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How blest is he who ne'er consents

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #3 (1754) Lyrics: 1 How blest is he, who ne'er consents by ill Advice to walk; Nor stands in Sinners Ways; nor sits where Men profanely talk! 2 But makes the perfect Law of God his Bus'ness and Delight; Devoutly reads therein by Day, and meditates by Night. 3 Like some fair Tree, which, fed by Streams, with timely Fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and Success all his Designs attend. 4 Ungodly Men, and their Attempts, no lasting Root shall find; Untimely blasted, and dispers'd, like Chaff before the Wind. 5 Their Guilt shall strike the Wicked dumb before the Judge's Face: No formal Hypocrite shall then among the Saints have Place. 6 For God approves the just Man's Ways; to Happiness they tend: But Sinners, and the Paths they tread, shall both in Ruin end. Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English

With restless and ungoverned rage

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #4 (1754) Lyrics: 1 With restless and ungover'd Rage why do the Heathen storm? Why in such rash Attempts engage, as they can ne’er perform? 2 The great in Counsel, and in Might their various Forces bring; Against the Lord they all unite, and His anointed King. 3 "Must we submit to their commands? presumptuously they say: "No, let us break Their slavish Bands, "and cast their Chains away." 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on High, and sees how they combine, Does their conspiring Strength defy, And mocks their vain Design. 5 Thick Clouds of Wrath divine shall break on his rebellious Foes; And thus will he in Thunder speak to all that dare oppose: 6 "Though madly you dispute my Will, "the King that I ordain, "Whose Throne is fix'd on Sion’s Hill, "shall there securely reign." 7 Attend, O Earth, whilst I declare God’s uncontroul'd Decree: “Thou art my Son, this Day, my Heir, "have I begotten thee. 8 “Ask, and receive thy full Demands; "thine shall the Heathen be; "The utmost Limits of the Lands, shall be posses'd by thee. 9 "Thy threat’ning Sceptte thou shalt shake, "and crush them ev'ry-where; "As massy Bars of Iron break "the Potter’s brittle Ware. 10 Learn then, ye Princes; and give Ear, ye Judges of the Earth; Worship the Lord with holy fear; rejoice with awful Mirth. 11 Appease the Son with due Respect, your timely Homage pay; Lest he revenge the bold Neglect, incens'd by your Delay. 12 If but in Part his Anger rise, who can endure the Flame? Then blest are they whose Hope relies On his most holy Name. Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English

How many, Lord, of late are grown

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #5 (1754) Lyrics: 1 How many, Lord, of late are grown the Troublers of my Peace! And as their Numbers hourly rise, so does their Rage increase. 2 Insulting, they my Soul upbraid, and him whom I adore: The God in whom he trusts, say they, shall rescue him no more. 3 But thou, O Lord, art my Defence; on thee my Hopes rely: Thou art my Glory, and shalt yet, lift up my Head on High. 4 Since whensoe'er in like Distres, to God I made my Pray'r, He heard me from his holy Hill; Why should I now despair? 5 Guarded by him, I laid me down, my sweet Repose to take; For I through him securely sleep, through him in Safety wake. 6 No Force nor Fury of my Foes, my Courage shall confound; Were there as many Hosts as Men, that have beset me round. 7 Arise, and save me, O my God, who oft hast own'd my Cause; And scatter'd oft these Foes to me, and to thy righteous Laws. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; He only can defend; His Blessing he extends to all, that on his Pow'r depend. Scripture: Psalm 3 Languages: English

O Lord, that art my righteous Judge

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #7 (1754) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, that art my righteous Judge, to my Complaint give Ear. Thou still redeem'st me from Distress: Have Mercy, Lord, and hear. 2 How long will ye, O Sons of Men, to blot my Fame devise? How long your vain Designs pursue, and spread malicious Lies? 3 Consider that the righteous Man is God's peculiar Choice; And when to him I make my Pray'r, he always hears my Voice. 4 Then stand in Awe of his Commands, flee ev'ry Thing that's ill; Commune in private with your Hearts, and bind them to his Will. 5 The Place of other Sacrifice let Righteousness supply; And let your Hope, securely fix'd, on God alone rely. 6 While worldly Minds impatient grow, more prosp'rous Times to see; Still let the Glories of thy Face shine brightly, Lord, on me. 7 So shall my Heart o'er flow with Joy more lasting, and more true, Than theirs, who Stores of corn and Wine successively renew. 8 Then down in Peace I'll lay my Head, and take my needful Rest: No other Guard, O Lord, I crave, of thy Defence possest. Scripture: Psalm 4 Languages: English

