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I Waited patient for the Lord

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XL.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 40:1-6 Lyrics: 1 I Waited patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay. 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song. 4 I’ll spread His works of grace abroad; The saints with joy shall hear, And sinners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear. 5 How many are thy thoughts of love; Thy mercies, Lord, how great! We have not words nor hours enough Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I’m afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. Topics: A Song of Deliverance from great Distress Languages: English

Thus saith the Lord, your work is vain

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XL.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 40:7-14 Lyrics: 7 Thus saith the Lord, "your work is vain, "Give your burnt off'rings o’er; "In dying goats, and bullocks slain "My soul delights no more." 8 Then spake the Saviour, “Lo, I’m here, "My God, to do thy will; "Whate’er thy sacred books declare, "Thy servant shall fulfil. 9 "Thy law is ever in my sight, "I keep it near My heart; "Mine eyes are open'd with delight, "To what thy lips impart." 10 And see, the blessed Redeemer comes, Th’eternal Son appears, And at th’appointed time assumes The body God prepares. 11 Much he reveal'd His Father’s grace, And much his truth he show'd, And preach'd the way of righteousness Where great assemblies stood. 12 His Father’s honour touched his heart, He pity'd sinners’ cries, And, to fulfil a Saviour’s part, Was made a sacrifice. 13 No blood of beasts on altars shed Could wash the conscience clean, But the rich sacrifice he paid Atones for all our sin. 14 Then was the great salvation spread, And Satan’s kingdom shook; Thus by the woman’s promis'd seed The serpent’s head was broke. Topics: The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ Languages: English

Blest is the man, whose breast can move

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 41 Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, whose breast can move, And melt with pity to the poor, Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. 2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; He in the time of gen'ral grief Shall find the Lord hath mercy too. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth With sacred blessings on his head, When drought, and pestilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiv’n, Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav’n. Topics: Charity to the Poor Languages: English

With earnest longings of the mind

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 42:1-6 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 Languages: English

My spirit sinks within me, Lord

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLII.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 42:7-11 Lyrics: 7 My spirit sinks with me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. 8 Huge troubles with tumult'ous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; The rising waves drown all my joys, And roll tremend'ous o’er my head. 9 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. 10 I’ll cast myself before his feet, And say, "my God, my heav’nly rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 11 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. 12 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 heav’nly hill. Topics: Melancholy Thoughts reproved Languages: English

Judge me, O God, and plead my cause

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 43 Lyrics: 1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause Against a sinful race; From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by thy grace. 2 On thee my steadfast hope depends, And am I left to mourn? To sink in sorrows, and in vain Implore thy kind return? 3 O send thy light to guide my feet, And bid thy truth appear, Conduct me to thy holy hill And taste thy mercies there. 4 Then to thy altar, O my God, My joyful feet shall rise, And my triumphant songs shall praise The God that rules the skies. 5 Sink not my soul, beneath thy fear, Nor yield to weak despair: For I shall live to praise the Lord, And bless his guardian care. Topics: Safety in Divine Protection Languages: English

Lord, we have heard thy works of old

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLIV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 44 Lyrics: 1 Lord, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of pow'r and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonder of their days. 2 They saw the beaut'ous churches rise, The spreading gospel run; While light and glory from the skies through all their temples shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song. 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heav'n, Nor have our steps declin'd the road Of duty thou hast giv’n. 6 Though dragons all around us roar With their destructive breath, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore Hard by the gates of death. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As martyrs for thy name; As sheep for slaughter bound we lie, And wait the kindling flame. 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps Thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhor'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off And still neglect our cries: For ever hide thine heav’nly love From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, And dies upon the ground; Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their pow'rs confound. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honors of thy name, The merits of thy blood. Topics: The Church's Complaint in Persecution Languages: English

Now be my heart inspir'd to sing

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLV.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 45:1-5 Lyrics: 1 Now be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour King; Jesus the Lord; how heav’nly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! 2 O’er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace, Love from His lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. 3 Dress thee in arms most mighty Lord, Gird on the terror of thy sword; In majesty and glory ride With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; Or words of mercy kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet. 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, Grace is the scepter in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right, But grace and justice thy delight. 6 God, thine own God has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head; And with his sacred Spirit bless'd His first born Son above the rest. Topics: The Glory of Christ, and Power of his Gospel Languages: English

The King of saints, how fair his face

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLV.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 45:7-12 Lyrics: 7 The King of saints, how fair his face; Adorn'd with majesty and grace! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love. 8 At his right hand our eyes behold The Queen array'd in purest gold; The world admires her heav’nly dress; Her robes of joy and righteousness. 9 He forms her beauties like his own, He calls and seats her near his throne; Fair stranger, let thine heart forget The idols of thy native state. 10 So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the fav'rite of his choice; Let him be lov'd and yet ador'd, For he’s thy Maker and thy Lord. 11 Oh happy hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies, And all thy sons (a num'rous train) Each like a Prince in glory reign. 12 Let endless honours crown his head; Let ev'ry age his praises spread; While we with cheerful songs approve The condescension of his love. Topics: Christ and his Church Languages: English

God is the refuge of his saints

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLVI.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 46:1-6 Lyrics: 1 God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide, While ev'ry nation, ev'ery shore, Tremble and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God! Life, love and joy, still guiding thro' And wat’ring our divine abode. 5 That sacred stream, thy holy word, Supports our faith, our fear controls; Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch’s love, Secure against a threat'ning hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth and arm'd with pow'r. Topics: The Church's Safety and Triumph among National Desolations Languages: English