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Children, in years or knowledge young

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXIV.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 34:7-11 Lyrics: 7 Children, in years and knowledge young, Your parents’ hope, your parents’ joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue, Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 8 If you desire length of days, And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from impious ways, Your lips from slander and deceit. 9 The eyes of God regard his saints, His ears are open to their cries; He sets his frowning face against The sons of violence and lies. 10 To humble souls and broken hearts God with his grace is ever nigh; Pardon and hope his love imparts When men in deep contrition lie. 11 He tells their tears, he counts their groans, His Son redeems their souls from death; His spirit heals their broken bones, His praise employs their tuneful breath. Topics: Religious Education Languages: English

Behold the love, the gen'rous love

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 35 Lyrics: 1 Behold the love, the gen'rous love, That holy David shows; Behold his kind compassion move For his afflicted foes. 2 When they are sick, his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart. 3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead! And fasting mortify'd his soul, While for their life he pray'd. 4 They groan'd, and curst him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns. 5 O glorious type of heav’nly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, their Saviour prays, And pities them with tears. 6 He, the true David, Isra'l’s King, Blest and belov'd of God, To save us rebels dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood. Topics: Love to Enemies Languages: English

High in the heav'ns, eternal God

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXVI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 36 Lyrics: 1 High in the heav’ns, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through ev'ry cloud That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share; The whole creation is thy charge, But saints are thy peculiar care. 4 My God, how excellent thy grace! Whence all our hope and comfort springs; The sons of Adam in distress, Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 5 From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promis'd in thy Word. Topics: The Perfections and Providence of God Languages: English

Why should I vex my soul, and fret

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXVII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 37:1-10 Lyrics: 1 Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great, By violence and lies? 2 As flow'ry grass cut down at noon, Before the ev'ning fades, So shall their glories vanish soon, In everlasting shades. 3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practice all that’s good; So shall I dwell among the just, And he’ll provide me food. 4 I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will; Thy hand which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfil. 5 Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. 6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav’n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv’n. 7 Rest in the Lord, and keep his way, Nor let your anger rise, Though Providence should long delay, To punish haughty vice. 8 Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he sees Their day of vengeance come. 9 They have drawn out the threat'ning sword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. 10 My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pierce their stubborn hearts. Topics: The Cure of Envy, Fretfulness and Unbelief Languages: English

Why doth the wealthy wicked boast

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXVII.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 37:11-16 Lyrics: 11 Why do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just, Excels the sinner’s gold. 12 The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne’er designs to pay; The saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away. 13 His alms with lib'ral heart he gives Amongst the sons of need; His mem'ry to long ages lives And blessèd is his seed. 14 His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander or defraud; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learn'd of God. 15 The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide. 16 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserv'd from every snare; They shall possess the promis'd land And dwell for ever there. Topics: Charity to the Poor Languages: English

My God, the steps of pious men

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXVII.III (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 37:17-23 Lyrics: 17 My God, the steps of pious men Are order'd by thy will; Though they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still. 18 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. 19 The heav’nly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home, He feasts them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come. 20 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. 21 The haughty sinners have I seen, Nor fearing man nor God, Like a tall Bay-tree fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. 22 And lo he vanished from the ground, Destroy'd by hands unseen; Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been. 23 But mark the man of righteousness, His sev'ral steps attend; True pleasure runs thro' all his ways, And peaceful is his end. Topics: The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked Languages: English

Admidst thy wrath remember love

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXVIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 38 Lyrics: 1 Amidst thy wrath remember love, Restore thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father’s chast'ning prove Like an avenger’s sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest; Between the sorrow and the smart My spirit finds no rest. 3 My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, That sinks my comforts down; And I go mourning all the day Beneath my Father’s frown. 5 Lord, I am weaken'd and dismay'd, None of my pow'rs are whole: My wounds with piercing anguish bleed, The anguish of my soul. 6 All my desire to thee are known, Thine eye counts ev'ry tear, And ev'ry sigh and every groan Is noticed by thine ear. 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry, My God will bear my spirit up When Satan bids me die. [8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide, To see my virtue fail; They raise their pleasure and their pride, Whene'er their wiles prevail. 9 But I’ll confess my guilty ways, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak the seeds of grace, And beg support divine. 10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before thy servant die.] Topics: Guilt of Conscience and Relief Languages: English

Thus I resolv'd before the Lord

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXIX.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 39:1-4 Lyrics: 1 Thus I resolved before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." 2 Whene'er constrained awhile to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should th'occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-aw'd, But let the scoffing sinners hear That we can speak for God. Topics: Watchfulness over the Tongue Languages: English

Teach me the measure of my days

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXIX.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 39:5-10 Lyrics: 5 Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. 6 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flow'r and prime. 7 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. 8 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. 9 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. 10 Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recall; I give my mortal int'rest up, And make my God my all. Topics: The Vanity of Man as Mortal Languages: English

God of my life, look gently down

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXIX.III (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 39:11-13 Lyrics: 11 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 12 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I’ll not attempt a murm'ring word Against thy chast'ning hand. 13 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 14 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble pow'rs can ne’er withstand, And all our beauty’s lost. 15 I’m but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 16 But if my life be spar'd awhile, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my bus'ness still, And I’ll declare thy love. Topics: Sick-Bed Devotion Languages: English