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O God, my gracious God, to Thee

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 O God, my gracious God, to Thee My Morning Pray'rs shall offer'd be; For Thee my thirsty Soul does pant; My fainting Flesh implores thy Grace, Within this dry and barren Place Where I refreshing Waters want. 2 O! to my longing Eyes once more, That View of glorious Pow'r restore, Which thy majestic House displays: 3 Because to me thy wond'rous Love Than Life itself does dearer prove, My Lips shall always speak thy Praise. 4 My Life, while I that Life enjoy, In blessing God I will employ; With lifted Hands adore his Name: 5 My soul's Content shall be as great As theirs who choicest Dainties eat, While I with Joy his Praise proclaim. 6 When I down lie, sweet Sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my Mind; And when I wake in Dead of Night. 7 Because Thou still dost Succour bring, Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing I rest with Safety and Delight. 8 My Soul, when Foes would me devour, Cleaves fast to Thee, whose matchless Pow'r In her Support is daily shown: 9 But those the righteous Lord shall slay, That my Destruction wish; and they that seek my Life, shall lose their own. 10,11 They by untimely Ends shall die, Their Flesh a Prey to Foxes lie; But God shall fill the King with Joy: Who swears by Thee shall still rejoice; Whilst the false Tongue, and lying Voice, Thou Lord, shalt silence and destroy. Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English

O God, my heart is fully bent

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 O God my Heart is fully bent to magnify thy Name; My Tongue with chearful Songs of Praise shall celebrate thy Fame. 2 Awake, my Lute; nor thou, my Harp, thy warbling Notes delay; Whilst I with early Hymns of Joy prevent the dawning Day. 3 To all the list'ning Tribes, O Lord, thy Wonders I will tell, And to those Nations sing thy Praise that round about us dwell; 4 Because thy Mercy's boundless Height the highest Heav'n transcends, And far beyond th' aspiring Clouds thy faithful Truth extends. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high above the starry Frame; And let the World, with one Consent, confess thy glorious Name. 6 That all thy chosen People Thee their Saviour may declare; Let thy right Hand protect me still, and answer Thou my Pray'r. 7 Since God himself has said the Word, whose Promise cannot fail, With Joy I Sichem will divide, and measure Succoth's Vale; 8 Gilead is mine, Manasseh too, and Ephraim owns my Cause: Their Strength my Regal Pow'r supports, and Judah gives my Laws. 9 Moab I'll make my sevile Drudge, on vanquish'd Edom tread; And thro' the proud Philistine Lands, my conqu'ring Banners spread. 10 By whose Support and Aid shall I their well-fenc'd City gain? Who will my Troops securely lead thro' Edom's guarded Plain? 11 Lord, wilt not Thou assist our Arms, which late Thou didst forsake? And wilt not Thou, of these our Hosts, once more the Guidance take? 12 O to thy Servant in Distress thy speedy Succour send; For vain it is on human Aid for Safety to depend. 13 Then valiant Acts shall we perform, if Thou thy Pow'r disclose; For God it is, and God alone, that treads down all our Foes. Scripture: Psalm 108 Languages: English

O God of Hosts, the mighty Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 O God of Hosts, the mighty Lord, how lovely is the Place Where Thou, enthron'd in Glory, shew'st the Brightness of thy Face! 2 My longing Soul faints with Desire, to view thy blest Abode; My panting Heart and Flesh cry out for Thee the living God. 3 The Birds, more happy far than I, around thy Temple throng; Securely there they build, and there securely hatch their Young. 4 O Lord of Hosts, my King and God, how highly blest are they, Who in thy Temple always dwell, and there thy Praise display! 5 Thrice happy they, whose Choice has Thee their sure Protection made; Who long to tread the sacred Ways that to thy Dwelling lead! 6 Who pass thro' Baca's thirsty Vale, yet no Refreshment want: Their Pools are fill'd with Rain, which Thou at their Request dost grant. 7 Thus they proceed from Strength to Strength, and still approach more near; 'Till all on Sion's holy Mount before their God appear. 8 o Lord, the mighty God of Hosts, my just Requests regard! Thou God of Jacob, let my Pray'r be still with Favour heard; 9 Behold, O God, for Thou alone can'st timely Aid dispense; On thy anointed Servant look, be Thou his strong Defence. 10 For in thy Courts one single Day 'tis better to attend, Than, Lord, in any Place besides a thousand Days to spend. Much rather in God's House will I the meanest Office take, Than in the wealthy Tents of Sin my pompous Dwelling make. 11 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, will Grace and Glory give; And no good Thing will he with-hold from them that justly live. 12 Thou God, whom heav'nly Hosts obey How highly blest is he, Whose Hope and Trust, securely plac'd, is still repos'd on Thee! Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

