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The Ten Commandments

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #465 (1767) Scripture: Exodus 20:1-17 First Line: God spake these Words, O Isr'el, hear Lyrics: 1 GOD spake these Words, O Isr'el, hear, What I shall now command; Thy LORD and only GOD am I, Who with Almighty Hand 2 From Egy't's Land, and from the House OfBondag set thee free; And therefore, Isr'el, thou shlat hve No other Gods but me. II 3 Thou shalt no graven Image make, Nor Likeness shalt thou feign, Of any Thing that Heav'n or Earth, Or watry Deeps contain. 4 Thou shalt not bow thyself to them, Nor outward Worship pay; Much less shalt thou in Heart adore, And to an Idol pray. 5 For I, thy GOD, a jealous GOD, The Father's Sins chastise, To third and fourth Descent, of all Who are my Enemies. 6 But Mercy do to Thousands shew, And bounteously repay, All those who me sincerely love, And my Commands obey. III 7 The sacred Name of GOD, thy LORD, Thou never shalt profane; For GOD will them not guiltless hold, Who take his Name in vain. IV 8 Remember thou the Sabbath-Day To keep with holy Care; Six Days for Labour thou shalt take; The seventh shalt revere. 9 The LORD thy GOD the seventh Day His Sabbath doth ordain; In which thou shalt from ev'ry Kind Of worldly Work refrain. 10 Thyself, thy Children, Servants then From Labour shall be free; Thy Cattle, and the Stranger whom Thou tak'st to dwell with thee. 11 For GOD thy LORD was pleas'd the Space Of six whole Days to take, The Heav'ns, the Earth and Seas, and all Therein contain'd, to make; 12 But rested on the seventh Day, Which for that Case he bless'd, And sanctifi'd it to be kpet A Day of holy Rest. V 13 Honour thy Parents, that thou may'st Both long and happy live, In that bless'd Land, which GOD thy LORD Did for thy Dwelling give. VI 14 Thou shalt not kill; avoid whate'er To Life would hurtful prove; To all Mankind thou shalt perform The Offices of Love. VII 15 Adult'ry thou shalt not commit, But keep thee chaste and clean; The Temples of the LORD must not Defiled be with Sin. VIII 16 Thou shalt not steal; detest all Fraud, And never seek by Wrong To take unto thyself, what to Another doth belong. IX 17 False Witness thou shalt never bear, Against another's Name. Hate Lies, love Truth, thou shalt defend, Thy Neighbour's honest Fame. X 18 Thou shalt not covet House, or Wife, Or Man, or Maid of his, Or Ox, or Ass, or aught whereof He rightful Owner is. 19 Have Mercy therefore on us, LORD< And all our Hearts incline, With Diligence and Care to keep Those righteous Laws of thine. Languages: English Tune Title: [God spake these Words, O Isr'el, hear]

How blest is he who ne'er consents to walk

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #I (1767) Scripture: Psalm 1 Lyrics: 1 How blest is he, who ne'er consents to walk By ill Advice nor dares to stand and talk In Sinners' Way, their Vice and Cause maintaining Nor sits with Scorners, Things divine profaning: But in GOD's sacred Law takes great Delight, Still reads by Day and meditates by Night. 2 Like some fair Tree, fix'd by the River's Side, Which bends with Fruit, and spreads its Foliage wide; So shall he flourish, Heav'n his Cause defending, And sweet Success his good Designs attending: In vain the Tempest strives to shake his Leaf, The Son of Joy breaks thro' the clouds of Grief. 3 Not to the Wicked; they no Root shall find, But fly like Chaff before the rapid Wind. The Lord hath not their evil Ways approved, Their Race shall therefore from the Earth be moved. They shall not stand in GOD's most holy Sight, Who only loves the Man that seeketh Right. 4 When GOD with Glory shall in Judgment come, A conscious Guilt shall strike the Sinner dumb; Nor to the Wicked will he grant a Station, Among the pure and righteous Congregation: The Ways of Justice, thus, to Bliss shall tend, Whilst Sinners' Paths must in their Ruin end. Topics: Description of Happiness of Man; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Languages: English Tune Title: [How blest is he, who ne'er consents to walk]

