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Thy Presence why withdraw'st thou Lord?

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #X (1760) Lyrics: 1 Thy Presence why withdraw'st thou Lord? why hid'st thou now thy Face, When dismal Times of deep Distress call for thy wonted Grace? 2 The Wicked, swell'd with lawless Pride, have made the Poor their Prey: O let them fall by those Designs which they for others lay. 3 For strait they triumph, if Success their thriving Crimes attend; And sordid Wretches, whom God hates, perversly they commend. 4 To own a Pow'r aove themselves their haughty Pride disdains; And therefore in their stubborn Mind no Thought of God remains. 5 Oppressive Methods they pursue, and all their Foes they slight; Because thy Judgments unobserv'd are far above their Sight. 6 They fondly think their prosp'rous State shall unmolested be; They think their vain Designs shall thrive, from Disappointment free. 7 Vain and deceitful is their Speech, with Curses fill'd, and Lies; By which the Mischief of their Heart they study to disguise. 8 Near public Roads they lie conceal'd, and all their Art employ, The Innocent and Poor at once to rifle, and destroy. 9 Not Lions, couching in their Dens, surprise their heedless Prey With greater Cunning, or express more savage Rage, than they. 10 Sometimes they act the harmless Man, and modest Looks they wear; That, so deciev'd, the Poor may less their sudden Onset fear. Part II 11 For God, they think, no Notice takes of their unrighteous Deeds; He never minds the suff'ring Poor, nor their Oppression heeds. 12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise stretch forth thy mighty Arm; And, by the Greatness of thy Pow'r, defend the Poor from Harm. 13 No longer let the Wicked vaunt, and proudly boasting, say, "The Lord regards not what we do, "he never will repay." 14 But sure, thou seest, and all their Deeds impartially dost try: The Orphan, therefore, and the Poor, on thee for Aid rely. 15 Defenceless let the Wicked fall, of all their Strength bereft; Confound, o God, their dark Designs, till no Remains are left. 15 Assert thy just Dominion, Lord, which shall for ever stand: Thou, who the Heathen did'st expel from this thy chosen Land. 17 Thou dost the humble Suppliants hear,; that to thy Throne repair; Thou first prepar'st their Hearts to pray, and then accept'st their Pray'r. 18 Thou, in thy righteous Judgment, weight'st the Fatherless and Poor; That so the Tyrants of the Earth may persecute no more. Scripture: Psalm 10 Languages: English

To bless thy chosen Race

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 To bless Thy chosen Race, in Mercy, Lord, incline; And cause the Brightness of thy Face on all thy Saints to shine: 2 That so thy wond'rous Way may through the World be known; While distant lands their Tribute pay, and thy Salvation own. 3 Let diff'ring Nations join to celebrate thy Fame; Let all the World, O Lord, combine to praise thy glorious Name. 4 O let them shout and sing, dissolv'd in pious Mirth; For Thou, the righteous Judge and King, shalt govern all the Earth. 5 Let diff'ring Nations join to celebrate thy Fame; Let all the World, O Lord, combine to praise thy glorious Name. 6 Then shall the teeming Ground a large Increase disclose; And we with Plenty shall be crown'd, which God, our God, bestows. 7 Then God upon our Land shall constant Blessings show'r; And all the World in Awe shall stand of His resistless Pow'r. Scripture: Psalm 67 Languages: English

