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Virgin-born, we bow before thee

Author: Reginald Heber (1783-1826) Meter: Irregular Appears in 31 hymnals Matching Instances: 7 Lyrics: 1 Virgin-born, we bow before thee; blessèd was the womb that bore thee; Mary, mother meek and mild, blessèd was she in her child. 2 Blessèd was the breast that fed thee; blessèd was the hand that led thee; blessèd was the parent's eye that watched thy slumbering infancy. 3 Blessèd she by all creation, who brought forth the world's Salvation, blessèd they for ever blest, who love thee most and serve thee best. 4 Virgin-born we bow before thee; blessèd was the womb that bore thee; Mary, mother meek and mild, blessèd was she in her child. Topics: Blessed Virgin Mary; Blessing; Church Year Christmas; Mary; The First Sunday of Christmas Year A Scripture: Luke 2:39-40 Used With Tune: MON DIEU, PRÊRE-MOI L'OREILLE

To My Humble Supplication

Author: Joseph Bryan Meter: 8.8.7.7 Appears in 13 hymnals Matching Instances: 5 Lyrics: 1 To my humble supplication, Lord, give ear and acceptation; Save Thy servant, who doth own Help and hope in Thee alone. 2 Heavenly Tutor, of Thy kindness, Teach my dullness, guide my blindness, That my steps Thy paths may tread, Which to endless bliss do lead. Amen. Topics: Service Music Choral Prayers Used With Tune: MON DIEU, PRÊTE-MOI L'OREILLE

Hear My Cry, O God, and Save Me! (Psalm 77)

Author: Michael Morgan Meter: 8.8.7.7 D Appears in 3 hymnals Matching Instances: 3 First Line: Hear my cry, O God, and save me! Topics: Healing; Lament; Sovereignty of God Scripture: Psalm 77 Used With Tune: GENEVAN 77

I Cried Out to God

Author: Helen Otte Meter: 8.8.7.7 D Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 First Line: I cried out to God to help me Topics: Affliction; Comfort; Despair; Distress; Doubt; Mercy; Peoples; Strength; Stress Scripture: Psalm 77 Used With Tune: GENEVAN 77

In My Grievous Tribulation

Author: Rev. William Kuipers Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 2 Topics: Prayer in Afflictions; Backsliding; Doubt; Faithfulness of God; Holiness Of God; Revival Scripture: Psalm 77 Used With Tune: REMEMBRANCE

Az Istenhez az én szómat

Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Scripture: Psalm 77 Used With Tune: [Az Istenhez az én szómat]

How long shall thy fierce Anger burn

Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 How long shall thy fierce Anger burn, LORD, wilt thou never more return? How long withdraw thy Face, From us thy chosen Race? Think on the Tribes thou hast redeem'd, On Sion's Mount, by thee esteem'd, The Land that is thine own, Where once thy Glory shone. 2 Lift up thy Feet, and them destroy, Who would thy holy Place annoy; For where thy Servants pray, Their Banners they display, Amidst the Work the Artists wrought, And to such great Perfection brought; They dreadful Havock make, And with their Hammers break. 3 Thy holy Church they burnt with Flame, Tho' consecrated to thy Name; Thine House they did surround, And level to the Ground. Thy Tokens, LORD, no me see; Our Prophets from Destruction flee, Nor dost thou let us know, The End of this our Woe. and what escap'd the Flame, Has been profan'd, and quite defac'd, Part II 4 But, LORD, how long must we submit? How long, O GOD, wilt thou permit, Th'insulting foe to boast; And shall thy Name be lost? Why dost thou on thy patient Breast, Let thy Right-Hand so calmly rest, When Vengeance should o'erthrow. The bold insulting Foe. 5 Thou, as our King, hast often fought, And for us great Deliv'rance wrought; Thou didst the Sea divide, And quell the Monster's Pride. Resistless Pow'r thou didst employ, The fierce Leviathan destroy. Then vanquish'd let him lay, To savage Beasts a Prey. 5 The solid Rock thou didst divide, And soon gush'd out the cooling Tide, And Waters ceas'd to flow, To let thy People go. Thou didst create both Day and Night, The Sun and every feebler Light; The Summer's sultry Shine, And Winter's Cold are thine. Part III 7 Remember, LORD, thy People's Shame, How foolish Men blaspheme thy Name, Thy Turtle-Dove restore, Nor quite forget the Poor. LORD, make thy atient Promise good; The Land is fill'd with men of Blood: Cloath not the Poor with Shame, But let them bless thy Name. 8 Arise, O GOD! thy Cause maintain, For Fools each Day thy Name profane; Thy daring Foes encrease, Make thou their Triumphs cease. Topics: Prayers Of the Church for her Deliverance in Persecution Scripture: Psalm 74 Used With Tune: [How long shall thy fierce Anger burn]