With ever restless, and ungovern'd Rage

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #II (1767) Scripture: Psalm 2 Lyrics: 1 With ever restless, and ungover'd Rage, Why are the Heathen ill Designs contriving? Why thus in rash and vain Attempts engage, Which they can ne'er complete, tho; boldly striving? The earnly Kings, in council close combined, Their utmost Pow'r, their various Forces bring; In Union join'd, in compact all designed, Against the LORD, and his anointed King. 2 "Must we submit," presumptuously they say, "And yield, obedient, whilst they keep us under? "No, let us cast their slavish Bands away. "Shake off their Chains, and break their Cords asunder.' But on his Throne the LORD in Glory seated, Knows their Intent, and sees how they combine; And while their bold Attempts are all defeated, Laughs them to Scorn, and mocks their vain Design. 3 His waken'd Wrath shall shake his guilty Foes, In great Displeasure he shall sore distress them; And thus while yet they dare hi Will oppose, The LORD himself in Thunder shall address them; "Tho' madly thus you have my Pow'r disowned, "Yet be assur'd, the King whom I ordain, "On Sion’s holy Hill shall sit enthroned, "And there securely shall for ever reign." 4 Let all attend and hear GOD's fixt Decree On which he made to me this Declaration, “Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee "This Day, be Sov'regin LORD of ev'ry Nation; “Ask, and receive, 'tis yielded to thy Pleasure; "The Heathen thine Inheritance shall be; "Lands far remote, whose Limits know no Measure, "Shall be eternally posses'd by thee. 5 "Thy awful threatning Sceptte thou shalt shake "O'er all the guilty Foes, and keep them under; "Just as the massy Bars of Iron break "The Potter’s weak and brittle Ware asunder." Learn then, ye Princes, hear with due Attention, And be ye wise, ye judges of the Earth; His sacred Name with humble Rev'rence mention, And joy before him with a godly Mirth. 6 Before the Son bow down with due Respect, Strive to appease him by a low Submission, Lest he in Wrath revenge the bold Neglect, And doom you, helpless, to a swift Perdition. If but in Part, his Anger be inflamed, What Mortal can the fatal stroke withstand? He soon shall see his daring Foes ashamed, And crush'd at once by his Almighty Hand. 7 Then blest are they, who on our GOD rely, With constant Hope on his strong Arm depending, Who humbly strive to serve the LORD most high, With grateful Hearts and Fervour never ending. Topics: Description of Duty of the Ministers of God's Word; Description of Fear and Service of the Lord; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Coming and Government; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Languages: English Tune Title: [With ever restless and ungoverned rage]

How many, Lord, there be

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #III (1767) Scripture: Psalm 3 Lyrics: 1 How many, Lord, there be, that strive to trouble me, My Peace of Mind destroying! And as their Numbers grow so does their Hatred too, In my Afflictions joying. They do my Soul upbraid, thought GOD himself's my Aid, Yet know they not to fear him; Insultingly they cry, let him on GOD rely, The LORD now more will hear him. 3 But thou art my Defence, my Hope and Confidence, In thee alone are placed; My glory thou shalt raise, and to thy endless Praise, My Foes shall be disgraced. When like Distress was nigh, my sad and mournful Cry, Was to the LORD addressed; And from his holy Hill, he did my Wish fulfill, And all my Wrongs redressed. 3 In thy Protection blest, secure I take my Rest, No kind of Danger fearing; When Morning gilds the Skies, refresh'd again I rise, Sweet Sleep my Spirit cheering. Not all my Foes combin'd, disturb my Peace of Mind, Their Rage shall ne'er confound me. To thee I lift my Voice, and in thy Strength rejoice, Tho' thousands should surround me. 4 Arise, O GOD, arise! Disperse those Enemies, That are my Life pursuing; Let thy Almighty Hand, their utmost Pow'r withstand, And guard me safe from Ruin. To GOD, who is my Song, Salvation doth belong; And they shall be defended; Who hat lift up on high, their supplicating Cry, And on the LORD depended. Topics: Description of Confidence of Believers in Dangers; Prayers When surrounded by Enemies Languages: English Tune Title: [How many, Lord, there be]

