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The Fall and Recovery of Man: Or, Christ and Satan at enmity

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #H.XVII (1785) Scripture: Genesis 3:1 First Line: Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell Lyrics: 1 Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell, Adam, our head, our father, fell; His unborn race receiv'd the wound, And heavy curses smote the ground. 2 Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord — But satan found a worse reward; "Let everlasting hatred be "Betwixt the woman's seed and thee. 3 "The woman's seed shall be my Son; "He shall destroy what thou hast done — "Shall break thy head — and only feel "Thy malice raging at his heel." 4 He spake — and bade four thousand years Roll on — at length his Son appears; Angels, with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth. 5 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies! But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies, He gave their prince a fatal blow, And triumph'd o'er the powers below. Languages: English

Children devoted to God

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #H.XXIII (1785) Scripture: Genesis 17:7 First Line: Thus saith the mercy of the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the mercy of the Lord, "I'll be a God to thee; "I'll bless thy numerous race — and they "Shall be a seed for me." 2 Abra'm believ'd the promis'd grace, And gave his sons to God; But water seals the blessing now, That once was seal'd with blood. 3 Thus Lydia sanctify'd her house, When she receiv'd the word; Thus the believing jailor gave This houshold to the Lord. 4 Thus later saints, eternal king, Thine ancient truth embrace; To thee their infant offspring bring, And humbly claim the grace. Languages: English

Submission and Deliverance

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #H.XXV (1785) Scripture: Genesis 22:6 First Line: Saints, at your heavenly Father's word Lyrics: 1 Saints, at your heavenly Father's word, Give up your honours to the Lord; He shall restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 So Abra'm with obedient hand, Led forth his son at God's command; The wood, the fire, the knife, he took, His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke. 3 "Abra'm, forbear, the angel cry'd, "Thy faith is known, thy love is try'd; "Thy son shall live — and in thy race "Shall all the nations learn my grace." 4 Just in the last distressing hour Tie Lord displays delivering power; The mount of danger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace. Languages: English

Submission to afflictive providences

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #H.III (1785) Scripture: Job 1:21 First Line: Naked as from the earth we came Lyrics: 1 Naked, as from the earth we came, And rose to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon. 3 'Tis GOD that lifts our comforts high Or sinks them in the grave; He gives, and (blessed be his name!) He takes but what he gave. 4 Peace, all our angry passions then; Let each rebellious sigh, Be silent at his sovereign will, And every murmur die. 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread, And we'll adore the justice too, That strikes our comforts dead. Languages: English

The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #Ia (1785) Scripture: Psalm 1 First Line: Blest is the man who shuns the place 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 generous 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 judgement 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. Languages: English

The Saint happy, the Sinner miserable

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #Ib (1785) Scripture: Psalm 1 First Line: The man is ever blest Lyrics: 1 The man is ever blest, Who shuns the sinners' ways, Among their councils never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place: 2 But makes the law of GOD His study and delight, Amidst the labours of the day, And watches of the night. 3 He like a tree shall thrive, With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live, His works are heavenly fruit. 4 Not so th' ungoldy race, They no such blessings find: Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff Before the driving wind. 5 How will they bear to stand Before that judgement seat, Where all the saints at Christ's right-hand In full assembly meet? 6 He knows and he approves The ways the righteous go: But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow. Languages: English

The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #Ic (1785) Scripture: Psalm 1 First Line: Happy the man, whose cautious feet Lyrics: 1 Happy the man, whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go, Who hates the place where Atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning-light Among the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure pond'ring o'er the word. 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; And heaven will shine with kindest beams, On ev'ry work his hands begin. 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd; As chaff before the tempest flies; So shall their hopes be blown and lost, When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand In judgment with the pious race; The dreadful Judge with stern command Divides him to a different place. 6 "Strait is the way my saints have trod, "I bless'd the path, and drew it plain; "But you would chuse the crooked road; "And down it leads to endless pain. Languages: English

Christ Dying, Rising, Interceding, and Reignings

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #IIa (1785) Scripture: Psalm 2 First Line: Maker and Sovereign Lord Lyrics: 1 [Maker and Sovereign Lord Of heaven and earth and seas, Thy providence confirms thy word, And answers thy decrees. 2 The things so long foretold By David are fulfill'd; When Jews and Gentiles join'd to slay Jesus, thine holy Child.] 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews, with one accord Join all their councils to destroy Th' Anointed of the Lord? 4 Rulers and kings agree To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite, Against his Christ they join. 5 The Lord derides their rage, And will support his throne; He that hath rais'd him from the dead, Hath own'd him for his Son. Pause. 6 Now he's ascended high, To rule the subject earth; The merit of his blood he pleads, And pleads his heav'nly birth. 7 Beneath his sovereign sway The Gentile nations bend; Far as the world's remotest bounds, His kingdom shall extend. 8 The nations that rebel, Must feel his iron rod; He'll vindicate those honours well Which he receiv'd from God. 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now, And worship at his throne; With trembling joy, ye people bow, To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arise, Ye perish on the place; Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.] Languages: English

Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #IIc (1785) Scripture: Psalm 2 First Line: Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? Lyrics: 1 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? The Romans, why their swords employ? Against the Lord their powers engage, His dear Anointed to destroy? 2 "Come, let us break his bands, they say, "This man shall never give us laws;" And thus they cast his yoke away, And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. 3 But GOD, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He'll smite their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. 4 "I will maintain the King I made "On Zion's everlasting hill, "My hand shall bring him from the dead, "And he shall stand your Sovereign still. 5 [His wond'rous rising from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known; The Lord declares his heavenly birth: "This day have I begot my Son. 6 "Ascend, my Son, to my right-hand, "There thou shalt ask, and I bestow "The utmost bounds of heathen lands; "To thee their suppliant tribes shall bow."] 7 But nations that resist his grace Shall fall beneath his lifted rod; His arm shall crush the impious race, That dares provoke th' avenging GOD. Pause. 8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones, Be wise, and serve the Lord the Lamb: Now to his feet submit your crowns, Rejoice and tremble at his name. 9 With humble love address the Son, Lest he grow angry, and ye die; His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, His love gives life above the sky. 10 His storms shall quell the stubborn foe, And sink his honours in the dust: Happy the souls, their God that know, And make his grace their only trust. Languages: English

Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #IIIa (1785) Scripture: Psalm 3 First Line: My God, how many are my fears? 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 threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening ear; I call'd my Father, and my GOD, And he subdued 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 thy 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. Languages: English

A Morning Psalm

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #IIIb (1785) Scripture: Psalm 3:1-5 First Line: O Lord, how many are my foes Lyrics: 1 O Lord, how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood? My peace they daily discompose, But my defence and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I rais'd an evening cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid I laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustain'd me all the night; Salvation doth to God belong: He rais'd my Head to see the light, And makes his praise my morning song. Languages: English

Hearing of Prayer; or GOD our Portion, and Christ our Hope

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #IVa (1785) Scripture: Psalm 4:1-4 First Line: O God of grace and righteousness Lyrics: 1 O God of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain: Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviours name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears and pities their complaints, For the dear sake of Christ that died. 4 When our obedient bands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. 5 Let the unthinking Many say, "Who will bestow some earthly good? But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food. 6 Then shall my chearful powers rejoice At grace divine, and love so great; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boasted state. Languages: English

An Evening Hymn

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #IVb (1785) Scripture: Psalm 4:3-5 First Line: Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray; I am for ever 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 ev'ning 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. Languages: English

For the Lord's Day Morning

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #V (1785) Scripture: Psalm 5 First Line: Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills 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 thy Spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty strait And plain before my face. Pause. 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. Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #VIa (1785) Scripture: Psalm 6 First Line: In Anger, Lord, do not chastise 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. Languages: English

Temptations in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #VIb (1785) Scripture: Psalm 6 First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty GOD, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and chear my heart. Languages: English

God's Care of his People, and Punishment of Persecutors

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #VII (1785) Scripture: Psalm 7 First Line: My trust is in my heavenly Friend Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly 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 e'er 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 power control; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my soul. Pause. 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 spight. 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. Languages: English

God's Sovereignty and Goodness; and Man's Dominion over the Creatures

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #VIIIa (1785) Scripture: Psalm 8 First Line: O Lord, our heavenly King Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies: 3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, A-kin to dust and worms? 4 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love him so! Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below. 5 Thine honours crown his head, While beasts, like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways: Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise. 7 From mouths of feeble babes And Sucklings, thou canst draw Surprizing honours to thy name, And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth is spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.] Languages: English

Christ's Condescension and Glorification; or, God made Man

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #VIIIb (1785) Scripture: Psalm 8 First Line: O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly 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 shouldst visit him with grace, And love his 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 power. 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 smaller 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 sound, From all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Languages: English

The Hosanna of the Children; Or, Infants praising God

Hymnal: DWIP1785 #VIIIc (1785) Scripture: Psalm 8:1-2 First Line: Almighty Ruler of the skies Lyrics: 1 Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young, There sounding notes of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidst thy temple throng To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David, is their song, And loud Hosannas fill the place. 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their King. Languages: English

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