Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#148

148. Now let our lips with holy fear

1 Now let our lips with holy fear
And mournful pleasure sing
The suff'rings of our great high priest,
The sorrows of our king.

2 He sinks in floods of deep distress;
How high the waters rise!
While to his heav'nly Father's ear
He sends perpetual cries.

3 'Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,
'Nor hide thy shining face;
'Why should thy fav'rite look like one
'Forsaken of thy grace.

4 'With rage they persecute the man
'That groans beneath thy wound,
'While for a sacrifice I pour
'My life upon the ground.

5 'They tread my honor to the dust,
'And laugh when I complain;
'Their sharp insulting slanders add
'Fresh anguish to my pain.

6 'All my reproach is known to thee,
'The scandal and the shame;
'Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,
'And lies defil'd my name.

7 'I look'd for pity, but in vain;
'My kindred are my grief:
'I ask my friends for comfort round,
'But meet with no relief.

8 'With vinegar they mock my thirst;
'They give me gall for food:
'And, sporting with my dying groans,
'They triumph in my blood.

9 'Shine into my distressed soul,
'Let thy compassion save;
'And tho' my flesh sink down to death,
'Redeem it from the grave.

10 'I shall arise to praise thy name,
'Shall reign in worlds unknown;
'And thy salvation, O my God,
'Shall seat me on thy throne.'

Text Information

• First Line: Now let our lips with holy fear
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 69:14-21
  ;
  Psalm 69:26
  ;
  Psalm 69:29

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