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Hymnal: DWIP1785 #LXIIId (1785) First Line: My God, permit my tongue Lyrics: 1 My GOD, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore: Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more. 3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace. 4 For life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compar'd to this, To serve and please the Lord. 5 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. 6 In wakeful hours at night I call my GOD to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind. 7 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence; My cheerful hope relies. 9 The shadow of thy wings, My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my father leads, And he supports my steps. Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English

The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #XXXVIIc (1785) First Line: My God, the steps of pious men Lyrics: 1 My GOD, the steps of pious men Are order'd by thy will: Though they should fall, they riase again, Thy Hand supports them still. 2 The Lord delights to see their ways, Their virtue he approves: He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, Nor leave the men he loves. 3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; He feasts them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come. 4 Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men, Nor fear when tyrants frown; Ye shall confess their pride was vain, When justice casts them down. Pause. 5 The haughty sinner have I seen Nor fearing man nor GOD, Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. 6 And lo, he vanish'd from the ground, Destroy'd by hands unseen; Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been. 7 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend; True pleasure runs thro all his ways, And peaceful is his end. Scripture: Psalm 37:23-37 Languages: English

Sincerity profest, and Grace tried; or, The Heart searching God

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #CXXXIXc (1785) First Line: My God, what inward grief I feel Lyrics: 1 My GOD, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane, Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws and thee, I count for enemies to me. 3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought Though my own heart accuse me not, Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes. 4 Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? Oh turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Deliverance from Slander and Reproach

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #XXXIb (1785) First Line: My heart rejoices in thy name Lyrics: 1 My heart rejoices in thy name, My God, my heavenly trust; Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame, Mine honour from the dust. 2 "My life is spent with grief, I cried, "My years consum'd in groans, "My strength decays, mine eyes are dried, "And sorrow wastes my bones. 3 Among mine enemies my name A proverb vile was grown, While to my neighbours I became Forgotten and unknown. 4 Slander and fear on every side, Seiz'd and beset me round, I to the throne of grace applied, And speedy rescue found. Pause. 5 How great deliverance thou hast wrought Before the sons of men, The lying lips to silence brought, And made their boasting vain! 6 Thy children from the strife of tongues Shall thy pavilion hide, Guard them from infamy and wrongs, And crush the sons of pride. 7 Within thy secret presence, Lord, Let me for ever dwell; No fenced city, wall'd and bar'd, Secures a saint so well. Scripture: Psalm 31:7 Languages: English

The Faithfulness of GOD

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #LXXXIXb (1785) First Line: My never-ceasing song shall show Lyrics: 1 My never-ceasing song shall show The mercies of the Lord; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. 2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heaven endure; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. 3 How long the race of David held The promis'd Jewish throne! But there's a nobler covenant seal'd To David's greater son. 4 His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise. 5 Lord GOD of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honours raise To thy unchanging love. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English

God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #XI (1785) First Line: My refuge is the God of love Lyrics: 1 My refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry, "Fly like a timorous trembling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly. 2 If government be once destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress?) 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below; To him all mortal things are known, His eye-lids search our spirits through. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their wicked ways. 5 On impious wretches he shall rain Sulphureous flames of wasting death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom, with his angry breath. 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere, And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. Scripture: Psalm 11 Languages: English

Complaint of heavy Afflictions in Mind and Body

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #CXLIII (1785) First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass: Behold thy servant pleads thy grace; Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within: My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to GOD again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And GOD forever hide his love? 7 My GOD, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; Oh might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, The paths in which my feet should go: If snares and foes beset the road, I'll flee to hide me near my GOD. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill: Let the good spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English

The Glory of CHRIST, The success of the Gospel, and the Gentile church

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #XLVa (1785) First Line: My Saviour and my King Lyrics: 1 My Saviour and my King, Thy beauties are divine; Thy lips with blessings overflow; And every grace is thine. 2 Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful sword, And ride in majesty to spread The Conquests of thy word. 3 Strike thro' thy stubborn foes, Or mskr their hearts obey, While justice, meekness, grace and truth, Attend thy glorious way. 4 Thy laws, O GOD, are right, Thy throne shall ever stand; And thy victorious gospel prove A sceptre in thy hand. 5 [Thy Father and thy GOD Hath without measure shed His spirit like a joyful oil T' anoint thy sacred head.] 6 [Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is seen, A beauteous bride in rich attire, And princes guard the Queen.] 7 Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's house, Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows. 8 Oh let thy God and King Thy sweetest thoughts employ; Thy children shall his honour sing And taste the heavenly joy. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English