To celebrate thy Praise, O Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #IX (1760) Lyrics: 1 To celebrate thy Praise, O Lord, I will my Heart prepare; To all the list'ning World thy Works, thy wond'rous Works declare. 2 The Thought of them shall to my Soul exalted Pleasure bring; Whilst to thy Name, O thou most High, triumphant Praise I sing. 3 Thou mad'st my haughty Foes to turn their Backs in shameful Flight: Struck with thy Presence, down they fell; they perish'd at thy Sight. 4 Against insulting Foes advanc'd, thou didst my Cause maintain; My Right asserting from thy Throne, where Truth and Justice reign. 5 The Insolence of Heathen pride thou hast reduc'd to Shame; Their wicked Offspring quite destroy'd, and blotted out their Name. 6 Mistaken Foes, your haughty Threats are to a Period come: Our City stands, which you design'd to make our common Tomb. 7, 8 The Lord for ever lives, who has his righteous Throne prepar'd; Impartial Justice to dispense, to punish or reward. 9 God is a constant sure Defence against oppressing Rage; As Troubles rise, his needful Aids in our Behalf engage. 10 All those who have his Goodness prov'd, will in his Truth confide; Whose Mercy ne'er forsook the Man that on his Help rely'd. 11 Sing Praises therefore to the Lord, from Sion his Abode; Proclaim his Deeds, till all the World, confess no other God. Part II 12 When he Inquiry makes for Blood, he calls the poor to Mind: The injur'd humble Man's Complaint, Redress from him shall find. 13 Take Pity on my Troubles Lord, which spiteful Foes create, Thou that hast rescu'd me so oft from Death's Devouring Gate. 14 In Sion then I'll sing thy Praise, to all that love thy Name; And with loud Shouts of grateful Joy thy saving Pow'r proclaim. 15 Deep in the Pit they digg'd for me the Heathen Pride is laid; Their guilty Feet to their own Snare insensibly betray'd. 16 Thus, by the just Returns he makes, the mighty Lord is known; While wicked Men by their own Plots are shamefully o'erthrown. 17 No single Sinner shall escape by Privacy obscur'd; Nor Nation, from his just Revenge, by Numbers be secru'd. 18 His suff'ring Saints, when most distress'd, he ne'er forgets to aid; Their expectations shall be crown'd, tho' for a Time delay'd. 19 Arise, O Lord, assert thy Pow'r, and let not Man o'ercome; Descend to Judgment, and pronounce the guilty Heathens Doom. 20 Strike Terror thro' the Nations round, till, by consenting Fear, They to each other, and themselves, but mortal Men appear. Scripture: Psalm 9 Languages: English

To God I cry'd who to my Help

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd who to my Help did graciously repair; 2 In Trouble's dismal Day I sought my God with humble Pray'r. All Night my fest'ring Wound did run; no Med'cine gave Relief; My soul no Comfort would admit, my Soul indulg'd her Grief. 3 I thought on God, and Favours pass'd; but that increas'd my Pain: I found my Spirit more oppress'd, the more i did complain. 4 Thro' ev'ry Watch of tedious Night Thou keep'st my Eyes awake; My Grief is swell'd to that Excess, I sigh, but cannot speak. 5 I call'd to mind the Days of old, with signal Mercy crown'd; Those famous Years of antient Times. for Miracles renoewn'd. 6 By Night I recollect my Songs, on former Triumphs made; Then search, consult, and ask my Heart, Where's now that wond'rous Aid? 7 Has God for ever cast us off? withdrawn His Favour quite? 8 Are both His Mercy and his Truth retir'd to endless Night? 9 Can his long-practis'd Love forget its wonted Aids to bring? Has He in Wrath shut up and seal'd His Mercy's healing Spring? 10 I said, My Weakness hints these Fears; but I'll my Fears disband; I'll yet remember the most High, and Years of His Right-hand. 11 I'll call to mind his Works of old the Wonders of His Might; 12 On them my Heart shall meditate, my Tongue shall them recite. 13 Safe lodg'd from human Search on high, O God, thy Councils are! Who is so great a God as ours? who can with Him compare? 14 Long since a God of Wonders Thee thy rescu'd People found; 15 Long since hast Thou thy chosen Seed with strong Deliv'rance crown'd. 16 When Thee, O God, the Waters saw, the righted Billows shrunk; The troubled Depths themselves for Fear beneath their Channels sunk. 17 The Clouds pour'd down, while rending Skies did with their Noise conspire; Thy Arrows all abroad were snet, wing'd with avenging Fire. 18 Heav'n with thy Thunder's Voice was torn, whilst all the lower World With Lightning blaz'd, Earth shook & seem'd from her Foundations hurl'd. 19 Thro' rolling Streams Thou find'st thy Way thy Paths in Waters lie; Thy wond'rous Passage, where no Sight thy Footsteps can descry. 20 Thou led'st thy People like a Flock safe through the desart Land, By Moses, their meek skilful Guide, and Aaron's sacred Hand. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

