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Perseverance

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #LXXXV (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? Lyrics: 1 Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? Conduct me in thy fear, And grant me such supplies of grace, That I may persevere. 2 Let but thy own almighty arm Sustain a feeble worm, I shall escape, secure from harm, Amid the dreadful storm. 3 Be then my all-sufficient friend, 'Till all my toils shall cease; Guard me through life, and let my end Be everlasting peace. Scripture: Psalm 119:117 Languages: English

Complaint and hope under great pain

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCCL (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign My body to thy will; 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine, Appoints the pains I feel. 2 Dark are the ways of providence, While they who love thee groan; The reasons lie conceal'd from sense, Mysterious and unknown. 3 Yet nature may have leave to speak, And plead before her God, Lest the o'er burden'd heart should break Beneath thine heavy rod. 4 These mournful groans and flowing tears, Give my poor spirit ease; While ev'ry groan my Father hears, And ev'ry tear he sees. 5 [How shall I glorify my God, In bonds of grief confin'd? Damp'd is my vigor, while this clod Hangs heavy on my mind.] 6 Is not some smiling hour at hand With peace upon its wings? Give it, O God, thy swift command, With all the joys it brings. Topics: Sickness Complaint and hope in Languages: English

The whole world no compensation for the loss of one soul

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCXLIX (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, shall we part with gold for dross Lyrics: 1 Lord, shall we part with gold for dross, With solid good for show? Out live our bliss and mourn our loss In everlasting woe? 2 Let us not lose the living God, For one short dream of joy: With fond embrace cling to a clod, And fling all heav'n away. 3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, We all thy charms defy; And rate our precious souls to dear For all thy wealth to buy. Topics: Soul More valuable than the world Scripture: Mark 8:36 Languages: English

The Omnipresence and Omniscience of God

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #V (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, thou with an unerring beam Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou with an unerring beam Surveyest all my powers; My rising steps are watch'd by thee, By thee, my resting hours. 2 My thoughts, scarce struggling in to birth, Great God, are known to thee; Abroad, at home, still I'm inclos'd With thine immensity. 3 To thee the labyrinths of life In open view appear; Nor steals a whisper from my lips Without thy listening ear. 4 Behind I glance, and thou art there; Before me shines thy name; And 'tis thy strong almighty hand Sustains my tender frame, 5 Such knowledge mocks the vain essays Of my astonish'd mind; Nor can my reason's soaring eye Its towering summit find. Topics: God His omniscience; God His omniscience Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Prayer for relief uner a body of sin and death

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCLXXX (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, what a croud of anxious cares Lyrics: 1 Lord what a croud of anxious cares, Disturb this restless breast! The world's reproach and Satan's snares, Leave not a moment's rest. 2 The glorious smiles which once I saw O'er all thy face, are hid; I feel the sentence of thy law, And all my comfort's fled. 3 Hast thou not said, that where thy art, There thine shall surely be? O seal this promise on my heart, And say 'twas made for me. 4 Then cares may vex, the world may frown, They ne'er my peace shall move; For what can weigh that spirit down, That feels a Saviour's love? 5 O for a taste, by saving faith, Of his forgiving grace; When nature draws its parting breath, And all its cares shall cease! Topics: Prayer For relief from sin and darkness Languages: English

The rich worldling condemned

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CXCV (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My barns are full, my stores increase Lyrics: 1 "My barns are full, my stores increase, And now for many years, Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, Secure from wants and fears." 2 Thus while a worldling boasted once, As many now presume; He heard the Lord himself pronounce, His sudden, awful doom. 3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass Into a world unknown; And who shall then the stores possess, Which thou hast call'd thine own!" 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme, For happiness below; 'Till death destroys the pleasing dream, And they awake to woe. 5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay That fills the sinner's mind, When torn, by death's strong hand away, He leaves his all behind. 6 Wordlings, who cleave to earthly things, But are not rich to God; Will feel that death is full of stings, And hell their dark abode. 7 Dear Saviour make us timely wise, Thy gospel to attend; That we may live above the skies, When this poor life shall end. Topics: Worldling condemned Scripture: Luke 12:16-21 Languages: English

