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Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LXV.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; There shall our vows be paid: Thou hast an ear when sinners pray, All flesh shall seek thine aid. 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail, But pard'ning grace is thine; And thou will grant us pow'r and skill To conquer ev'ry sin. 3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thy house, To feast upon thy grace. 4 In answ'ring what thy church requests, Thy truth and terror shine, And works of dreadful righteousness, Fulfil thy kind design. 5 Thus shall the wond'ring nations see The Lord is good and just; And distant islands fly to thee And make thy name their trust. 6 They dread thy glitt'ring tokens, Lord, When signs in heav’n appear; But they shall learn thy holy word, And love as well as fear. Topics: A Prayer-heaing God, and the Gentiles called Scripture: Psalm 65:1-6 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXXXV.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name, While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye saints that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; To praise his name is sweet employ: Isra'l he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Thro' every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th’oppressor’s rod; He gives his suff'ring servants rest, And will be known th’Almighty God. 5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priest's exalt his name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. Topics: The Church is God's House and Care Scripture: Psalm 135:1-5 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXLVI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine; Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. 3 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Isra'l’s God: He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train, And none shall find his promise vain. 5 His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th’opprest, he feeds the poor; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 6 The Lord to sight restores the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 7 He loves his saints, he knows them well; But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains. Topics: Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXLVII.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names, His sov'reign wisdom knows no bound, A deep where all great thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is the Lord, and great his might, And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force, The vig'rous man, the warlike horse, The sprightly wit, the active limb; All are too mean delights for him. 8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And finds and loves his image there. Topics: The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Pray'r will at last an answer gain

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #LV (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Pray'r will at last an answer gain, Sure none shall seek the Lord in vain! Tho' Jesus may at first delay, None shall be empty sent away. 2 A certain passage we do read, Proves it to be the case indeed: A heathen woman fill'd with grief Did come to Jesus for relief. 3 With fervent pray'r his help she sought, Truly at first he answer'd not; And in his turn he signified, That she should ever be denied. 4 He first concealed what he meant, By saying, I am only sent, To grant relief and help to those Of Jacob's race, whom God hath chose. 5 But still a more distressing word Was then express'd by Christ the Lord; I ought not take the childrens bread And give to dogs that they be fed. 6 Yet all this drove her not away, But caus'd her with more warmth to pray: Have mercy Lord, O pitty me! My trust for help is all in thee. 7 She own'd she was not Israel's seed, But could be call'd a dog indeed; But that would not take childrens bread, Though dogs should with the crumbs be fed. 8 The Saviour then was forc'd to yield, And with those words his mind reveal'd; O! Woman, thou must have relief, Undoubted, great is thy belief. 9 Here may we learn, here may we know; What faith with humble pray'r can do; Should we who are of christian race, Not persevere to gain such grace? Topics: The Second Sunday in Lent Scripture: Matthew 15:21-28 Languages: English

Preserve me, Lord, in time of need

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XVI.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need; For succor to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead: My goodness cannot reach to thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make thee blest, Nor add new glories to thy name. 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know. 4 Let others choose the songs of mirth To give a relish to their wine; I love the men of heav’nly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine. Topics: Confession of our Poverty; and, Saints in the best Company Scripture: Psalm 16:1-4 Languages: English

Protect us Lord, from fatal harm

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXL (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Protect us Lord, from fatal harm; Behold our rising woes; We trust alone the pow'rful arm, To scatter all our foes. 2 Their tongue is like a poison'd dart, Their thoughts are full of guile; While rage and carnage swell their heart; They wear a peaceful smile. 3 O God of grace, thy guardian care, When foes without invade, Or spread within a deeper snare, Supplies our constant aid. 4 Let falsehood flee before thy face, Thy heav'nly truth extend, And nations taste thy heav'nly grace, And all delusion end. 5 With daily bread the poor supply, The cause of justice plead; And be thy church exalted high, With Christ the glorious head. Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English

Real christians need not fear to die

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCXX (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Real christians need not fear to die, Or to depart from here; Since death bears them to God on high! Where their great treasures are. 2 No pain or groan, or dying strife, Should fright their souls away; Since they shall find a better life Soon as they leave this clay. 3 Let me depart my Lord! to meet And stretch my feeble hands: And grasp the joys that are complete In yonder happy lands. 4 Then let me bow my dying head Into the arms of death! And rest in Christ my dying bed, And breathe my latest breath. Topics: Death and Burials Languages: English

Rebuke me not in anger Lord!

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCLXXII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Rebuke me not in anger Lord! Nor cast me quite away, Nor let me have my just reward, Have mercy, Lord, I pray. 2 In mercy hear thou my complaint, O hear my mournful pray'r: My heart is weak, my soul is faint, And fill'ed with dread and fear. 3 In death no man rememb'reth thee, Nor thanks thee in the grace: In mercy, Lord, deliver me, And from destruction save. 4 My sorrows and distress of mind, Are numberless and great; No peace or comforts can I find, In this my dismal state. 5 My life is worn with grief and pain, And all my strength is gone: O Lord, revive my soul again, And make thy mercies known. 6 O comfort me in my distress; On thee my God I call: Be thou my life and righteousness, My Saviour and my all. Topics: Repentance to God Languages: English

Rejoice, the Lord is King

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCCXLIII (1816) Lyrics: 1 Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God and king adore; Mortals give thanks, and sing, And triumph evermore! Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 2 Rejoice, the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love; When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 3 His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n; The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus given: Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 4 He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, And every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice, Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 5 Rejoice in glorious hope Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up To their eternal home: Lift up your heart, We soon shall hear th'Archangels' voice, The trump of God shall sound, rejoice! Topics: The Glory of Christ Languages: English