Christ our Strength and Righteousness

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #LXXIb (1785) First Line: My Saviour, my almighty friend Lyrics: 1 My Saviour, my almighty friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march with courage in thy strength To see my father GOD. 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my king! My soul redeem'd from sin and hell Shall thy salvation sing. 6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim My Saviour and my GOD; His death has brought my foes to shame, And saved me by his blood. 7 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; With this delightful song I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.] Scripture: Psalm 71:14-16 Languages: English

GOD our Shepherd

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #XXIIIa (1785) First Line: My shepherd is the living Lord Lyrics: 1 My shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be well supply'd; His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. 2 In pastures where salvation grows, He makes me feed he makes me rest; There living water gently flows, And all the food divinely blest. 3 My wandering feet his ways mistake; But he restores my soul to peace, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In the fair paths of righteousness. 4 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God, my shepherd's with me there. 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. 6 The sons of earth and sons of hell Gaze at thy goodness, and repine To see my table spread so well With living bread, and cheerful wine. [7 How I rejoice when on my head Thy spirit condescends to rest! 'Tis a divine anointing shed, Like oil of gladness at a feast. 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his houshold all their days; There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face, and sing his praise.] Scripture: Psalm 23 Languages: English

My Shepherd will supply my need

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #XXIIIb (1785) Lyrics: 1 My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is is name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed, Beside the living stream. 2 He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways, And leads me, for his mercy's sake In paths of truth and grace. 3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; One word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. 4 Thy hand in sight of all my foes Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. 5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; Oh may thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise! 6 There would I find a settled rest, (While others go and come) No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home. Scripture: Psalm 23 Languages: English

Delight in ordinances of Worship; or, GOD present in his churches

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #LXXXIVc (1785) First Line: My Soul, how lovely is the place Lyrics: 1 My Soul, how lovely is the place To which thy GOD resorts! 'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face, Tho' in his earthly courts. 2 There the great monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty GOD, thy words declare The secrets of thy will: And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. Pause. 5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode; When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour and my GOD? 6 The sparrow builds her self a nest, And suffers no remove; Oh make me, like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love. 7 To set one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employ'd in carnal joys. 8 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Among the tents of sin. 9 Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away. Scripture: Psalm 84:1-3 Languages: English

Prayer for quickening Grace

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #CXIXp (1785) First Line: My soul lies cleaving to the dust Lyrics: 1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust Turn off these eyes of mine. 2 I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray. 3 When sore afflictions press me down, I need thy quickening powers; Thy word that I have rested on Shall help my heaviest hours. 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, And thou a faithful GOD? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road? 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace! 6 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When I have felt its quickening power, To draw me near the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 119:25 Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of GOD; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #CIIId (1785) First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 GOD will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath: His anger like a rising wind Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #CIV (1785) First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the valleys as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various pow'r, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from GOD; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! How great thy skill! And ev'ry land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wonderous motions, swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious Ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my GOD my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

No Trust in the Creatures; or, Faith in divine Grace and Power

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #LXII (1785) First Line: My spirit looks to God alone Lyrics: 1 My spirit looks to GOD alone; My rock and refuge is his throne; In all my fears, in all my straits, My soul on his salvation waits. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face: When helpers fail, and foes invade; GOD is our all-sufficient aid. 3 False are the men of high degree, The baser sort are vanity; Laid in the balance both appear Light as a puff of empty air. 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your hearts on glittering dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what GOD has spoke? 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, "All pow'r is his eternal due; He must be fear'd and trusted too. 6 For sovereign power reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne: Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward. Scripture: Psalm 62:5-12 Languages: English

Melancholy Thoughts reproved; or, Hope in Affliction

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #XLIIb (1785) 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

The Death of a Sinner

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #H.XXX (1785) First Line: My thoughts on awful subjects roll Lyrics: 1 My thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead; What horrors seize the guilty soul Upon a dying bed. 2 Lingering about these mortal shores She makes a long delay, 'Till, like a flood, with rapid force, Death sweeps the wretch away! 3 Then, swift and dreadful, she descends Down to the firey coast, Among abominable fiends, Herself a frightful ghost. 4 There endless crouds of sinners lie, And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair, they cry, Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their blood, For their old guilt atones; Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, which kept my breath, Nor bid my soul remove, 'Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, And well insur'd his love! Languages: English

God's Care of his People, and Punishment of Persecutors

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #VII (1785) First Line: My trust is in my heavenly Friend Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my GOD: Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my soul. Pause. 6 [Let sinners, and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just! 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spight. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

Submission to afflictive providences

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #H.III (1785) First Line: Naked as from the earth we came Lyrics: 1 Naked, as from the earth we came, And rose to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis GOD that lifts our comforts high Or sinks them in the grave; He gives, and (blessed be his name!) He takes but what he gave. 4 Peace, all our angry passions then; Let each rebellious sigh, Be silent at his sovereign will, And every murmur die. 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread, And we'll adore the justice too, That strikes our comforts dead. Scripture: Job 1:21 Languages: English

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