O God, we praise Thee, and confess

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 O God, we praise Thee, and confess that Thou the only Lord, And everlasting Father art by all the Earth ador'd. 2 To Thee all Angels cry aloud; to Thee the Pow'rs on high, Both Cherubim and Seraphim, continually do cry; 3 O holy, holy, holy, Lord, whom heav'nly Hosts obey, The World is with the Glory fill'd of thy majestick Sway. 4 Th' Apostles glorious Company, and Prophets crown'd with Light, With all the Martyrs’ noble Host, thy constant Praise recite. 5 The holy Church throughout the World, O Lord, confesses Thee, That Thou eternal Father art, of boundless Majesty: 6 Thy honour'd true and only Son, and holy Ghost the Spring Of never-ceasing Joy; O Christ of Glory thou art King. 7 The Father's everlasting Son, Thou from on high didst come To save Mankind, and dist not then disdain the Virgin's Womb. 8 And having overcome the Sting of Death, Thou open'st wide The Gates of Heav'n to all, who firm in thy Belief abide. Part II 9 Crown'd with the Father's Glory Thou at God's Right-hand do'st sit; Whence Thou shalt come to be our Judge, to sentence or acquit. 10 O therefore save thy Servants, Lord, whose Souls so dearly cost; Nor let the Purchase of thy Blood, thy precious Blood, be lost. 11 We magnify Thee Day be Day; and ever worship Thee. Vouchsafe to keep us, Lord, this Day from Sin and Danger free. 12 Have Mercy, Mercy, on us, Lord! to us thy Grace extend, According as for Mercy we on Thee alone depend. 13 In Thee I have repos'd my Trust, and ever shall to so; Preserve me then from Ruin here, and from eternal Woe. Languages: English

O God, who hast our Troops dispersed

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LX (1760) Lyrics: 1 O God, who hast our Troops dispers'd, Forsaking those who left Thee first; As we thy just Displeasure mourn, To us, in Mercy, Lord, return. 2 Our Strength, that firm as Earth did stand, Is rent by thy avenging Hand; O! heal the Breaches Thou hast made: We shake, we fall, without thy Aid! 3 Our Folly's sad Effects we feel; For, drunk with Discord's Cup, we reel. 4 But now, for them who Thee revere'd, Thou hast thy Truth's bright Banner rear'd. 5 Let thy Right-hand thy Saints protect: Lord, here the Pray'rs, that we direct. 6 The Holy God has spoke; and I, O'erjoy'd, on his firm Word rely. To Thee in Portions I'll divide Fair Sichem's Soil, Samaria's Pride: To Sichem, Succoth next I'll join, And measure out her Vale by Line. 7 Manasseh, Gilead, both subscribe To my Commands, with Ephraim's Tribe: Ephraim by Arms supports my Cause, And Judah by religious Laws. 8 Moab my Slave and Drudge shall be, Nor Edom from my Yoke get free; Proud Palestine's imperious State Shall humbly on our Triumph wait. 9 But who shall quell these mighty Pow'rs, And clear my Way to Edom's Tow'rs? Or through her guarded Frontiers tread The Path that does to Conquest lead? 10 Ev'n Thou, O God, who hast dispers'd Our Troops (for we forsook Thee first), Those, whom Thou didst om Wrath forsake, Aton'd, Thou wilt victorious make. 11 Do Thou our fainting Cause sustain; For human Succours are but vain. 12 Fresh Strength and Courage God bestows: 'Tis He treads down our proudest Foes. Scripture: Psalm 60 Languages: English

