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Come, let us praise God's holy name

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CLIV (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Exodus 15:1-7 Lyrics: 1 Come, let us praise God's holy name, And thank him for his love and grace, Who to our help and rescue, came And put an end to our distress. 2 How greatly were we terrified, When we began to feel the rod; Death threat'ned us on ev'ry side, As the just punishments of god. 2 We were distress'd on every hand, Involv'd in all the depth of woes; When it appear'd, our guilty land Should be destroy'd by cruel foes. 4 But thanks be to our gracious Lord; Who freely will our sins forgive; Who gave us not our just reward, But spares us rebels, still to live. 5 God has restor'd our peace again, O may it never more depart: May we a greater peace obtain: The peace of God within our heart. Topics: Thanksgiving for Peace Languages: English

O Hark! unto the sounding bell

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #CLVI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Numbers 16:44-50 Lyrics: 1 O Hark! unto the sounding bell, What doth each stroke of tolling tell: 'Tis news to each attentive ear, Some one is fitted for the bier. 2 Since death is licens'd here to rage Without respect to any age; The hoary head, and youth in bloom, Depart to their eternal home. 3 Death with an uncontrolled force, Will take his way and have his course; Infectious air and pestilence, Are not repuls'd by man's defence. 4 They who had thought the world their own, Are with the meanest class cut down; Both King and Princes have to die, And lay their pow'rs and honours by. 5 This is our just reward indeed, What can we say, what an we plead? Were we not warn'd, and warn'd again; But all we heard, we heard in vain. 6 But now we feel, we learn to fear, God's threat'ned punishments are here; What can we do, but plead and pray, That God may turn his wrath away. Topics: Fast Day in time of Distress Languages: English

Blest is the man who shuns the place

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 1 Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man who shuns the place Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer’s seat: 2 But in the statutes of the Lord Has plac'd his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night. 3 [He like a plant of gen'rous kind, By living waters set, Safe from the storms and blasting wind, Enjoys a peaceful state.] 4 Green as the leaf and ever fair, Shall his profession shine, While fruits of holiness appear Like clusters on the vine. 5 Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff before the storm. 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Among the sons of grace, When Christ the judge at his right hand Appoints his saints a place. 7 His eye beholds the path they tread, His heart approves it well; But crooked ways of sinners lead Down to the gates of hell. Topics: The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked Languages: English

Why did the nations join to slay

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 2 Lyrics: 1 Why did the nations join to slay The Lord’s anointed Son? Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down? 2 The Lord that sits above the skies, Derides their rage below, He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through. 3 “I call him my eternal Son, "And raise him from the dead! "I make my holy hill his throne, "And wide his kingdom spread. 4 "Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmost heathen lands: "Thy rod of iron shall destroy "The rebel that withstands." 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Obey th’anointed Lord, Adore the King of heavenly birth, And tremble at his Word. 6 With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die: Those are secure, and those alone, Who on his grace rely. Topics: Christ's Death and Resurrection Languages: English

My God how many are my fears?

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.III (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 3 Lyrics: 1 My God how many are my fears? How fast my foes increase? Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 2 Thy lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven, And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory, and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread. Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from your holy hill He bow'd a list'ning ear; I call'd my Father and my God, And he subdu'd my fear. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wonder'd at the grace That guarded my repose] 6 What tho' the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood: Terrors no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I in glory sing; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, And death has lost his sting. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs, His arm alone can save; Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Topics: A Morning Psalm Languages: English

Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray!

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.IV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 4 Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray! I am forever thine; I fear before thee all the day, Nor would I dare to sin. 2 And while I rest my weary head, From cares and business free, ’Tis sweet conversing on my bed, With my own heart and thee. 3 I pay this evening sacrifice: And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace, I’ll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, And will my slumbers keep. Topics: An Evening Psalm Languages: English

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.V (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 5 Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee I will direct my pray'r, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the heav'ns where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, to taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may the spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness, Make every path of duty strait And plain before my face. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design, To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy: While those that in thy mercy trust, For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Topics: For the Lord's Day Morning Languages: English

In anger, Lord, do not chastise

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.VI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 6 Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans; And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word, Restores our fainting breath; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Topics: Complaint in Sickness Languages: English

My trust is in my heav'nly friend

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.VII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 7 Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heav'nly friend, My hope in thee my God; Rise and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they, My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. 3 If I my pride provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and pow'r control; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my soul. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th’upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way: Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. Topics: God's Care of his People, and Punishments of Persecutors Languages: English

O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.VIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 8 Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! Let glories of thy heav'nly state Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold your works on high, The moon that rules the night, The shining stars that grace the sky, Those moving worlds of light. 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou should'st visit him with grace, And love my nature so? 4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than the angels are, To save a dying worm? 5 Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Behold obedient nature own, His Godhead and his pow'r. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish at his command Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 These lesser glories of the Son, Shone through the fleshy cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God. 8 Let him with majesty be crown'd, Who bow'd his head to death; And his eternal honours found, From all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Topics: Christ's Condescension and Glorification Languages: English

