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Melancholy Thoughts Reproved; or, Hope in Affliction

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.) #75b (1786) Topics: Melancholy reproved; Melancholy reproved First Line: My spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: 1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy rising waves drown all my joys, And roll tremendous o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "my God, my heavenly rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief; Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. 6 My God, my most exceeding joy, Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Melancholy Thoughts Reproved; or, Hope in Affliction

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #75b (1790) Topics: Melancholy reproved; Melancholy reproved First Line: My spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: 1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy rising waves drown all my joys, And roll tremendous o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "my God, my heavenly rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief; Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. 6 My God, my most exceeding joy, Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Melancholy Thoughts reproved; or, Hope in Affliction

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.) #81b (1786) Topics: Melancholy reproved; Melancholy reproved First Line: My spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: 1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy rising waves drown all my joys, And roll tremendous o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "my God, my heavenly rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief; Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. 6 My God, my most exceeding joy, Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Melancholy Thoughts reproved; or, Hope in Affliction

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #81b (1787) Topics: Melancholy reproved; Melancholy reproved First Line: My spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: 1 My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 2 Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy rising waves drown all my joys, And roll tremendous o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "my God, my heavenly rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief; Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. 6 My God, my most exceeding joy, Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heavenly hill. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

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.) #134 (1786) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #134 (1790) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

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.) #143 (1786) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #143 (1787) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

The Joy of a remarkable Conversion; or, Melancholy remeoved

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.) #230a (1786) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God reveal'd his gracious name Lyrics: 1 When God reveal'd his gracious name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 "Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine; "Great is the work, my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

The Joy of a remarkable Conversion; or, Melancholy removed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #230a (1790) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God reveal'd his gracious name Lyrics: 1 When God reveal'd his gracious name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 "Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine; "Great is the work, my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace Insures the crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

The Joy of a remarkable Conversion; or, Melancholy remeoved

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.) #245a (1786) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God reveal'd his gracious name Lyrics: 1 When God reveal'd his gracious name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 "Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine; "Great is the work, my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

The Joy of a remarkable Conversion; or, Melancholy remeoved

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #245a (1787) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God reveal'd his gracious name Lyrics: 1 When God reveal'd his gracious name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 "Great is the work, my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine; "Great is the work, my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Melancholy Thoughts reproved; or, Hope in Afflictons

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #77 (1740) Topics: Melancholy reproved First Line: My Spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: 1 My Spirits sink within me, Lord, But I will call thy Name to mind; And Times of past Distress record, When I have found my GOD was kind. 2 Huge Troubles, with tumultuous Noise, Swell like a Sea, and round me spread; Thy Water-spouts drown all my Joys, And rising Waves roll o'er my Head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his Love, When I address his Throne by Day, Nor in the Night his grace remove; The Night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his Feet, And say, "My GOD, my heav'nly Rock, "Why doth thy Love so long forget "The Soul that groans beneath thy Stroke?" 5 I'll chide my Heart that sinks so low, Why should my Soul indulge her Grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my Rest, my sure Relief. 6 Thy Light and Truth shall guide me still, Thy Word shall my best Thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly Hill, My GOD, my most exceeding Joy. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #136 (1740) Topics: Melancholy and hope First Line: To GOD I cry'd with mournful Voice Lyrics: 1 To GOD I cry'd with mournful Voice, I sought his gracious Ear, In the sad Day, when Troubles rose, And filled the Night with Fear. 2 Sad were my Days, and dark my Nights, My Soul refus'd Relief; I thought on GOD the Just and Wise, But Thoughts increas'd my Grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My Heart began to break; My GOD, thy Wrath forbad my Rest, And kept my Eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming Sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy Judgments o'er. 5 I call'd back Years and ancient Times When I beheld thy Face; My Spirit search'd for secret Crimes That might with-hold thy Grace. 6 I call'd thy Mercies to my Mind Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His Face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off? His Promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender Love? Shall Anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless Thought; This dark despairing Frame, Rememb'ring what thy Hand hath wrought; Thy Hand is still the same. 9 I'll think again of all thy Ways, And talk thy Wonders o'er; Thy Wonders of recov'ring Grace, When Flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwells with Justice on the Throne; And Men that love thy Word Have in thy Sanctuary known The Counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