O God, whose former Mercies make

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 O God, whose former Mercies make my constant Praise thy Due, Hold not thy Peace, but my sad State with wonted Favour view. 2 For sinful Men, with lying Lips, deceitful Speeches frame, And with their study'd Slanders seek to wound my spotless Fame. 3 Their restless hatred prompts them still malicious Lies to spread; And all against my Life combine, by causeless Fury led. 4 Those whom with tend'rest Love I us'd, my chief Opposers are; Whilst I, of other Friends bereft, resort to Thee by Pray'r. 5 Since Mischief, for the Good I did, their strange Reward does prove; And Hatred's the Return they make for undissembled Love: 6 Their guilty Leader shall be made to some ill Man a Slave; And when he's try'd, his mortal Foe for his Accuser have. 7 His Guilt, when Sentence is pronounc'd, shall meet a dreadful Fate, Whilst his rejected Pray'r but serves his Crimes to aggravate. 8 He, snatch'd by some untimely Fate, shan't live out half his Days: Another, by Divine Decree, shall on his Office seize. 9,10 His Seed shall Orphans be, his Wife a Widow plung'd in Grief; His vagrant Children beg their Bread, where none can give Relief. 11 His ill got Riches shall be made to Usurers a Prey; The Fruit of all his Toil shall be by Strangers born away. 12 None shall be found that to his Wants their Mercy will extend, Or to his helpless Orphan Seed the least Assistance lend. 13 A swift Destruction soon shall seize on his unhappy Race; And the next Age his hated Name shall utterly deface. 14 The Vengeance of his Father's Sins, upon his Head shall fall; God on his Mother's Crimes shall think, and punish him for all. 15 All these in horrid Order rank'd, before the Lord shall stand, 'Till his fierce Anger quite cuts off their Mem'ry from the Land. Part II 16 Because he never Mercy shew'd, but still the Poor oppress'd; And sought to slay the helpless Man, with heavy Woes distress'd. 17 Therefore the Curse he lov'd to vent, shall his own Portion prove; And Blessing, which he still abhor'd, shall far from him remove. 18 Since he in cursing took such Pride, like Water it shall spread Thro' all his Veins, and stick like Oil with which his Bones are fed. 19 This, like a poison'd Robe, shall still his constant Cov'ring be; Or an envonom'd Belt, from which he never shall be free. 20 Thus shall the Lord reward all those that Ill to me design; That with malicious false Reports against my Life combine. 21 But for thy glorious Name, o God, do thou deliver me; And for thy gracious Mercy's Sake, preserve and set me free: 23 For I, to utmost Straits reduc'd, am void of all Relief; My Heart is wounded with Distress, and quite pierc'd thro' with Grief. 23 I, like an Ev'ning Shade, decline, which vanishes apace: Like Locusts up and down I'm toss'd, and have no certain Place. 24,25 My Knees with Fasting are grown weak, my Body lank and lean; All that behold me shake their Heads, and treat me with Disdain. 26,27 But for thy Mercies sake, O Lord, do Thou my Foes withstand; That all may see 'tis thy own Act, the Work of thy right hand. 28 Then let them curse, so Thou but bless; let Shame the Portion be Of all that my Destruction seek, while I rejoice in Thee. 29 My Foes shall with Disgrace be cloath'd, and spite of all his Pride, His own Confusion, like a Cloak, the guilty Wretch shall hide. 30 But I to God, in grateful Thanks, my chearful Voice will raise; And where the great Assembly meets, set forth his noble Praise. 31 For Him the Poor shall always find their sure and constant Friend; And He shall from unrighteous Dooms their guiltless Souls defend. Languages: English

O Isr'l's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXX (1760) Lyrics: 1 O Isr'els Shepherd, Joseph's Guide, Our Pray'rs to thee vouchsafe to hear; Thou that do'st on the Cherubs ride, Again in solemn State appear. 2 Behold how Benjamin expects, With Ephraim and Manasseh join'd, In our Deliv'rance, the Effects Of thy resistless Strength to find. 3 Do thou convert us, Lord, do Thou The Lustre of thy Face display; And all the Ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd Clouds shall pass away. 4 O thou, whom heav'nly Hosts obey, How long shall thy fierce Anger burn? How long thy suff'ring People pray, And to their Pray'rs have no Return? 5 When hungry, we are fotc'd to drench Our scanty Food in Floods of Woe; When dry, our raging Thirst we quench With Streams of Tears that largely flow. 6 For us the heathen Nations round, As for a common Prey, contest: Our Foes with spiteful Joy abound, And at our lost Condition jest. 7 Do thou convert us, Lord, do Thou The Lustre of thy Face display, And all the Ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd Clouds shall pass away. Part II 8 Thou brought'st a Vine from Egypt's Land; And casting out the heathen Race, Didst plant it with thine own right Hand, and firmly fix'd it in their Place. 9 Before it Thou prepar'dst the Way, and mad'st it take a lasting Root, Which, bless'd with thy indulgent Ray, O'er all the Land did widely shoot. 10,11 The Hills were cover'd with its Shade, its goodly Boughs did Cedars seem: Its Branches to the Sea were spread, And reach'd to proud Euphrates Stream. 12 Why then hast thou its Hedge o'erthrown, Which Thou hadst made so firm and strong? Whilst all its Grapes, defenceless grown, Are pluck'd by those that pass along. 13 See how the bristling forest Boar With dreadful Fury lays it waste: Hark! how the savage Monsters roar, And to their helpless Prey make haste. Part III 14 To Thee, O God of Hosts, we pray; Thy wonted Goodness, Lord, renew: From Heav'n thy Throne this Vine survey, And her sad State with Pity view. 15 Behold the Vineyard, made by Thee, Which thy right Hand did guard so long; And keep that Branch from Danger free, Which for thyself thou mad'st so strong. 16 To wasting Flames 'tis made a Prey, And all its spreading Boughs cut down; At thy Rebuke they soon decay, And perish at thy dreadful Frown. 17 Crown thou the King with good Success, By thy right Hand secur'd from Wrong: The Son of Man in Mercy bless, Whom for thyself Thou mad'st so strong. 18 So shall we still continue free From whatsoe'er deserves thy Blame; And if once more reviv'd by Thee, Will always praise thy holy Name. 19 Do Thou convert us, Lord, do Thou The Lustre of thy Face display, And all the Ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd Clouds shall pass away. Scripture: Psalm 80 Languages: English

