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O God, My Refuge, Hear My Cries
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4870 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2. Their rage is leveled at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hopes in God.
3. With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4. O were I like a feathered dove,
And innocence had wings,
I’d fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5. Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
6. Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To ’scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
7. By morning light I’ll seek His face,
At noon repeat my cry;
The night shall hear me ask His grace,
Nor will He long deny.
8. God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If He command their aid.
9. I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon His Word,
That saints shall never fall.
10. My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread His praise;
While cruel and deceitful men
Scarce live out half their days. Languages: English Tune Title: BURFORD
O God, My Refuge, Hear My Cries
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #55 (1789) Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Their rage is level'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hopes in God.
3 What inward pains my heart-strings wound,
I groan with ev'ry breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
I’d fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To ’scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
7 By morning light I’ll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes can not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days.
Part II.
11 Let sinners take their course,
And chuse the road to death;
But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.
12 My thoughts address his throne,
When morning brings the light;
I'll seek his blessing ev'ry noon,
And pay my vows at night.
13 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God,
While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath thine angry rod.
14 Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear, nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.
15 But I with all my cares
Will lean upon the Lord;
I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.
16 His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love;
The ground on which their safety stands,
No earthly power can move.
Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears;,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Their rage is level'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hopes in God.
3 What inward pains my heart-strings wound,
I groan with ev'ry breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
I’d fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To ’scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
7 By morning light I’ll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days. Topics: Support for the Afflicted and tempted Soul Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P55a (1766) Lyrics: 1 O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries,
Behold my flowing Tears;
For Earth and Hell my Hurt devise,
And triumph in my Fears.
2 Their Rage is levell'd at my Life,
My Soul with Guilt they load,
And fill my Thoughts with inward Strife
To shake my Hope in GOD.
3 With inward Pain my Heart-strings sound,
I groan with ev'ry Breath;
Horror and Fear beset me round
Amongst the Shades of Death.
4 O were I like a feather'd Dove,
And Innocence had Wings;
I'd fly, and make a long Remove
From all these restless Things.
5 Let me to some wild Desart go,
And find a peaceful Home,
Where Storms of Malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
6 Vain hopes, and vain Intentions all
To 'scape the Rage of Hell!
The mighty GOD, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
Pause.
7 By Morning-Light I'll seek his Face,
At Noon repeat my Cry;
The Night shall hear me ask his Grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 GOD shall preserve my Soul from Fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten Thousand Angels must appear,
If he command their Aid.
9 I cast my Burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My Courage rests upon his Word,
That Saints shall never fall.
9 My highest Hopes shall not be vain,
My Lips shall spread his Praise;
While cruel and deceitful Men
Scarce live out Half their Days. Topics: Daily Devotion; Support for the afflicted and tempted; Temptations support under them Scripture: Psalm 55:22 Languages: English
O GOD, my Refuge, hear my Cries
O God, my refuge! hear my cries
Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #123 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge! hear my cries,
"Behold my flowing tears;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with ev'ry breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 O were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
I'd fly, and make a long remove,
From all these restless things.
5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call
Can save me here as well.
Pause;
7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry;
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes shall not be vain;
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men
Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
O God, my refuge! hear my cries
O God, my Refuge, hear my cries
Author: Watts Hymnal: Plymouth Collection #a794 (1863)
O God, my Refuge, hear my cries
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: My Little Singing Book #d49 (1843) Languages: English
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America #P55a (1830)
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
Hymnal: Church Psalmody #P55.2 (1831) Languages: English
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #P55.1 (1835)
O God, my refuge, hear my cries
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