Have mercy, Lord, on me

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #IV (1767) Scripture: Psalm 4 Lyrics: 1 Have mercy, Lord on me, for thou my Judge shalt be, My Hopes in thee remaining, Oh! to my humble Pray'r bow down thy gracious Ear. Be thou my Cause sustaining; How long with vain Design, will ye my foes combine, In wrathful Indignation? How long destructive Lies maliciously devise, To blot my Reputation. 3 Consider that the Just, who place in God their Trust, Are still by him protected; The Lord my voice will hear, and grant my humble pray'r, Whene'er to him directed. Oh! stand ye then in Awe of his most sacred Law, Reflect with deep Contrition; Flee ev'ry Thing that's Ill, and humble to his Will, Your Hearts in low Submission. 3 Amidst thine anxious Cares, and Soul distressing Fears, To GOD pray without ceasing; Sue for his heav'nly Grace, and offer Righteousness, A Sacrifice well pleasing. While Sinners restless grow, more prosp'rous Times to know, In Discontent complaining; LORD, let thy Face divine, on me with Glory shine, Thy Mercy me sustaining. 4 So to my grateful Heart, thy Goodness shall impart, More true and lasting Pleasure Than theirs who seek to find their Joy and Peace of Mind, In Stores of worldly Treasure. With thy Protection blest, I'll teak my needful Rest, My Head in Peace reclining; Securely I'll repose, not fear, tho' all my Foes, Against me are combining. Topics: Description of Duty of the Ministers of God's Word; Description of Fear and Service of the Lord; Prayers When percecuted; Soul's Desire Of Believers Languages: English Tune Title: [Have mercy, Lord, on me]

Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #V (1767) Scripture: Psalm 5 Lyrics: 1 Lord, with thy wonted Mercy hear, The Voice of my Distress; To my complaint bow down then Ear, And all my Wrongs redress. To thee my King and God, I will direct my mournful Cry, Accept my secret Pray'r, For on thee alone rely. 2 Soon as the Morn with cheerful Light, Shall paint the floating Skies, To thee I will my Pray'r address; To thee my Voice shall rise: Ev'n when the early Dawn, Shall shoot abroad it's timed Ray, To thee i will look up, To thee my GOD, devoutly pray. 3 In Men to Folly still inclin'd, The LORD takes not Delight; Nor will permit the sinful wretch, To stand before his Sight. The Wrongs which I sustain, The GOD of Truth will not approve, Who from his holy Place, Will all Unrighteousness remove. 4 The stubborn Fool, who still with Scorn, Rejects his proffer'd Grace, He will reject with just Disdain, And banish from his Face; Those who unrighteous Things, Do still with wicked Hearts pursue, His Vengeance will not leave, To stand unpunish'd in his View. Part 2d: 5. The sland'ring Tongue, oh GOD of Truth! Thou surely wilt destroy; In lying Lips and faithless Hearts, Thy Spirit finds no Joy; So likewise dost thou hate, The Man who is to Blood inclin'd; And his deceitful Race, From thee shall no Protection find. 6 But when thy heav'nly Grace, shall me To thy blest courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing Eyes, And humbly there adore; Ev'n at thy Temple Gate, With constant Zeal I will attend, And thence my Pray'r direct, To GOD, on whom I still depend. 7 Conduct me by thy righteous Laws, To me in mercy show, That sacred path of Truth, oh Lord! In which I ought to go. My Foes stand watching round, In Hopes my sudden Fall to see; Oh guard my heedless Steps, And from their Snares deliver me. 8 Their Mouths vent nothing but Deceit, To Slander still inclin'd; Their wicked Hearts against my Life, Have treach'rously design'd; Their Throat is like a Grave, That ever yawning to devour; They flatter with their Tongue, And still exult in lawless Pow'r. 9 In their own Counsels let them fall, By Loads of Guilt opprest; And as they others would have wrong'd, So let them be distrest. For they against thy Laws, Have ever harden'd Rebels been, They daily thee provok'd, By still persisting in their Sin. 10 But let all those, who trust in thee, Shout with triumphant Joy; And all their Hours in Songs of praise, Delightfully employ. Let those whom thou preserv'st, Thy Goodness all abroad proclaim; And tell what Bliss awaits, Those who revere thy holy Name. 11 To righteous men, the bounteous LORD, His Blessing will impart; Protection he affords to all, Who have an upright Heart. The LORD to all his Saints, His Grace and Favour will extend; And from approaching Harm, Their Lives as with a Shield defend. Topics: Description of Hyprocisy; Prayers Of the Church Particularly of Believers when slandered; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, with thy wonted mercy hear]

