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Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship. (45th ed.) #583 (1848) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship. (45th ed.) Languages: English

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Author: Watts Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship. 16th ed. #583 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship. 16th ed. Languages: English

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Cantica Laudis #d110 (1850) Hymnal Title: Cantica Laudis Languages: English

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Hymnal: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony #WP102a (1817) Hymnal Title: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony Languages: English

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CII.I (1816) Hymnal Title: Church Hymn Book Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dri'd, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. 4 As on some lonely building’s top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. 5 My soul is like a wilderness Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And where the screaming owl. 6 Dark, dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes grows Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord ’twas thy hand advanced me high Thy hand hath cast me down. 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; And life’s declining light Grows faint as ev'ning shadows are That vanish into night. 10 But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th’appointed hour of grace, That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Topics: A Prayer for the Afflicted Scripture: Psalm 102:1-12 Languages: English

Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #d399 (1833) Hymnal Title: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs Languages: English

Hear me, O God! nor hide thy face

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P102d (1847) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist Languages: English

A Prayer for the Afflicted

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P102d (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Languages: English