My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me

Appears in 2 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 My GOD! my GOD! why leavst thou me, When I with Anguish call on thee? Why dost thou me neglect, And my loud Pray'r reject? All Day, but all the day in vain, To thee, O LORD, do I complain: All Night have I implor'd Thy Help to me restor'd. 3 Yet thou, O LORD, art ever just, Relieving those, who in thee trust; Therefore shalt Israel raise To thee, continual Praise: On Thee our Ancestors rely'd, And in thy Strength their Foes defy'd; To thee their Pray'rs address'd, And with Success were bless'd. of Innocence oppress'd; 3 Thy sure Deliv'rance, LORD, they found, When Dangers gather'd thickest round; Thine Ears their Cries receiv'd, And they were soon reliev'd; But I, like none of human Birth, Am made the scoffing Rabble's Mirth; Ev'n like a Reptile base, They hold me in Disgrace. Part II 4 My Agonies, the gazing Crowd, Survey with Scorn and Laughter loud, They mock whilst I complain, And thus my Woes disdain: "He boasted, he was Heav'n's Delight, "Let GOD relieve his Favourite; "Let him Assistance send, "His Servant to defend. 5 But thou didst from my Mother's Womb, Make me a living Offspring come; Thy Care thou didst extend, Me helpless to defend: My Youth thou didst from Danger shield, And Guardian-like Protection yield; In thee I will confide, For thou wert still my Guide. 6 Withdraw not then, O GOD, Most high! Thy Aid, when Trouble is so nigh: Do thou that Help extend, On which I still depend. High-pamper'd Bulls, a frowning Throng, From Basan's Forest, fierce and strong, Prepare with growing Rage, Against me to engage. 7 They gape on me, and to my Fears, Each Mouth, a yawning Grave appears; Wide open to devour My Soul, when in their Pow'r: The desart Lion's savage Roar, Could not increase my Horrors more. In Compact close combin'd, They have my Fall design'd. Part III 8 My Joints are rack'd, and out of Frame; My Heart like Wax before the Flame. Within my Bosom glows; My Blood like Water flows: My Strength is parch'd' like Potter's Clay, My fault'ring Tongue forgets to play; My Soul all Hope resigns, And to the Grave declines. 9 Like Blood-hounds, they assembled round, My harmless Hands and Feet they wound; And through my constant Pain, I languish and complain; That all my Bones may well be told; Yet this as Pastime they behold. And still their Pleasure shew, At each Increase of Woe. 10 As Spoil, my Garments they divide: By Lots their Portions they decide; Therefore thy Arm extend, And kind Protection send. From their sharp Sword defend thou me, And let my Life from Danger free; Nor leave my Soul o'erpower'd, By Dogs to be devour'd. 11 To me, O GOD! Assistance send, My Life from Lions fierce defend; As once thy Strength prevail'd, When Unicorns assail'd, Then to my Brethren I'll proclaim The Triumphs of thy holy Name; And to the Saints repair, Thy Glory to declare. 12 "Praise ye the LORD in Songs divine, "Ye num'rous Race of Israel's Line; "To him with Fervour pray, "And low Obeisance pay: "His People he hath ne'er disdain'd, "Or turn'd his Face when they complain'd; "But to their humble Pray'r, "Doth lend a gracious Ear. 13 Thus in thy Courts, thy Name I'll bless, And in loud Songs my Thanks express; And to thy Saints declare, Thy providential Care. The meek Companions of my Grief, Shall at my Table find Relief; And all who seek thy Face, Shall find refreshing Grace. 14 Then shall the World their Homage pay, To GOD, and his Commands obey; His Pow'r they shall confess, And Pray'rs to him address. From Kings Submission to receive, In his supreme Prerogative, Who doth the Worlds sustain; And over all Things reign. 15 The Rich his Bounty must confess, The Poor their gen'rous Patron bless; To him they all resort, For Succour and Support: Then shall a Race exalt his Name, And to their Heirs his Truth proclaim, "Till Heav'n and Earth combin'd, Are all to GOD resign'd. Topics: Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Scripture: Psalm 22 Used With Tune: [My God! my God! why leav'st thou me]

Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll

Appears in 1 hymnal Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll, And press to overwhelm my Soul; In the deep Mire I tread, And Waves o'erflow my Head. With constant Cries my Spirits faint, My Voice is hoarse with long Complaint; My Sight with Pain decays, Whilst GOD his Help delays. 2 My Hairs, tho' num'rous, are but few, Compar'd with Foes that me pursue And strive with lawless Might, To execute their Spite, Thy force me, guiltless, to resign, As Rapine, what by Right was mine. But thou my Wrongs dost see, My Sins are known to thee. 3 LORD, GOD of Hosts, take timely Care, Lest for my sake thy Saints despair; Since I have for thy Name. Endur'd Reproach and Shame. A Stranger to my Country grown, And to my Kindred quite unknown; Those of my Mother born, Are treating me with Scorn. 4 For Zeal to thy lov'd House and Name, Consumes me, like devouring Flame; Vex'd at their Slights of thee, More than their Scorn of me. My very Tears and Abstinence. They construe in spiteful Sense; When Mourning for their Sake, Their Mocks at me they make. 5 Their Judges make my Wrongs their Jest, Those Wrongs they ought to have redress'd; Drunkards my Sorrows see, And make their Songs on me. But, LORD! to thee I will repair For Help, with humble timely Pray'r, O from thy boundless Store: Display thy Truth and Pow'r. 6 From threat'ning Dangers me relieve, And from the Mire my Feet retrieve, My Soul in Safety keep, And snatch me from the Deep; Controul the Deluge e'er it spread, And roll it's Waves around my Head; And from th'expecting Grave, My Soul in Mercy save. 7 LORD, hear the humble Pray'r I make, For thy transcending Goodness Sake; And from thy Mercy's Store, Relieve my Soul once more Nor from thy Servant hide thy Face, Make Haste, for desp'rate is my Case; Thy Succour interpose, And shield me from my Foes. 8 Thou know'st what Infamy and Scorn I from my Enemies have borne; Nor can their secret Spite, Or Plots escape thy Sight. Reproach and Grief have broke my Heart: I look'd for some to take my Part, But look'd, alas! in vain, None would relieve my Pain. 9 With Hunger faint, for Food I call; Instead of Food, they give me Gall, And Vinegar to drink, Whene'er my Spirits sink, The Tables therefore they prepare, Shall prove to them a fatal Snare; Darkness shall seize their Eyes, And sudden Fears surprize. 10 On them thou shalt thy Fury pour, 'Till thy fierce Wrath their Race devour, And make their House a Cell, Where none will dare to dwell; For new Afflictions they procur'd For him who had thy Stripes endur'd; And with a sharper Scorn, Thy tender Hearts have torn. 11 Sin shall to Sin their Steps betray, 'Till they to Truth have lost the Way; Their Souls shall Ruin see, Nor with the Righteous be. But me, how'er distrest and poor, Thy strong Salvation shall restore; Thy Pow'r I will proclaim, And celebrate thy Name. 12 Our GOD shall this more highly prize, Than Herds or Flocks in Sacrifice; And Saints shall hope to see, The like Redress with me. For GOD regards the Poor's Complaint, Sets Pris'ners free from close Restraint; And Heav'n and Earth shall raise, Their voice to sound his Praise. 13 For GOD will Sion's Walls erect, Fair Judah's Cities he'll protect, 'Till all her Sons repair And gain Possession there. This Blessing they shall at their Death, To their religious Heirs bequeath; And GOD shall sure restore, Those who his Name adore. Topics: Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 69 Used With Tune: [Save me, O God, from Floods that roll]

Thy chast'ning wrath, O LORD, restrain

Appears in 24 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Thy chast'ning Wrath, O Lord, restrain, Though I deserve it all; Nor let on me the Storm Of thy Displeasure fall. In ev'ry wretched Part of me I feel thy Arrows deep remain; Thy Hand's afflicting Weight, I can no more sustain. 2 My Flesh is one continued Wound, Because thy Wrath so fiercely glows; Betwixt my Pain and Guilt, My Bones have no Repose: My Sins, which to a Deluge swell, My sinking Head almost o'erflow; And for my Strength to bear, Too great a Burden grow. 3 Stench and Corruption fill my Wounds, My foul Offences just Return; In Trouble I am brought, And all Day long I mourn. A loath'd Disease afflicts my Loins, Infecting ev'ry inward Part; And constantly I groan, Through Anguish of my Heart. Part II 4 But, LORD, before thy searching Eyes, All my Desires must sure appear; My Groans have been too loud, Not to have reach'd thine Ear. My Heart's oppress'd, my Strength decay'd, My feeble Eyes depriv'd of Light: My Friends and Kinsmen gaze On such a dismal Sight. 5 Mean while, the Foes that seek my Life, Their secret Snares to take me set; And all the Day contrive To forge some new Deceit. But I, as if both deaf and dumb, Nor heard, nor once reply'd, Like one whose silent Tongue By conscious Guilt is ty'd. 6 For LORD! to thee, I do appeal, My clouded Innocence to clear; For Thou, the righteous GOD, My injur'd Cause wilt hear. "Hear me, said I, lest my proud Foes, "A spiteful Triumph should display; "If they should see my Foot, "But once to go astray. 7 Lo! with continual Grief oppress'd, To sink, I must at length begin; To thee I will confess, To Thee bewail my Sin: But whilst I languish, my proud Foes, Still of their Strength and Vigour boast; And they, who trouble me Are grown a dreadful Host. 8 Ev'n they whom I oblig'd, return My loving Kindness with Despite; And hate me, but because, I chuse the Path that's right. Forsake me not, oh LORD my GOD! Nor from me, in Distress, depart; Haste thou to my Relief, Who my Salvation art. Topics: Prayers When sick; Prayers Of a Sinner to obtain Forgiveness of Sins Scripture: Psalm 38 Used With Tune: [Thy chast'ning Wrath, O Lord, restrain]