With my whole heart I'll raise my song

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.IX.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 9:1-5 Lyrics: 1 With my whole heart I’ll raise my song, Thy wonders I’ll proclaim; Thou sov'reign judge of right and wrong Wilt put my foes to shame. 2 I’ll sing thy majesty and grace; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness, And make his vengeance known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor oppress'd; To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. 4 The men that know Thy name will trust In thy abundant grace; For thou hast ne’er forsook the just, Who humbly seek thy face. 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion’s Hill, Who executes his threat'ning word, Whose works his grace fulfil. Topics: Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment Seat Languages: English

When the great Judge, supreme and just

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.IX.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 9:6-13 Lyrics: 1 When the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once inquire for blood; The humble souls that mourn in dust Shall find a faithful God. 2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise; In Zion’s gates with cheerful breath, They sing their Father’s praise. 3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet, Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread. 4. Thus by thy judgment, mighty God, Are thy deep counsels known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Though saints to sore distress are brought, And wait, and long complain, Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. 7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confess, that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] Topics: The Wisdom and Equity of Providence Languages: English

Why doth the Lord depart so far

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.X (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 10 Lyrics: 1 Why doth the Lord depart so far, And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, and times of deep distress? 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and the laws? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And slight their righteous cause? 3 They cast thy judgments from their sight And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand, When God ascends on high. 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say with foolish pride, The God of heav'n will ne'er engage To fight on Zion's side? 6 But thou for ever art our Lord; And pow'rful is thine hand, As when the Heathens felt thy sword, And perish'd from thy land. 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear; Accept the vows thy children pay, And free thy saints from fear. 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess, They are but earth and dust. Topics: Prayer heard, and Saints saved Languages: English

My refuge is the God of love

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 11 Lyrics: 1 My refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry, Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly? 2 If government be all destroy'd, (This firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heav’n has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below: To him all mortal things are known; His eye-lids search our spirits through. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His soul abhors their wicked ways. 5 On impious wretches he shall rain Sulphurous flames of wasting death, Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom, with his angry breath. 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls Whose thoughts and actions are sincere, And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. Topics: God loves the Righteous, and hates the Wicked Languages: English

Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 12 Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail, Religion loses ground! The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, Yet act the flatterer’s part; With fair, deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, They scorn our faithful word: "Are not our lips our own," they cry, "And who shall be our Lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on ev'ry side, Where a vile race of men Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride, And bears the sword in vain. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold,; When faith is rarely to be found, And love is waxing cold: 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on! Hast thou not given this sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? 7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, "And make oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free" 8 Thy word, like silver sev’n times try'd, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Topics: Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners Languages: English

How long wilt thou conceal thy face?

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XIII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 13 Lyrics: 1 How long wilt thou conceal Thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav’nly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control And ease my raging pain. 3 See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around mine eyes, And throws his fiery darts. 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death’s eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold, the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay. 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look, And hears thy voice with dread. 7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace Whence all my comforts spring: I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing. Topics: Complaint under the Temptation of the Devil Languages: English

Are sinners now so senseless grown

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XIV.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 14 Lyrics: 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful pow'r? 2 Great God, appear to their surprise; Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust; Great God, confound their pride. 4 O that the joyful day were come To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. Topics: The Folly of Persecutors Languages: English

Fools, in their hearts believe and say

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XIV.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 14:1-6 Lyrics: 1 Fools, in their hearts believe and say, "That all religion’s vain, "There is no God that reigns on high, "Or minds th’affairs of men." 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane, Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. 3 The Lord, from his celestial throne Look'd down on things below, To find the man that sought his grace, Or did his justice know. 4 By nature all are gone astray, Their practice all the same; There’s none that fears his Maker’s hand, There’s none that loves his name. 5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease; How swift to mischief are their feet: Nor know the paths of peace. 6 Such seeds of sin (that bitter root) In ev'ry heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 'Till grace refine the ground. Topics: By Nature all men are Sinners Languages: English

Who shall inhabit in thy hill

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XV (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 15 Lyrics: 1 Who shall inhabit in thy hill, O God of holiness? Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace. 2 The man that walks in pious ways, And works with righteous hands; That trusts his Maker’s promis'd grace, And follows his commands. 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report, Nor do his neighbour wrong. 4 The wealthy sinner he contemns, Loves all that fear the Lord; And tho' to his own hurt he swears, Still he performs his word. 5 His hands disdain a golden bribe, And never wrong the poor; This man shall dwell with God on earth, And find his heav’n secure. Topics: Character of a Saint Languages: English

Preserve me, Lord, in time of need

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XVI.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 16:1-4 Lyrics: 1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need; For succor to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead: My goodness cannot reach to thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make thee blest, Nor add new glories to thy name. 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know. 4 Let others choose the songs of mirth To give a relish to their wine; I love the men of heav’nly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine. Topics: Confession of our Poverty; and, Saints in the best Company Languages: English

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