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Why should I vex my soul, and fret

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXVII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 Scripture: Psalm 37:1-10 Languages: English

Why should my heart feel so dismay'd

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCLXXVIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Why should my heart feel so dismay'd, And harbour such distress? My debt of sin the Saviour paid, Who is my righteousness. 2 Though Satan with his tempests toss My soul into dismay; I look to Jesus on the Cross To drive my fears away. 3 I need not dread the Tempter's force, Nor all that he can do: Since I have refuge and recourse, And place of safety too. 4 I must confess I ought to be Disowned by my God; But Christ my Saviour died for me, And bought me with his blood. 5 His merits I do humbly claim, Thereon my soul relies; Not sin or Satan can condemn, When Jesus justifies. 6 From ev'ry guilt and ev'ry stain His blood can make me clean: For Christ who died and rose again, Subdues the pow'r of sin. Topics: Justification Languages: English

Why should the mighty make their boast

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Why should the mighty make their boast, And heav'nly grace despise? In their own arm they put their trust, And fill their mouth with lies. 2 But God in vengeance shall destroy, And drive them from his face; No more shall they his church annoy, Nor find on earth a place. 3 But like a cultur'd olive grow, Drest in immortal green, Thy children blooming in thy love, Amid thy courts are seen. 4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord, Thy saints shall rest secure, And all who trust thy holy word, Shall find salvation sure. Topics: The Disappointment of the Wicked Scripture: Psalm 52 Languages: English

Why should we fear the powers of Hell

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #LXXIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Why should we fear the powers of Hell, Why should we be afraid? Jesus conquer'd when he fell. And rose our Lord and head. 2 His tortures and his dying pain, His sorrows and his grief, Have bursted the infernal chain, And purchas'd our relief. 3 Death is in vict'ry swallow'd up, Our freedom is obtain'd; And Christ who is our life and hope, Hath full redemption gain'd. 4 Now he has left his silent tomb, And prov'd his mighty power; We shall enjoy the life to come! With him for ever more. 5 Come let us thank him for his love, With all we can afford; With saints on earth and hosts above, Praise him our Mighty Lord. Topics: Easter Monday Scripture: Luke 24:13-35 Languages: English

Why should we start, and fear to die?

Author: Watts Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCXII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Why should we start, and fear to die? What tim'rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless thro' death’s iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. Topics: Visitation of the Sick Languages: English

Will God for ever cast us off?

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LXXIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off? His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of His love, His little chosen flock. 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Zion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd & sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke, Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; Come, let us burn at once, they cry, The temple and the priest. 7 And still, to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wonted signs of pow'r and grace, Thy pow'r and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. 9 How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd? And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand? 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown In ages long before? And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wond'rous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day; Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy pow'r form'd ev'ry coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the cov'enant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade, And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thy own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Topics: The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution Scripture: Psalm 74 Languages: English

With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXXXVIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue I'll praise my Maker in my song; Angels, shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 Angels that make thy church their care Shall witness my devotions there, While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies. 3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all the works and names below So much thy pow'r and glory show. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes: He did my rising fears control, And strength diffus'd through all my soul. 5 The God of heav'n maintains his state, Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great But from his throne descends to bless the humble souls that trust his grace. 6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. Topics: Restoring and Preserving Grace Scripture: Psalm 138 Languages: English

With earnest longings of the mind

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look: So pants the hunted hart to find, And taste the cooling brook. 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control, "And where’s your God at last?" 4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far, Beneath this heavy load? My spirit, why indulge despair, And sin against my God? 6 Hope in the Lord whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove; For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Topics: Desertion and Hope Scripture: Psalm 42:1-6 Languages: English

With glory clad, with strength array'd

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XCIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 With glory clad, with strength array'd, The Lord, that o’er all nature reigns, The world’s foundations strongly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. 2 How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne, Which shall no change or period see! For thou, O Lord, and thou alone, Art God from all eternity! 3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, And toss the troubled waves on high; But God above can still their noise, And make the angry sea comply. 4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure; And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel. Topics: The Eternal and the Sovereign God Scripture: Psalm 93 Languages: English

With me, thy servant, thou hast dealt

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXIX.Teth (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 65 With me, thy servant, thou hast dealt Most graciously, O Lord; Repeated benefits bestow'd, According to thyh word. 66 Teach me the sacred skill, by which Right judgment is attain'd, Who in belief of thy commands Have steadfastly remain'd. 67 Before affliction stopp'd my course, My foot-steps went astray: But I have since been disciplin'd Thy precepts to obey. 68 Thou art, O Lord, supremely good, And all thou dost is so; On me, thy statutes to discern, Thy saving skill bestow. 69 The proud have forg'd malicious lies, My spotless fame to stain; But my fix'd heart, without reserve, Thy precepts shall retain. 70 While pamper'd they, with prosp'rous ills, In sensual pleasures live, My soul can relish no delight, But what thy precepts give. 7 'Tis good for me that I have felt Affliction's chast'ning rod, That I might duly learn and keep The statutes of my God. 72 The law that from thy mouth proceeds, Of more esteem I hold Than untouch'd mines, than thousand mines Of silver and of gold. Scripture: Psalm 119:65-72 Languages: English