Thy dreadful Anger, LORD, restrain

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #VI (1767) Scripture: Psalm 6 Lyrics: 1 Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain, Nor let thy Wrath on me remain, For 'tis not to be borne: Oh, spare a Wretch forlorn. Instead of Justice, which I fear, Let me the Voice of Mercy hear. Who can the Stroke withstand, Of thine afflicting Hand? 2 Have Mercy LORD! for I grow faint, Oh listen to my sad Complaint! And as thou know'st my Grief, Vouchsafe a kind Relief. The Anguish of my aking Bones, Extort from me continual Groans; And thou alone can'st cure, The Torments I endure. 3 My anxious Soul is troubled Sore, Do thou oh LORD, my Peace restore; My Heart within my Breast, Can find no solid Rest: But LORD how long must I sustain These heavy woes? how long complain? To me in Mercy turn, Nor let thine Anger burn. 4 Thy wonted Goodness, LORD, extend; To me thy kind Assistance lend, For my unequall'd Grief, Oh send some quick Relief. And for thy wond'rous Mercy's sake, On my Distress some Pity take; Vouchsafe to make me whole, And ease my trouble Soul. 5 For after Death I can no more, Thy loving Kindness, LORD, implore, No more in Anthems raise, My Voice to sing thy Praise; None in the dreary Tomb confin'd, Who hath his fleeting Breath resign'd, Can thy great Deeds proclaim, And magnify thy name. 6 With Groaning faint, and tir'd with Pain, I cease not loudly to complain; My Nights in Grief I spend, In Grief that knows no End. My Tears that never cease to flow, Are Marks of undissembled Woe; From Anguish never free, No Hope of Ease I see. 7 My Sight grows dim, my Beauty fades, Old Age my tott'ring Fram invades, My feeble Eyelids close; My soul no comfort knows, Whilst I with ever anxious Care, My angry Foes insulting hear, Who daily me annoy, And my distress enjoy. on my insulting Foes. 8 Depart, ye Wicked, far from me, Ye shall no more my Sorrows see, Nor with exulting Voice, In all my Wrongs rejoice. For GOD, I find accepts my Tears, The LORD will soon dispel my Fears, He hears when I implore And will my Strength restore. 9 The LORD at length vouchsafes to hear, My mournful Cry, and humble Pray'r; My Life he will retrieve, My Soul from Death relieve; And those who wish'd my Fall to see, Shall soon with Shame confounded be, And know, with humbled Pride, That GOD is on my Side. Topics: Prayers When sick; Prayers Of a Sinner to obtain Forgiveness of Sins; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Languages: English Tune Title: [Thy dreadful anger Lord restrain]