The Joy of a remarkable Convesion;, or, Melancholy removed

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #239 (1740) Topics: Melancholy removed First Line: When GOD reveal'd his gracious Name Lyrics: 1 When GOD reveal'd his gracious Name, And chang'd my mournful State, My Rapture seem'd a pleasing Dream, The Grace appear'd so great. 2 The World beheld the glorious Change, And did thy Hand confess; My Tongue broke out in unknown Strains, And sung surprising Grace. 3 Great is the Work, my Neighbours cry'd, And own'd the Power divine; Great is the Work, my Heart reply'd, And be the Glory thine. 4 The Lord can clear the darkest Skies, Can give us Day for Night; Make Drops of sacred Sorrow rise To Rivers of Delight. 5 Let those that sow in Sadness wait Till the fair Harvest come, They shall confess their Sheaves are great, And shout the Blessings home. 6 Though Seed lie bury'd long in Dust; It shan't deceive their Hope; The precious Grain can ne'er be lost, For Grace insures the Crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

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: Melancholy reproved; Melancholy reproved 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #75a (1790) Topics: Melancholy reproved; Melancholy reproved 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

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #81a (1787) Topics: Melancholy reproved; Melancholy reproved 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

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

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.) #136 (1786) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: How awful is thy chastening rod! Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the word, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #136 (1790) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: "How awful is thy chastening rod!" Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the word, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

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.) #144 (1786) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: "How awful is thy chastening rod!" Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #144 (1787) Topics: Melancholy and hope; Melancholy and hope First Line: "How awful is thy chastening rod!" Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way! 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heaven above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his Almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free, They follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice with terror in the sound Through clouds and darkness broke; All heaven in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurl'd, How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Surprising Deliverance

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.) #229b (1786) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Surprising Deliverance

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #229b (1790) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Surprising Deliverance

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #244 (1787) Topics: Melancholy removed; Melancholy removed First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Psalm 42 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.97 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy reproved First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook. 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. Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control, "And where's your God at last?" 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? 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 42:1-5 Languages: English

Psalm 42 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.98 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Melancholy reproved First Line: My spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "My God, my heav'nly rock, Why doth thy love so long forget The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly hill, My God, my most exceeding joy. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Psalm 77 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.164 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy and hope First Line: To God I cried with mournful voice Lyrics: To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called thy judgments o'er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold thy grace. I called thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will he for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. I'll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o'er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Psalm 77 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.165 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy and hope First Line: How awful is thy chast'ning rod! Lyrics: "How awful is thy chast'ning rod!" May thy own children say: "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! How holy is his way !" I'll meditate his works of old, The King that reigns above; I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. Long did the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke oppressed; Long he delayed to hear their cry, or gave his people rest. The sons of good old Jacob seemed Abandoned to their foes; But his almighty arm redeemed The nation that he chose. Isr'el, his people and his sheep, Must follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the deep, And made the waves their walls. The waters saw thee, mighty God! The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. Strange was thy journey through the sea Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown; Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. [Thy voice, with terror in the sound, Through clouds and darkness broke; All heav'n in lightning shone around, And earth with thunder shook. Thine arrows through the skies were hurled; How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seized the world, And his own saints adored. He gave them water from the rock, And safe, by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock Home to the promised land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Psalm 126

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.292 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Melancholy removed First Line: When God restored our captive state Lyrics: When God restored our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great That joy appeared a painted dream. The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honors to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. The man that in his furrowed field His scattered seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Psalm 126

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.293 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy removed First Line: When God revealed his gracious name Lyrics: When God revealed his gracious name, And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great. The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. "Great is the work," my neighbors cried, And owned the power divine; "Great is the work," my heart replied, "And be the glory thine." The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

My spirit sinks within me, Lord

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XLII.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Melancholy Thoughts reproved Lyrics: 7 My spirit sinks with me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 8 Huge troubles with tumult'ous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; The rising waves drown all my joys, And roll tremend'ous o’er my head. 9 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 10 I’ll cast myself before his feet, And say, "my God, my heav’nly rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 11 I’ll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief; Hope in the Lord and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. 12 My God, my most exceeding joy. Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav’nly hill. Scripture: Psalm 42:7-11 Languages: English

To God I cry'd with mournful voice

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LXXVII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit searched for secret times That might withhold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77:1-10 Languages: English

With earnest Longings of the Mind

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P42a (1766) Topics: Melancholy reproved 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, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy Load? Why do my Thoughts 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 42:3-5 Languages: English