Lord, hear the voice of my complaint

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #8 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint; accept my secret Pray'r; 2 To Thee alone, my King, my God, will I for Help repair. 3 Thou in the Morn my Voice shalt hear, and with the dawning Day, To thee devoutly I'll look up, to thee devoutly pray. 4 For thou, the Wrongs that I sustain, canst never, Lord, approve; Who from thy sacred Dwelling-place all Evil dost remove. 5 Not long shall stubborn Fools remain unpunish'd in thy View: All such as act unrighteous Things, thy Vengeance shall pursue. 6 The sland'ring Tongue, O God of Truth, by thee shall be destroy'd; Who hat' st alike the Man in Blood, and in Deceit employ'd. 7 But when thy boundless Grace shall me to thy lov'd Courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing Eyes, and humbly there adore. 8 Conduct me by thy righteous Laws; for watchful is my Foe: Therefore, O Lord, make plain the Way, wherein I ought to go. 9 Their Mouth vents nothing but Deceit, their Heart is set on Wrong; Their Throat is a devouring Grave; they flatter with their Tongue. 10 By their own Counsels let them fall, oppress'd with Loads of Sin; For they against thy righteous Laws have harden'd Rebels been. 11 But let all those who trust in thee, with Shouts their Joy proclaim; Let them rejoice, whom thou preserv'st, and all that love thy Name. 12 To righteous Men the righteous Lord, his Blessing will extend; And with his Favour all his Saints, as with a Shield, defend. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English

Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #9 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain, and spare a Wretch forlorn: Correct me not in thy fierce Wrath, too heavy to be borne. 2 Have Mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, unable to endure The Anguish of my aching Bones, which thou alone canst cure. 3 My tortur'd Flesh distracts my Mind, and fills my Soul with Grief: But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay to grant me thy Relief? 4 Thy wonted Goodness, Lord, repeat, and ease my troubled Soul: Lord, for thy wond'rous Mercies sake, vouchsafe to make me whole. 5 For after Death no more can I thy glorious Acts proclaim; No Pris'ner of the silent Grave can magnify thy Name. 6 Quite tir'd with Pain, with Groaning faint, no hope of Ease I see; The Night, that quiets common Griefs, is spent in Tears by me. 7 My Beauty fades, my Sight grows dim, my Eyes with Weakness close; Old Age o'ertakes me, whilst I think on my insulting Foes. 8 Depart, ye Wicked; in my Wrongs ye shall no more rejoice; for God, I find, accepts my Tears, and listens to my Voice. 9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble Pray'r, and they that wish my Fall, Shall blush and rage, to see that God protects me from them all. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

O Lord my God, since I have plac'd

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #11 (1754) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my God, since I have plac'd my Trust alone in thee, From all my Persecutors Rage, do thou deliver me. 2 To save me from my threat'ning Foe, Lord, interpose thy Pow'r; Lest, like a savage Lion, he my helpless Soul devour. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er against his Peace combine; Nay, if I have not spar'd his Life, who fought unjustly mine; 5 Let then to persecuting Foes, my Soul become a Prey; Let them to Earth tread down my Life, in Dust my Honour lay. 6 Arise, and let thine Anger, Lord, in my Defence engage; Exalt thyself above my Foes, and their insulting Rage: Awake, awake, in my Behalf the Judgment to dispense, Which thou hast righteously ordain'd for injur'd Innocence. 7 So to thy Throne adoring Crowds shall still for Justice fly: Oh! therefore for their Sakes, resume, thy Judgment-Seat on high. 8 Impartial Judge of all the World, I trust my Cause to thee; According to my just Deserts so let thy Sentence be. 9 Let wicked Arts and wicked Men, together be o'erthrown; But guard the Just, thou God, to whom the Hearts of both are known. 10, 11 God me protects; not only me, but all of upright Heart; And daily lays up Wrath for those who from his Laws depart. 12 If they persist, he whets his Sword, his Bow stands ready bent; 13 Ev'n now, with swift Destruction wing'd, his pointed Shafts are sent. 14 The Plots are fruitless, which my Foe unjustly did conceive: 15 The Pit he digg'd for me, has prov'd his own untimely Grave. 16 On his own Head his Spite returns, whilst I from Harm am free: On him the Violence is fall'n, which he design'd for me. 17 Therefore will I the righteous Ways of Providence proclaim; I'll sing the Praise of God most High, and celebrate his Name. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

O thou to whom all creatures bow

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #13 (1754) Lyrics: 1 O Thou, to whom all Creatures bow, within this earthly Frame, Thro' all the World how great art Thou! how glorious is thy Name! In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are sung, nor fully reckon'd there; 2 And yet Thou mak'st the Infant-Tongue thy boundless Praise declare. Thro' thee the Weak confound the Strong, and crush their haughty Foes; And so thou quell'st the wicked Throng that Thee and Thine oppose. 3 When Heav'n, thy beauteous Work on high, employs my wond'ring Sight; The Moon, that nightly rules the Sky, with Stars of feebler Light; 4 What's Man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st to keep him in thy Mind? Or what his Offspring, that thou prov'st To them so wond'rous kind? 5 Him next in Pow'r thou didst create to thy celestial Train; 6 Ordain'd with Dignity and State, o'er all thy Works to reign. 7 They jointly own his pow'rful Sway; the Beasts that prey or graze; 8 The Bird that wings its airy Way; the Fish that cuts the Seas. 9 O Thou to Whom all Creatures bow within this earthly frame, Thro' all the World how great art Thou! how glorious is Thy Name! Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English

