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A Certain beggar, poor and blind

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #XLIX (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 A Certain beggar, poor and blind, A needy creature as we find, Whose heart was fill'd with woe and grief, Cried to the Saviour for relief. 2 He cried, O blessed David's son! My mournful case to thee is known; O pitty me, grant me my sight! Restore to me that wanted light. 3 Tho' he was blind, yet he could hear, And knew that his dear Lord was near: He cried, and pray'd, and would not cease Till he had vented his distress. 4 When once our blindness we do feel, Our grief no longer can conceal; Then life the Beggar we shall cry To Jesus, e'er he passes by. 5 Are we rebuk'd, we cry the more, Till Jesus manifests his pow'r-- We shall not cease until we know: That we are hear'd, and answer'd too. 6 Then, like the Beggar we shall be, Once we were blind but now we see: Our darkness turned into day, And follow Jesus in his way. Topics: Quinquagesima Scripture: Luke 18:31-43 Languages: English

A Helpless creature here I lie

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCXVI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 A Helpless creature here I lie, A mere abject to men; Tho' day and night for help I cry, My troubles still remain. 2 No prospect of relief I see, From these, my heavy chains; An act of wonder it would be, To free my of my pains. 3 With pains confin'd unto my bed, The only place I have; Perhaps till numb'red with the dead, And shrouded in the grave. 4 But what impatience do I feel, When I should be at rest! To know this, is my Maker's will, Which serves to make me bless'd. 5 My troubles are increas'd the more, Of greater weight they are; When I must feel the tempter's pow'r, Who would have me despair. 6 Who tells me I need not to pray, Nor trust unto the Lord, That I am but a castasway That cannot be restor'd. 7 Should Christ afflict his people thus: This is the tempter's cry; Should he who ever loved us, With such afflictions try. 8 But O, my Saviour bear me through, Still keep my faith alive; Help me to keep the prize in view, Till I in heav'n arrive. Topics: Visitation of the Sick For those that are long confined to a sick bed Languages: English

A Palace is the sinner's heart

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #LVII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 A Palace is the sinner's heart, Which Satan guards in ev'ry part; And with his forces dwells therein, And keeps the soul enslav'd to sin. 2 There he, without control resides, And there against attack provides; He governs there, and feareth none, And holds the castle as his own. 3 Poor man obeys him as his chief, Because of pride and unbelief; Like slaves and servants on him wait, And seldom feel their slavish state. 4 But when the Saviour claims the heart, That cruel tyrant must depart-- When Jesus speaks and gives command, That Prince of darkness can't withstand. 5 The force of his restraining grace, Will cause that Lord to leave his place; Some outward changes may be seen, But yet some idol lurks within. 6 Altho' he wanders for a while, Himself he can not reconcile, He has not fully quit his home, But soon he means again to come. 7 Where Jesus does not fully reign, He surely will return again: With vice and envy seven-fold, Audatious, impudent and bold. 8 His palace he no more forsak's, In spite of all reproofs and checks; The force of men and angels join'd, Can ne'er renew that hard'ned mind. 9 That sinners' case was bad before, But now 'tis worse, and still much more: Because he can not be renew'd, And ever hat'st the ways of God. 10 O! horrid, wretched, awful state, My God let it not be my fate; May the Good spirit gain my heart! To dwell in me and ne'er depart. Topics: The Third Sunday in Lent Scripture: Luke 11:14-28 Languages: English

A Place where wickedness abound

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CXLVI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 A Place where wickedness abound, Where scarce a righteous soul is found: There punishment for sins is due, And must be executed too. 2 Jerusalem, that noted place, Found it to be her awful case; Where judgments with their threat'nings meet Destruction soon is made complete. 3 It was the blessed Saviour's charge, Where vices sway their pow'r at large; Who then is wise these things to see, Then let him to the mountains flee. 4 The axe which to the root is laid, As John, the faithful Prophet said: Will cut that wicked nation down without the least of mercy shown. 5 The Jews, be aggravating crimes, Brought on them selves such fatal times; Times of distress, and wo, and grief, But not a time to find relief. 6 False Christs arose in ev'ry part, And with deceptions, schemes and art, Were many simple souls decoy'd, And in their sins at last destroy'd. 7 Just like a carrion on the ground, To which the Eagles flock around; The doctrine of such teachers are, To silly souls a trap and snare. 8 Their doctrine would have that effect, As to deceive the Lord's elect! Was not their hope in Jesus stay'd, And thus upheld by heav'nly aid. 9 What evil sin on earth can do, From this sad passage we may know; Lord! make us wise to meditate, And flee before it be too late. Topics: 25th Sunday after Trinity Scripture: Matthew 24:15-28 Languages: English