My Spirit sinks within me, Lord

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P42b (1766) Topics: Melancholy reproved Lyrics: 1 My Spirits sink within me, Lord, But I will call thy Name to mind; And Times of past Distress record, When I have found my GOD was kind. 2 Huge Troubles, with tumultuous Noise, Swell like a Sea, and round me spread; Thy Water-spouts drown all my Joys, And rising Waves roll o'er my Head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his Love, When I address his Throne by Day, Nor in the Night his grace remove; The Night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his Feet, And say, "My GOD, my heav'nly Rock, "Why doth thy Love so long forget "The Soul that groans beneath thy Stroke?" 5 I'll chide my Heart that sinks so low, Why should my Soul indulge her Grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my Rest, my sure Relief. 6 Thy Light and Truth shall guide me still, Thy Word shall my best Thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly Hill, My GOD, my most exceeding Joy. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

When God reveal'd his gracious name

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, for the Use of Christians. (5th ed.) #P53 (1838) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy removed Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Desertion and Hope; or, Complaint of Absence from public Worship

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #76b (1740) Topics: Melancholy reproved 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, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy Load? Why do my Thoughts 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 42:3-5 Languages: English

To GOD I cry'd with mournful Voice

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P77a (1766) Topics: Melancholy and hope Lyrics: 1 To GOD I cry'd with mournful Voice, I sought his gracious Ear, In the sad Day, when Troubles rose, And filled the Night with Fear. 2 Sad were my Days, and dark my Nights, My Soul refus'd Relief; I thought on GOD the Just and Wise, But Thoughts increas'd my Grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My Heart began to break; My GOD, thy Wrath forbid my Rest, And kept my Eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming Sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy Judgments o'er. 5 I call'd back Years and ancient Times, When I beheld thy Face: My Spirit search'd for secret Crimes That might with-hold thy Grace. 6 I call'd thy Mercies to my Mind Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His Face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off? His Promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender Love? Shall Anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless Thought, This dark despairing Frame, Rememb'ring what thy Hand hath wrought; Thy Hand is still the same. 9 I'll think again of all thy Ways, And talk thy Wonders o'er; Thy Wonders of recov'ring Grace, When Flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwells with Justice on the Throne; And Men that love thy Word, Have in thy Sanctuary known The Counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

How awful is thy chast'ning Rod?

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P77b (1766) Topics: Melancholy and hope Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning Rod? "(May thy own Children say) "The Great, the Wise, the dreadful GOD! How holy is his Way !" 2 I'll meditate his Works of old; The King that reigns above, I'll hear his ancient Wonders told, And learn to trust his Love. 3 Long did the House of Joseph lie With Egypt's Yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their Cry, Nor gave his People Rest. 4 The Sons of good old Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their Foes; But his Almighty Arm redeem'd The Nation that he chose. 5 Isr'el, his People, and his Sheep, Must follow where he calls; He bid them venture through the Deep, And made the Waves their Walls. 5 The Waters saw Thee, mighty GOD, The Waters saw Thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine Armies Room. 7 Strange was thy Journey through the Sea, Thy Footsteps, Lord, unknown: Terrors attend the wond'rous Way That brings thy Mercies down. 8 [Thy Voice with Terror in the Sound Through Clouds and Darkness broke; All Heav'n in Lightning shone around, And Earth with Thunder shook. 9 Thine Arrows through the Skies were hurl'd; How glorious is the Lord! Surprize and Trembling seiz'd the World, And his own Saints ador'd. 10 He gave them Water from the Rock; And safe, by Moses' Hand, Through a dry Desert led his Flock Home to the promis'd Land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

When GOD restor'd our captive State

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P126a (1766) Topics: Melancholy removed Lyrics: 1 When GOD restor'd our captive State, Joy was our Song, and Grace our Theme; The Grace beyond our Hopes so great, That Joy appear'd a painted Dream. 2 The Scoffer owns thy Hand, and pays Unwilling Honours to thy Name; While we with Pleasure shout thy Praise, With chesrful Notes thy Love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal Fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish'd so; With GOD we left our flowing Tears, He makes our Joys like Rivers flow. 4 The Man that in his furrow'd Field His scatter'd Seed with Sadness leaves, Will shout to see the Harvest yield A welcome load of joyful Sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