To celebrate thy Praise, O Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #14 (1754) Lyrics: 1 To celebrate thy Praise, O Lord, I will my Heart prepare; To all the list'ning World thy Works, thy wond'rous Works, declare. 2 The Thought of them shall to my Soul exalted Pleasure bring; Whilst to thy Name, O thou most High, triumphant Praise I sing. 3 Thou mad'st my haughty Foes to turn their Backs in shameful Flight: Struck with thy Presence, down they fell; they perish'd at thy Sight. 4 Against insulting Foes advanc'd, thou didst my Cause maintain; My Right asserting from thy Throne, where Truth and Justice reign. 5 The Insolence of Heathen pride thou hast reduc'd to Shame; Their wicked offspring quite destroy'd, and blotted out their Name. 6 Mistaken Foes, your haughty Threats are to a period come: Our City stands, which you design'd to make our common Tomb. 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has his righteous Throne prepar'd; Impartial Justice to dispense, to punish or reward. 9 God is a constant sure Defence against oppressing Rage; As Troubles rise, his needful Aids in our Behalf engage. 10 All those who have his Goodness prov'd, will in his Truth confide; Whose Mercy ne'er forsook the Man that on his Help rely'd. 11 Sing Praises therefore to the Lord, from Sion his Abode; Proclaim his Deeds, till all the world confess no other God. Part II 12 When he Inquiry makes for Blood, he calls the poor to Mind; The injur'd humble Man's Complaint, redress from him shall find. 13 Take Pity on my Troubles, Lord, which spiteful Foes create, Thou that hast rescu'd me so oft from Death's devouring Gate. 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy Praise, to all that love thy Name; And with loud Shouts of grateful Joy thy saving Pow'r proclaim. 15 Deep in the Pit they digg'd for me the Heathen Pride is laid; Their guilty Feet to their own Snare insensibly betray'd. 16 Thus, by the just Returns he makes, the mighty Lord is known; While wicked Men by their own Plots are shamefully o'erthrown. 17 No single Sinner shall escape by Privacy obscur'd; Nor Nation, from his just Revenge, by Numbers be secru'd. 18 His suff'ring Saints, when most distress'd, he ne'er forgets to aid; Their Expectations shall be crown'd, tho' for a time delay'd. 19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy Pow'r, and let not man o'ercome; Descend to Judgment, and pronounce the guilty Heathens Doom. 20 Strike Terror thro' the Nations round, till, by consenting Fear, They to each other, and themselves, but mortal Men appear. Scripture: Psalm 9 Languages: English

Thy Presence why withdraw'st thou, Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #16 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Thy Presence why withdraw'st thou Lord? why hid'st thou now thy Face, When dismal Times of deep Distress call for thy wonted Grace? 2 The Wicked, swell'd with lawless Pride, have made the Poor their Prey; O let them fall by those Designs which they for others lay. 3 For strait they triumph, if Success their thriving Crimes attend; And sordid Wretches, whom God hates, perversly they commend. 4 To own a Pow'r aove themselves their haughty Pride disdains; And therefore in their stubborn Mind no Thought of God remains. 5 Oppressive Methods they pursue, and all their Foes they slight; Because thy Judgments unobserv'd are far above their Sight. 6 They fondly think their prosp'rous State shall unmolested be; they think their vain Designs shall thrive, from all Misfortune free. 7 Vain and deceitful is their Speech, with Curses fill'd, and Lies; By which the Mischief of their Heart they study to disguise. 8 Near public roads they lie conceal'd, and all their Art employ, The Innocent and Poor at once to rifle, and destroy. 9 Not Lions, couching in their Dens, surprise their heedless Prey With greater Cunning, or express more savage Rage, than they. 10 Sometimes they act the harmless Man, and modest Looks they wear; That, so deciev'd, the Poor may less their sudden Onset fear. Part II 11 For God, they think, no Notice takes of their unrighteous Deeds; He never minds the suff'ring Poor, nor their Oppression heeds. 12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise; stretch forth thy mighty Arm; And, by the Greatness of thy Pow'r, defend the Poor from Harm. 13 No longer let the Wicked vaunt, and proudly boasting, say, "Tush, God regards not what we do, "he never will repay." 14 But sure, thou seest, and all their Deeds impartially dost try: The Orphan, therefore, and the Poor, on thee for Aid rely. 15 Defenceless let the wicked fall, of all their Strength bereft; Confound, o God, their dark Designs, till no Remains are left. 15 Assert thy just Dominion, Lord, which shall for ever stand: Thou who the Heathen did'st expel from this thy chosen Land. 17 Thou dost the humble Suppliants hear, that to thy Throne repair; Thou first prepar'st their Hearts to pray, and then accept'st their Pray'r. 18 Thou, in thy righteous Judgment, weight'st the Fatherless and Poor; That so the Tyrants of the Earth may persecute no more. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English