath for ever smoak
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 roar;
Over thy Gates their Ensigns hang,
Sad Tokens of their Pow'r.
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 Nest;
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 Pow'r and Grace,
Thy Pow'r and Grace are gone.
8 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.
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 for ever sit and hear
Thine holy Name profan'd?
And still thy Jealousy forbear,
And still with-hold thine Hand?
11 What strange Deliv'rance 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 wond'rous 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 Pow'r 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 'em first
Avenge thine injur'd Name?
16 Think on the Cov'nant thou hast made,
And all thy Words of Love;
Nor let the Birds of Prey invade,
And vex thy mourning Dove.
17 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
The Church pleading with GOD under sore Persecutions
Why should I vex my Soul, and fret
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P37a (1766) Topics: Prayer and faith of persecuted saints Lyrics: 1 Why should I vex my Soul, and fret
To see the Wicked rise?
Or envy Sinners waxing great
By Violence and Lies.
2 As flowery Grass cut down at Noon,
Before the Evening fades,
So shall their Glories vanish soon
In everlasting Shades.
3 Then let me make the Lord my Trust,
And practise all that's good;
So shall I dwell among the Just,
And he'll provide me Food.
4 I to my GOD my Ways commit,
And chearful wait his Will;
Thy Hand, which guides my doubtful Feet,
Shall my Desires fulfil.
5 Mine Innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy Judgments known,
Fair as the Light of dawning Day,
And glorious as the Noon.
6 The Meek at last the Earth possess,
And are the Heirs of Heav'n;
True Riches, with abundant Peace,
To humble Souls are giv'n.
Pause.
7 Rest in the Lord, and keep his Way,
Nor let your Anger rise,
Tho' Providence should long delay
To punish haughty Vice.
8 Let Sinners join to break your Peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their Day of Vengeance come.
9 They have drawn out the threat'ning Sword,
Have bent the murd'rous Bow,
To slay the Men that fear the Lord,
And bring the Righteous low.
10 My GOD shall break their Bows, and burn
Their persecuting Darts;
Shall their own Swords against them turn,
And Pain surprize their Hearts. Scripture: Psalm 37:1-15 Languages: English
Why should I vex my Soul, and fret
Psalm 35 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.81 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Faith and prayer of persecuted saints; Persecuted saints their prayer and faith; Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: Now plead my cause, Almighty God Lyrics:
Now plead my cause, Almighty God,
With all the sons of strife;
And fight against the men of blood,
Who fight against my life.
Draw out thy spear and stop their way,
Lift thine avenging rod;
But to my soul in mercy say,
"I am thy Savior God!"
They plant their snares to catch my feet,
And nets of mischief spread;
Plunge the destroyers in the pit
That their own hands have made.
Let fogs and darkness hide their way,
And slipp'ry be their ground;
Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey,
And all their rage confound.
They fly like chaff before the wind,
Before thine angry breath;
The angel of the Lord behind
Pursues them down to death.
They love the road that leads to hell;
Then let the rebels die,
Whose malice is implacable
Against the Lord on high.
But if thou hast a chosen few
Amongst that impious race,
Divide them from the bloody crew,
By thy surprising grace.
Then will I raise my tuneful voice,
To make thy wonders known;
In their salvation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own.
Scripture: Psalm 35:1-9 Languages: English
Psalm 35 Part 1
Psalm 35 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.82 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Faith and prayer of persecuted saints; Persecuted saints their prayer and faith; Prayer and faith of persecuted saints First Line: Behold the love, the gen'rous love Lyrics:
Behold the love, the gen'rous love,
That holy David shows;
Hark, how his sounding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!
When they are sick his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he prayed.
They groaned, and cursed him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
O glorious type of heav'nly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
While sinners curse, the Savior prays,
And pities them with tears.
He, the true David, Isr'el's King,
Blest and beloved of God,
To save us rebels, dead in sin,
Paid his own dearest blood.
Scripture: Psalm 35:12-14 Languages: English
Psalm 35 Part 2
The Church's Complaint on Persecution
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #78 (1740) Topics: Persecuted Saints, their Prayer and Faith First Line: Lord, we have heard thy Works of old 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 falsely 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
The Church's Complaint on Persecution
Pages