When GOD reveal'd his gracious Name

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P126b (1766) Topics: Melancholy removed Lyrics: 1 When GOD reveal'd his gracious Name, And chang'd my mournful State, My Rapture seem'd a pleasing Dream, The Grace appear'd so great. 2 The World beheld the glorious Change, And did thy Hand confess; My Tongue broke out in unknown Strains, And sung surprising Grace. 3 Great is the Work, my Neighbours cry'd, And own'd the Power divine; Great is the Work, my Heart reply'd, And be the Glory thine. 4 The Lord can clear the darkest Skies, Can give us Day for Night; Make Drops of sacred Sorrow rise To Rivers of Delight. 5 Let those that sow in Sadness wait Till the fair Harvest come, They shall confess their Sheaves are great, And shout the Blessings home. 6 Though Seed lie bury'd long in Dust; It shan't deceive their Hope! The precious Grain can ne'er be lost, For Grace insures the Crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or, Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #137 (1740) Topics: Melancholy and hope First Line: How awful is thy chast'ning Rod? Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning Rod? "(May thy own Children say) "The Great, the Wise, the dreadful GOD! How holy is his Way !" 2 I'll meditate his Works of old; The King that reigns above, I'll hear his ancient Wonders told, And learn to trust his Love. 3 Long did the House of Joseph lie With Egypt's Yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their Cry, Nor gave his People Rest. 4 The Sons of good old Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their Foes; But his Almighty Arm redeem'd The Nation that he chose. 5 Isr'el, his People, and his Sheep, Must follow where he calls; He bid them venture through the Deep, And made the Waves their Walls. 5 The Waters saw Thee, mighty GOD, The Waters saw Thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine Armies Room. 7 Strange was thy Journey through the Sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown; Terrors attend the wond'rous Way That brings thy Mercies down. 8 [Thy Voice, with Terror in the Sound, Through Clouds and Darkness broke; All Heav'n in Lightning shone around, And Earth with Thunder shook. 9 Thine Arrows through the Skies were hurl'd; How glorious is the Lord! Surprize and Trembling seiz'd the World, And his own Saints ador'd. 10 He gave them Water from the Rock; And safe, by Moses' Hand, Through a dry Desert led his Flock Home to the promis'd Land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Surprising Deliverance

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #238b (1740) Topics: Melancholy removed First Line: When GOD restor'd our captive State Lyrics: 1 When GOD restor'd our captive State, Joy was our Song, and Grace our Theme; The Grace beyond our Hopes so great That Joy appear'd a painted Dream. 2 The Scoffer owns thy Hand, and pays Unwilling Honours to thy Name; While we with Pleasure shout thy Praise, With chesrful Notes thy Love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal Fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish'd so; With GOD we left our flowing Tears, He makes our Joys like Rivers flow. 4 The Man that in his furrow'd Field His scatter'd Seed with Sadness leaves, Will shout to see the Harvest yield A welcome load of joyful Sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

Long have I sat beneath the sound

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #451 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy and hope Lyrics: Long have I sat beneath the sound Of thy salvation, Lord; But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of thy word! Oft I frequent thy holy place, And hear almost in vain; How small a portion of thy grace My memory can retain! [My dear Almighty, and my God, How little art thou known By all the judgments of thy rod, And blessings of thy throne!] How cold and feeble is my love! How negligent my fear! How low my hope of joys above! How few affections there! Great God! thy sovereign power impart To give thy word success; Write thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn thy grace. [Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high; There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Why should this earth delight us so?

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #458 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy and hope Lyrics: Why should this earth delight us so? Why should we fix our eyes On these low grounds where sorrows grow, And every pleasure dies ? While time his sharpest teeth prepares Our comforts to devour, There is a land above the stars, And joys above his power. Nature shall be dissolved and die, The sun must end his race, The earth and sea for ever fly Before my Savior's face. When will that glorious morning rise? When the last trumpet sound, And call the nations to the skies, From underneath the ground? Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

When God reveal'd his gracious name

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #506 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Melancholy removed Lyrics: When God revealed his gracious name, And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great. The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. "Great is the work," my neighbors cried, And owned the power divine; "Great is the work," my heart replied, "And be the glory thine." The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

When God restor'd our captive state

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #507 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Melancholy removed Lyrics: When God restored our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great That joy appeared a painted dream. The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honors to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. The man that in his furrowed field His scattered seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

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