To God, in whom I trust

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XXV (1760) Lyrics: 1 To God, in whom I trust, 2 I lift my Heart and Voice; O! let me not be put to Shame, nor let my Foes rejoice. 3 Those, who on Thee rely, let no Disgrace attend: Be that the shameful Lot of such as wilfully offend. 4, 5 To me thy Truth impart, and lead me in thy Way: For thou art He that brings me Help; on Thee I wait all Day. 6 Thy Mercies, and thy Love, O Lord, recall to Mind; And graciously continue still, as Thou wert ever, kind. 7 Let all my youthful Crimes be blotted out by Thee; And for thy wond'rous Goodness' sake, in Mercy think on me. 8 His Mercy, and his Truth, the righteous Lord displays, In bringing wand'ring Sinners home, and teaching them his Ways. 9 He those in Justice guides, who his Direction seek; And in his sacred Paths shall lead the Humble and the Meek. 10 Through all the Ways of God both Truth and Mercy shine, To such as with religious Hearts to his blest Will incline. Part II 11 Since Mercy is the Grace that most exalts thy Fame; Forgive my heinous Sin, O Lord, and so advance thy Name. 12 Whoe'er with humble Fear to God his Duty pays, Shall find the Lord a faithful Guide in all his righteous Ways. 13 His quiet Soul with Peace shall be forever blest, And by his num'rous Race the Land, successively possess'd. 14 For God to all his Saints his secret Will imparts, And does his gracious Cov'nant write in their obedient Hearts. 15 To Him I lift my Eyes, and wait his timely Aid, Who breaks the strong and treach'rous Snare, which for my Feet was laid. 16 O! turn, and all my Griefs, in Mercy, Lord, redress; For I am compass'd round with Woes, and plung'd in deep Distress. 17 The Sorrows of my Heart to mighty Sums increase; O! from this dark and dismal State my troubled Soul release! 18 Do Thou, with tender Eyes, my sad Affliction see; Acquit me, Lord, and from my Guilt intirely set me free. 19 Consider, Lord, my Foes, how vast their Numbers grow! What lawless Force and Rage thy use, what boundless Hate they show! 20 Protect, and set my Soul, from their fierce Malice free; Nor let me be asham'd, who place my stedfast Trust in Thee. 21 Let all my righteous Acts to full perfection rise; Because my firm and constant Hope on Thee alone relies. 22 To Israel's chosen Race continue ever kind; And in the midst of all their Wants, let them thy Succour find. Scripture: Psalm 25 Languages: English

To God, our neve- failing Strength

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXXXI (1760) Lyrics: 1 To God, our never-failing Strength, with loud Applauses sing; And jointly make a chearful Noise to Jacob's awful King. 2 Compose a Hymn of Praise, and touch your Instruments of Joy: Let Psalteries and pleasant Harps, your grateful Skill employ. 3 Let Trumpets at the great new Moon their joyful Voices raise, To celebrate th' appointed Time, the solemn Day of Praise. 4 For this a Statute was of old, which Jacob's God decreed To be with pious Care observ'd by Isr'el's chosen Seed. 5 This He for a Memorial fix'd, when freed from Egypt's Land; Strange Nations barb'rous Speech we heard, but could not understand. 6 Your butthen'd Shoulders I reliev'd, (thus seem'd our God to say) Your servile Hands by Me were freed from lab'ring in the Clay. 7 Your Ancestors, with Wrongs oppress'd, to me for Aid did call: With Pity I their Suff'rings saw, and set them free from all. They fought for me, and from the Cloud in Thunder I reply'd: At Meribah's contentious Stream their Faith and Duty try'd. Part II: 8 While I my solemn Will declare, my chosen People, hear: If thou, O Isr'el, to my Words wilt lend thy list'ning Ear; 9 Then shall no God besides myself within thy Coasts be found: Nor shalt thou worship any God of all the Nations round. 10 The Lord thy God am I, who thee brought forth from Egypt's Land: 'Tis I, that all thy just Desires supply with lib'ral Hand. 11 But they, my chosen Race refus'd to hearken to my Voice; Nor would rebellious Isr'el's Sons make me their happy Choice. 12 So I provok'd, resign'd them up, to ev'ry Lust a Prey; And in their own perverse Designs permitted them to stray. 13 O that my People wisely would my just Commandments heed! And Isr'el in my righteous Ways with pious Care proceed! 14 Then should my heavy Judgments fall on all that them oppose; And my avenging Hand be turn'd against their num'rous Foes. 15 Their Enemies and mine should all before my Footstool bend: But as for them, their happy State should never know an End. 16 All Parts with Plenty should abound; with finest Wheat their Field: The barren Rocks, to please their Taste, should richest Honey yield. Scripture: Psalm 81 Languages: English