Waiting at wisdom's gate

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCXXIV (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My heart has been too long ensnar'd Lyrics: 1 My heart has been too long ensnar'd, In folly's hurtful ways; Oh, may I be at length prepar'd, To hear what wisdom says! 2 'Tis Jesus from the mercy-seat, Invites me to his rest; He calls poor sinners to his feet, To make them truly blest. 3 Approach, my soul, to wisdom's gates, Approach without delay: No one who watches there and waits, Shall e'er be turn'd away. 4 He will not let me seek in vain, For all who trust his word Shall everlasting life obtain, And favor from the Lord. 5 Now I would break my league with death, And live to thee alone; Oh let thy Spirit's seal of faith, Secure me for thine own. Topics: Wisdom of God Waiting for Scripture: Proverbs 8:34-35 Languages: English

Joy in the holy gost

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCI (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My soul doth magnify the Lord Lyrics: 1 My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth rejoice In God, my saviour and my God; I hear thy joyful voice. 2 I need not go abroad for joy, I have a feast at home; My sighs are turned into songs, The comforter is come. 3 Down from above the blessed dove, Is come into my breast; To witness God's eternal love; This is my heav'nly feast. 4 This makes me abba father cry, With confidence of soul; It makes me cry, my Lord, my God, And that without control. 5 There is a stream which issues forth From God's eternal throne, And from the lamb, a living stream, Clear as the chrystal stone. 6 The stream doth water Paradise, It makes the angels sing, One cordial drop revives my heart; Hence all my joys do spring. 7 Such joys as are unspeakable, And full of glory too; Such hidden manna, hidden pearls, As worldlings do not know. 8 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, From fancy 'tis conceal'd, What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine, And hast to me reveal'd. 9 I see thy face, I hear thy voice, I taste thy sweetest love; My soul doth leap: but Oh! for wings, The wings of Noah's dove! 10 Then would I flee far hence away, Leaving this world of sin; Then should my Lord put forth his hand, And kindly take me in. 11 Then should my soul with angels feast, On joys which always last; Bless'd be my God, the God of joy, Who gives me here a taste. Topics: Spirit Joy of Languages: English

Sick bed reflections

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CCCXLVIII (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My soul would fain indulge a hope Lyrics: 1 My soul would fain indulge a hope To reach the heav'nly shore; And when I drop this dying flesh, That I shall sin no more. 2 That then I shall behold the Lamb, Who once for sin was slain, But rose triumphing o'er the grave, And on his throne doth reign. 3 I hope to hear and join the song, That saints and angels raise, And while eternal ages roll, To sing eternal praise. 4 But Oh, this dreadful heart of sin, It may deceive me still, And while I look for joys above, May plunge me down to hell. 5 The scene must then forever close, Probation at an end, No gospel grace can reach me there, No pardon there descend. 6 Come then, O blessed Jesus, come, To me thy spirit give: Shine through a dark, benighted soul, And bid a sinner live. Topics: Sickness Reflections in Languages: English

Christian Reformation? or, God our portion

Hymnal: HSHM1799 #CLXIV (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My times of sorrow and of joy Lyrics: 1 My times of sorrow and of joy, Great God, are in thy hand; My choicest comforts come from thee, And go at thy command. 2 If thou should'st take them all away, Yet would I not repine; Before they were possess'd by me, They were entirely thine. 3 Now would I drop a murm'ring word, Tho' the whole world were gone, But seek enduring happiness In thee, and thee alone. 4 What is the world with all its store? 'Tis a deceitful cheat; When I attempt to pluck the rose, A piercing thorn I meet. 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, The honey's mix'd with gall; Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be thou my all in all. Languages: English