O Lord, I am not proud of Heart

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXXXI (1760) Lyrics: O Lord, I am not proud of Heart, nor cast a scornful Eye; Nor my aspiring Thoughts employ in Things for me to high. 2 With infant Innocence, thou know'st I have my self demean'd; Compos'd to quiet, like a Babe that from the Breast is wean'd. 3 Like me let Isr'el hope in God, his Aid alone implore; Both now and ever trust in Him, who lives for evermore. Scripture: Psalm 131 Languages: English

O Lord, my God, since I have plac'd

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #VII (1760) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my God, since I have plac'd my Trust alone in thee, From all my Persecutors Rage, do thou deliver me. 2 To save me from my threat'ning Foe, Lord, interpose thy Pow'r; Lest, like a savage Lion, he my helpless Soul devour. 3, 4 If I am guilty, or did e'er against his Peace combine; Nay, if I have not spar'd his Life, who fought unjustly mine; 5 Let then to persecuting Foes, my Soul become a Prey; Let them to Earth tread down my Life, in Dust my Honour lay. 6 Arise, and let thine Anger, Lord, in my Defence engage; Exalt thyself above my Foes, and there insulting Rage: Awake, awake, in my Behalf the Judgment to dispense, Which thou hast righteously ordain'd for injur'd Innocence. 7 So to thy Throne adoring Crowds shall still for Justice fly: Oh! therefore for their Sakes, resume, thy Judgment-Seat on high. 8 Impartial Judge of all the World, I trust my Cause to thee; According to my Righteousness so let thy Sentence be. 9 Let wicked Arts and wicked Men, together be o'erthrown; But guard the Just, thou God, to whom the Hearts of both are known. 10, 11 God me protects; not only me, but all of upright Heart; And daily lays up Wrath for those who from his Laws depart. 12 If they persist, he whets his Sword, his Bow stands ready bent; 13 Ev'n now, with swift Destruction wing'd, his pointed Shafts are sent. 14 The Plots are fruitless, which my Foe unjustly did conceive: 15 The Pit he digg'd for me has prov'd his own untimely grave. 16 On his own Head his Spite returns, whilst I from Harm am free: On him the Violence is fall'n, which he design'd for me. 17 Therefore will I the righteous Ways of Providence proclaim; I'll sing the Praise of God most High, and celebrate his Name. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English

O Lord, my Rock, to Thee I cry

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XXVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my Rock, to Thee I cry, in Sighs consume my Breath. O! answer; or I shall become like those that sleep in Death. 2 Regard my Supplication, Lord, the Cries that I repeat, With weeping Eyes, and lifted Hands, before thy Mercy-seat. 3 Let me escape the Sinners Doom, who make a trade of Ill; And ever speak the Person fair, whose Blood they mean to spill. 4 According to their Crimes Extent, let Justice have its Course: Relentless be to them, as they have sinn'd without Remorse. 5 Since they the Works of God despise, nor will His Grace adore; His Wrath shall utterly destroy, and build them up no more. 6 But I, with due Acknowlegement, his Praises will resound, From whom the Cries of my Distress a gracious Answer found. 7 My Heart its Confidence repos'd in God my Strength and Shield? In Him I trusted, and return'd triumphant from the Field: As He has made my Joys complete, 'tis just that i should raise The chearful Tribute of my Thanks, and thus resound his Praise: 8 "His aiding Pow'r supports the Troops "that my just Cause maintain: "'Twas He advanc'd me to the Throne, "'tis He secures my Reign." 9 Preserve thy Chosen, and proceed thine Heritage to bless: With Plenty prosper them, in Peace; in Battle, with Success. Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English