In thee, O LORD, my Hope I place

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #VII (1767) Scripture: Psalm 7 Lyrics: 1 In thee, O LORD! my Hope I place, Let not thy Servant meet Disgrace; From him who would my Ruin see, Do thou, my GOD, deliver me: 2 Lest like a Lion he devour My helpless Soul, with savage Pow'r, And plunge me into black Despair, If no Deliv'rer should appear. 3 LORD, if to Malice I incline, Or do against his Peace design; If I have e'er promoted Strive, Or practis'd aught aganist his Life; 4 Nay, if I have not oft restor'd My Foe, when he my Help implor'd, And spar'd his Life, and set him free, Ev'n tho' he persecuted me: 5 Then let mine Enemy pursue, And by his Strength my Life subdue; My soul to him become a Prey, And in the Dust mine Honour lay. 6 Arise, O LORD, thine Anger shew; Thy Vengeance turn against my Foe: In my Defence do thou engage, And punish with insulting Rage. 7 So, Crowds thy Goodness shall adore, And in Distress thy Aid implore: Then for their Sakes, do thou, O LORD! Resume thy Seat, and Help afford. 8 Thou who dost Justice still observe, According as I do deserve, So let thy righteous Sentence be; For I my Cause resign to thee. 9 Do thou root out and undermine All those, who wicked Arts design; But let the Just be ne'er o'erthrown; Thou GOD< to whom all Hearts are known. 10 In his Protection I confide, Who is my Safety and my Guide; The LORD not only takes my Part, But their's who have an upright Heart. 11 He daily lays up Wrath for those Who boldly dare his Pow'r oppose; Fro he's a righteous Judge, and will Severely punish ev'ry Ill. 12 He whets his Sword,, if they persist, Oh! who can his strong Arm resist? For them his Bow is raady bent, And charg'd with Death his Shafts are sent. 13 My Foe doth secret Plots prepare, And would my harmless Life ensnare; His base Intentions prove to be Falshood, Deceit and Treachery. 14 But all his Arts are try'd in vain; For he shall ne'er his Purpose gain: The Pit which he design'd for me, Shall sure his own Destruction be. 15 On his own Head his Spite returns; His Heart with constant Malice burns, To find himself within that Snare, Which for my Soul he did prepare. 16 Therefore to GOD I'll offer Praise, And still pursue his righteous Ways; His Providence I will proclaim, And celebrate his holy Name. Topics: Prayers Of the Church Particularly of Believers when slandered; Prayers When percecuted; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Languages: English Tune Title: [In thee, O Lord, my hope I place]

O LORD our GOD! how great art thou!

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #VIII (1767) Scripture: Psalm 8 Lyrics: 1 O LORD, our GOD! how great art thou! To whom all earthly Creatures bow; To thy unbounded Sway subjected: How great is through the World thy Fame! Oh! may thy ever glorious Name Be still, with Rev'rence due, respected. 2 In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are sung; The Angel's Voice and Cherub' Tongue, Are endless Songs for thee preparing: And yet thy Wisdom doth ordain, That Infants should in heav'nly Strain, Be still thy Praise with Joy declaring. 3 Through thee the weak confound the strong, And so thou quell'st the wicked Throng Who have in evil Ways persisted: Thy Pow'r shall crush thy haughty Foes, Who boldly dare thy Strength oppose, And have thy mighty Arm resisted. 4 When, in Amazement lost, I stand, And view the Wonders of thy Hand, The Heav'ns, thy holy Habitation; The radiant Moon, that rules the Night, And glitt'ring Stars of feebler Light, With all the Works of thy Creation; 5 LORD, what is Man! surpriz'd, I cry, That thou should'st thus his Wants supply, And take him under thy Protection! Or what his Offspring, prove so kind, To keep them ever in thy Mind, And guide them by thy sure Direction. Part II: 6 Him cloath'd with Pow'r thou didst create, And crown'd with Dignity and State, In high exalted Station placed; Ev'n next to thy caelestial Train; Thou gav'st him o'er all thy Works to reign. 7 For him the lowing Oxen toil, To make the Earth with Plenty smile, And give their Labours uncomplaining: The bleating Sheep their Fleeces yield: He rules the Creatures of the Field, And those in desart Wilds remaining. 8 To him thou hast in Mercy giv'n The Birds that mount the azure Heav'n, With out-stretch'd Wings the Air dividing: And all the Fish that thro' the Sea, Delight to cut their liquid Way, With glossy Fins for ever gliding. 9 O LORD, our LORD, how great art thou! Thou whom all earthly Creatures bow; To thy unbounded Sway subjected: How great is thro' the World thy Fame! Oh may thy ever glorious Name, Be still with Rev'rence due respected! Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation; Songs of Praise to God the coming of the Savior; Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, our God! how great art thou]