For God does [doth] prove our constant friend

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXXXVI (1760) First Line: To God, the mighty Lord Lyrics: 1 To God the mighty Lord, Your joyful Thanks repeat: To him due Praise afford, As good as He is great. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 2,3 To Him whose wond'rous Pow'r All other Gods obey, Whom earthly Kings adore, This grateful Homage pay. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 4,5 By his almighty Hand Amazing Works are wrought; The Heav'ns by his Command Were to Perfection brought. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 6 He spread the Ocean round About the spacious Land; And made the rising Ground Above the Waters stand. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 7,8,9 Thro' Heav'n He did display His num'rous Hosts of Light; The Sun to rule by Day, The Moon and stars by Night. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 10,11,12 He struck the First-born dead Of Egypt's stubborn Land; And thence his People led With is resistless Hand. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 13,14 By him the raging Sea, As if in Pieces rent, Disclos'd a middle Way, Through which his People went. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 15 Where soon He overthrew Proud Pharaoh and his Host, Who daring to pursue, Were in the Billows lost. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 16,17,18 Thro' Desarts vast and wild He led the chosen Seed; And famous Princes foil'd, And made great Monarch's bleed, For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 19,20 Sihon, whose potent Hand Great Ammon's Scepter sway'd; And Og, whose stern Command Rich Bashan's Land obey'd. For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 21,22 And of his wond'rous Grace, Their lands, whom He destroy'd, He gave to Isr'el's Race, To be by them enjoy'd, For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 23,24 He, in our Depth of Woes, On us with Favour thought, And from our cruel Foes In Peace and Safety brought, For God does prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. 25,26 He does the Food supply, On which all Creatures live: To God who reigns on high Eternal Praises give. For God will prove Our constant Friend, His boundless Love Shall never end. Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English

To God the only Wise

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXLIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 To God the only Wise, our Saviour and our King, Let all the Saints below the Skies their humble Praises bring. 2 'Tis his almighty Love, his Counsel and his Care, Preserves us safe from Sin and Death, and ev'ry hurtful Snare. 3 He will present our Souls unblemish'd and compleat, Before the Glory of his Face, with Joys divinely great. 4 Then all the chosen Seed shall meet around the Throne. Shall bless the Conduct of his Grace, and make his Wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God, Wisdom and Pow'r belongs, Immortal Crowns of Majesty, and everlasting Songs. Languages: English

To God with mournful Voice

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXLII (1760) Lyrics: 1 To God with mournful Voice in deep Distress I pray'd; 2 Made him the Umpire of my Cause, my Wrongs before Him laid. 3 Thou didst my Steps direct, when my griev'd Soul despair'd; For where I thought to walk secure, they had their Traps prepar'd. 4 I look'd but found no Friend to own me in Distress; All Refuge fail'd, no Man vouchsaf'd his Pity or Redress. 5 To God at last I pray'd, thou, Lord, my Refuge art, My Portion in the Land of Life, 'till Life itself depart. 6 Reduc'd to greatest Straits, to Thee I make my Moan; O save me from oppressive Foes, for me too pow'rful grown, 7 That I may praise thy Name, my Soul from Prison bring; Whilst of thy kind Regard to me, assembled Saints shall sing. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English