A Precious gift on man bestow'd

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CCCVII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 A Precious gift on man bestow'd, That is to have the word of God; The sure infallible record That shews the counsels of the Lord. 2 That book it has to man reveal'd, That which was to the world conceal'd. That book reveal'd the glorious plan By which God sav'd the race of man. 3 Of all the treasures here on earth, This book is of the greatest worth; From age to age it handeth down, As much as need to man be known. 4 The Bible is a light divine! It makes a world of darkness sine; And ev'ry chapter, line and page, Can cast a light on ev'ry age. 5 Bless'd are the rays this light doth give, And bless'd are they who do receive; This blessed light, this blessed heat, Can make our hopes and joys complete. Topics: Of the Word of God Languages: English

A Sower that goes forth to sow

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #XLVII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 A Sower that goes forth to sow, Far diff'rent soils he finds; Such is the case with Preachers too: They preach to diff'rent minds. 2 Some minds are like the trodden way; That can't receive the grain; Tho' they attend to hear and pray, They hear the word in vain. 3 With such does Satan act his part, Like birds of prey devour; He takes the word soon from their heart, That it can have no pow'r. 4 And some are like the stony soil, Which soon shoots forth its blade; First they believe, and hear a while, But soon they shrink and fade. 5 At first it is a joyful news, The Gospel truth to hear; But O, it answers not their views, The Saviour's Cross to bear. 6 Some are just like that kind of ground, All fill'd with thorns and brier; Their hearts with carnal cares abound-- The world is their desire. 7 Tho' they are made to hear and feel, The need of Saving Grace; Yet to support their haughty will, They keep their sinful place. 8 Great God, how cautious should we be! To keep still on our guard; To watch and pray, to search and see That we may be prepar'd. Topics: Sexagesima Sunday Scripture: Luke 8:4-15 Languages: English

A Worldling, wretched, vile and base

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #XCVIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 A Worldling, wretched, vile and base, Not subject to restraining grace; But yielded to his lusts and pride, And set all fear of God aside. 2 Though he had riches laid in store, Yet no compassion on the poor! A beggar in a helpless state, Found no assistance at his gate. 3 The worldling spent his precious days, In Luxuries, in sports and plays-- While the poor beggar lay distress'd, With poverty and sores oppress'd. 4 But to them both it proved strange, To meet with such a sudden change; The worldling sent to endless pain, The beggar plac'd with Christ to reign. 5 This is the sinners awful case: They who neglect the time of grace; They cry for help, but O too late! When once they share their lot and fate. 6 The worldlilng pray'd to get relief, To metigate his pain and grief; But father Abr'am could not grant that cooling drop which he did want. 7 If we seek heaven here on earth, We loose the heav'n of greater worth; To bear the Cross with Jesus here, Intitles us to glory there. 8 Dear Saviour, make us truly wise, All sinful pleasures to despise-- The greatest evil we can do: That is to choose our heav'n below. Topics: First Sunday after Trinity Scripture: Luke 16:19-31 Languages: English

A Wretched man, both dumb and deaf

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CXX (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 A Wretched man, both dumb and deaf, Brought to our Lord to get relief; Was made to know the Saviour's pow'r, When he receiv'd immediate cure. 2 The Saviour us'd but simple means, Such as the haughty world disdains; When he first took him from the throng, To make him hear and loose his tongue. 3 The cure the Saviour on him wrought, Was not as carnal reason taught; To cure this man the Saviour made, No boast or shew, or great parade. 4 His Ephphatha, his sigh and look, Through all the pow'rs of darkness broke; It burst, and loosed Satan's chain, The man could hear and speak again. 5 Are we not also deaf and dumb, And wretched creatures from the womb; We cannot speak the Saviour's praise, Until we feel his work of grace. 6 When we are taken from the crowd, And with his light and grace endow'd; Then by experience we shall know, Jesus, that great Physician too. 7 Then of his wonders we can tell, And testify that all is well; The pow'r of Jesus does appear, The dumb they speak, the deaf they hear. Topics: Twelfth Sunday after Trinity Scripture: Mark 7:31-37 Languages: English

According to thy promis'd grace

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.CXIX.Zain (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 49 According to thy promis'd grace, Thy favour, Lord, extend; Make good to me the word on which Thy servant's hopes depend. 50 That only comfort in distress Did all my griefs control; Thy word, when troubles hemm'd me round, Reviv'd my fainting soul. 51 Insulting foes did proudly mock, And all my hopes deride; Yet from thy law not all their scoffs Could make me turn aside. 52 Thy judgments then, of ancient date, I quickly call'd to mind, Till, ravish'd with such thoughts, my soul Did speedy comfort find. 53 Sometimes I stand amaz'd, like one With deadly horror struck, To think how all my sinful foes Have thy just laws forsook. 54 But I thy statutes and decrees My cheerful anthems made; Whilst through strange lands an desert wilds I like a pilgrim stray'd. 55 Thy name, that cheer'd my heart by day, Has fill'd my thoughts by night: I then resolv'd by thy just laws To guide my steps aright. 56 That peace of mind, which has my soul In deep distress sustain'd, By strict obedience to thy will I happily obtain'd. Scripture: Psalm 119:49-56 Languages: English

Admidst thy wrath remember love

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XXXVIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English