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Lord, from the depths to Thee I cried
Hymnal: The Hymnary for use in Baptist churches #686 (1936) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Hymnary for use in Baptist churches Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
Lord, from the depths to Thee I cried
O Thou my soul, bless God the Lord
Hymnal: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada #671b (1930) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada Topics: The Church of God The Sacraments - The Lord's Supper Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
O Thou my soul, bless God the Lord
Lord, from the depths to Thee I cried
Hymnal: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada #686 (1930) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
Lord, from the depths to Thee I cried
How still and peaceful is the grave!
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R4a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 How still and peaceful is the grave!
where, life’s vain tumults past,
th’ appointed house, by Heav’n’s decree,
receives us all at last.
2 The wicked there from troubling cease;
their passions rage no more;
and there the weary pilgrim rests
from all the toils he bore.
3 There rest the pris’ners, now releas'd
from slav'ry’s sad abode;
no more they hear th’ oppressor’s voice,
or dread the tyrant’s rod.
4 There servants, masters, small and great,
partake the same repose;
and there, in peace, the ashes mix
of those who once were foes.
5 All, levell'd by the hand of Death,
lie sleeping in the tomb;
till God, in judgment calls them forth,
to meet their final doom. Scripture: Job 3:17-20 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
How still and peaceful is the grave!
Against a wicked race, O God
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P43a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Against a wicked race, O God,
plead thou my cause, judge me;
from the unjust and crafty man
O do thou set me free.
2 For thou the God art of my strength;
why thrust me then away?
And for the oppression of the foe
why mourn I all the day?
3 O send thy light forth and thy truth;
let them be guides to me,
and bring me to thine holy hill,
even where thy dwellings be.
4 Then will I to God's altar go,
to God my chiefest joy
yea, God, my God, thy name to praise
my harp I will employ.
5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul?
What should discourage thee?
And why with vexing thoughts art thou
disquieted in me?
Still trust in God; for him to praise
good cause I yet shall have:
he of my countenance is the health,
my God that doth me save.
Scripture: Psalm 43 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
Against a wicked race, O God
O Lord, the God to whom alone
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P94 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 O Lord, the God to whom alone
all vengeance doth belong;
thou, who the God of vengeance art,
shine forth, avenging wrong.
2 Lift up thyself, thou of the earth
the sovereign judge that art;
and unto those that haughty are
a recompense impart.
3 How long, Jehovah, shall the men
who evil-doers be,
how long shall they who wicked are
thus triumph haughtily?
4 How long shall grievous things be them
be uttered and told?
And all that work iniquity
to boast themselves be bold?
5 Thy folk they break in pieces, Lord,
thine heritage oppress;
6 the widow and the stranger slay,
and kill the fatherless
7 yet say, The Lord shall not perceive,
nor God of Jacob know.
8 Ye brutish people! understand;
fools! when wise will ye grow?
9 Shall he who plants the ear of man
to hear unable be?
and he who fashioneth the eye,
shall he not clearly see?
10 He who the nations doth correct,
shall he reproof not show?
he that doth knowledge teach to man,
shall he himself not know?
11 Man's thoughts to be but vanity
the Lord doth well discern.
12 Blessed is the man thou chastenest, Lord,
and mak'st thy law to learn:
13 that thou mayest give him rest from days
of sad adversity,
until the pit be digged for those
that work iniquity.
14 Because the Lord will not cast off
those that his people be,
nor yet his own inheritance
forsake at all will he:
15 but judgment unto righteousness
shall yet return again,
and all shall follow after it
that are right-hearted men.
16 Who will rise up for me against
those that do wickedly?
Who will stand up for me 'gainst those that work iniquity?
17 Unless the Lord had been my help,
my soul in death had lain;
18 but if I say, My foot doth slip,
thy love doth me sustain.
19 Amidst the multitude of cares
whereby I am oppressed,
thy comforts, Lord, refresh my soul,
thy mercies give me rest.
20 Shall of iniquity the throne
have fellowship with thee,
which mischief, cunningly contrived,
doth by a law decree?
21 Against the righteous souls they join,
they guiltless blood condemn.
22 But of my refuge God's the rock
and my defence from them.
23 On them their own iniquity
the Lord shall cause to fall,
and in their sin shall cut them off;
our God destroy them shall.
Scripture: Psalm 94 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
O Lord, the God to whom alone
O thou my soul, bless God the Lord
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P103a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 O thou my soul, bless God the Lord;
and all that in me is
be stirred up his holy name
to magnify and bless.
2 Bless, O my soul, the Lord thy God,
and not forgetful be
of all his gracious benefits
he hath bestowed on thee.
3 All thine iniquities who doth
most graciously forgive:
who thy diseases all and pains
doth heal, and thee relieve.
4 Who doth redeem thy life, that thou
to death mayest not go down;
who thee with loving-kindness doth
and tender mercies crown:
5 Who with abundance of good things
doth satisfy thy mouth;
so that, even as the eagle’s age,
renewed is thy youth.
6 God righteous judgment executes
for all oppressed ones.
7 His ways to Moses he made known,
his acts to Israel’s sons.
8 The Lord our God is merciful,
and he is gracious,
long-suffering, and slow to wrath,
in mercy plenteous.
9 He will not chide continually,
nor keep his anger still.
10 With us he dealt not as we sinned,
nor did requite our ill.
11 For as the heaven in its height
the earth surmounteth far,
so great to those that do him fear
his tender mercies are:
12 As far as east is distant from
the west, so far hath he
from us removed, in his love,
all our iniquity.
13 Such pity as a father hath
unto his children dear,
like pity shows the Lord to such
as worship him in fear.
14 For he remembers we are dust,
and he our frame well knows.
15 Frail man, his days are like the grass,
as flower in field he grows:
16 For over it the wind doth pass,
and it away is gone;
and of the place where once it was
it shall no more be known.
17 But unto them that do him fear
God’s mercy never ends;
and to their children’s children still
his righteousness extends:
18 To such as keep his covenant,
and mindful are alway
Of his commandments just and good,
that they may them obey. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-18 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
O thou my soul, bless God the Lord
I with my voice cried to the Lord
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P142 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 I with my voice cried to the Lord,
with it made my request:
2 poured out to him my plaint, to him
my trouble I expressed.
3 When overwhelmed my spirit is,
then knowest thou my way;
where I did walk a snare for me
they privily did lay.
4 Look on my right hand, and behold
there's none to know me there;
all refuge hath me failed, and none
doth for my soul take care.
5 I cried to thee; I said, Thou art
a refuge, Lord, to me;
thou art my portion in the land
of those that living be.
6 Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry:
Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.
7 From prison bring my soul, that I
thy name may glorify:
the just shall compass me, when thou
with me deal’st bounteously. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
I with my voice cried to the Lord
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Author: Richard Baxter Hymnal: The Mennonite Hymnal #371 (1969) Hymnal Title: The Mennonite Hymnal Topics: The Church Its Foundation and Nature Tune Title: COLESHILL
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Jesus, the all-restoring Word
Author: Charles Wesley, 1707-88 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #464 (1933) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes Topics: The Christian Life Love and Communion; The Christian Life Christian Holiness Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL
Jesus, the all-restoring Word
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