To celebrate thy Name, O LORD!

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #IX (1767) Scripture: Psalm 9 Lyrics: 1 To celebrate thy Name, O LORD! My Heart and Voice, in one Accord With grateful Joy, I will declare To Men thy Works, which wond'rous are. 2 Thy Thought of them to me shall bring Exalted Pleasure whilst I sing: My thankful Soul shall strive to raise, To thee, my GOD, triumphant Praise. 3 When those who did against me rise, Have fled with Shame, struck with Surprize, Terror shall seize them in their Flight; They fall and perish at thy Sight. 4 Against my Life they strove in vain; For thou didst still my Cause maintain; My Right asserting from thy Throne, Where Justice reigns, and Truth is known. 5 The Insolence of heathen Pride, O GOD of Truth, thou wilt deride; Their Offspring shall be low debas'd, Their Names with Infamy disgrac'd. Part II: 6 Mistaken Foes, your ill Design, Quite vanquish'd, now you must resign; Our City yet remains secure, Altho' you thought its Ruin sure. 7 For GOD, the LORD, entrhon'd on high, Is with impartial Justice nigh: His Judgment-Seat he hath prepar'd; As well to punish as reward. 8 There shall he sit in Righteousness, And ev'ry secret Wrong redress: His Anger will his Foes destroy, His Saints shall still his Smiles enjoy. 9 GOD is a constant sure Defence Against oppressing Insolence; And when our Foes exert their Rage, He will in our Behalf engage. 10 All those who have his Goodness known, Will look for Help to GOD alone; His Mercy never will neglect Those who his holy Name respect. Part III: 11 Oh join your Hearts in one Accord, From Sion's Hill bless ye the LORD: His Deeds throughout the World proclaim, 'Till all revere his holy Name. 12 When he Inquiry makes for Guilt! The Blood of Saints by Sinners spilt; He calls to Mind the Poor distress'd, And all their Wrongs are soon redress'd. 13 Then pity, LORD, my troubled State, Dispel the Grief my Foes create; Thou who dost oft my Pray'r attend, And in Distress Assistance lend. 14 That I in Zion may proclaim Thy Praise to all who love thy Name, And in loud Shouts of grateful Joy, My Heart and Tongue, and Voice employ. 15 Deep in the Pit design'd for me The Heathen Pride shall humbled be; Their Feet insensibly ensnar'd, where they my Ruin had prepar'd. 16 Thus, by his Judgments, GOD is known; All Nations must his Justice own; The Wicked he will low debase, And by their own Designs disgrace. 17 In Hell the Sinner shall be cast, Mid Torments which must ever last: None are by Privacy obscur'd; None shall by Numbers be secur'd. 18 His suff'ring Saints, when most distress'd, Are by his timely Aid redress'd; Tho' for a While in Sorrows drown'd, Their Hope shall with Success be crown'd, 19 Arise, O LORD! to Judgment come, Pronounce the guilty Heathen's Doom; Let not thy Foes thy Saints devour; But crush them by Almighty Pow'r. 20 Strike Terror through the Nations round; The heathen Pride, O LORD! confound; And let them by consenting Fear, No more than mortal Men appear. Topics: Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked; Thanksgivings For Victories Languages: English Tune Title: [To celebrate thy name, O Lord]