To God your grateful Voices raise

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 To God your grateful Voices raise, Who does your daily Patron prove: And let your never-ceasing Praise Attend on his eternal Love. 2,3 Let those give Thanks whom he from Bands Of proud oppressing Foes releas'd; And brought them back from distant Lands, From North and South, and West and East. 4,5 Through lonely desart Ways they went, Nor cou'd a peopled City find; 'Till quite with Thirst and Hunger spent, Their fainting Soul within them pin'd. 6 Then soon to God's indulgent Ear Did they their mournful Cry address; Who graciously vouchsaf'd to hear, And freed them from their deep Distress. 7 From crooked Paths He led them forth, And in the certain Way did guide, To wealthy Towns of great Resort, Where all their Wants were well supply'd. 8 O then that all the Earth, with me, Would God for this his Goodness praise! And for the mighty Works which He Throughout the wond'ring World displays! 9 For He from Heav'n the sad Estate Of longing Souls with Pity views; To hungry Souls that pant for Meat, His Goodness daily Food renews. Part II 10 Some lie, with Darkness compass'd round, In Death's uncomfortable Shade; And with unwieldy Fetters bound, By pressing Cares more heavy made. 11,12 Because God's Counsel they defy'd, And lightly priz'd his holy Word, With these Afflictions they were try'd: They fell, and none could Help afford. 13 Then soon to God's indulgent Ear Did they their mournful Cry address; Who graciously vouchsaf'd to hear, And freed them from their deep Distress. 14 From dismal Dungeons, dark as Night. And Shades as black as Death's Abode, He brought them forth to chearful Light, And welcome Liberty bestow'd. 15 O then that all the Earth, with me, Would God for this his Goodness praise! And for the mighty Works which He Throughout the wond'ring World displays! 16 For He with his almighty Hand, The Gates of Brass in Pieces broke; Nor cou'd the massy Bars withstand, Or temper'd Steel resist his Stroke. Part III 17 Remorseless Wretches, void of Sense, With bold Transgressions God defy; And for their multiply'd Offence, Oppress'd with sore Diseases lie: 18 Their Soul, a Prey to Pain and Fear, Abhors to taste the choicest Meats; And they by faint Degrees draw near To Death's inhospitable Gates. 19 Then strait to God's indulgent Ear, Do they their mournful Cry address; Who graciously vouchsafes to hear, And frees them from their deep Distress. 20 He all their sad Distempers heals, His Word both Health and Safety gives; And when all human Succour fails, From near Destruction them retrieves. 21 O then that all the Earth, with me would God for this his Goodness praise! And for the mighty Works which He Throughout the wond'ring World displays; 22 With Off'rings let his Altar flame, Whilst they their grateful Thanks express, And with loud Joy his holy Name for all his Acts of Wonder bless! Part IV 23,24 They that in Ships, with Courage bold, O'er swelling Waves their Trade pursue, Do God's amazing Works behold, And in the Deep his Wonders view. 25 No sooner his Command is past, But forth the dreadful Tempest flies, Which sweeps the Sea with rapid Haste, And makes the stormy Billows rise. 26 Sometimes the Ships, toss'd up to heav'n, On Tops of mountain Waves appear; Then down the steep Abyss are driv'n, Whilst ev'ry Soul dissolves with Fear. 27 They reel and stagger to and fro, Like Men with Fumes of Wine oppress'd; Nor do the skilful Seamen know Which Way to steer, what Course is best. 28 Then straight to God's indulgent Ear They do their mournful Cry address; Who graciously vouchsafes to hear, And frees them from their deep Distress. 29,30 He does the raging Storm appease, And makes the Billows calm and still; With Joy they see their Fury cease, And their intended Course fulfil. 31 O then that all the Earth, with me, Would God for this his Goodness praise! And for the mighty Works which He Throughout the wond'ring World displays! 32 Let them, where all the Tribes resort, Advance to Heav'n his glorious Name, And in the Elders sov'reign Court With one Consent his Praise proclaim! Part V 33,34 A fruitful Land, where Streams abound, God's just Revenge, if People sin, Will turn to dry and barren Ground, To punish those that dwell therein. 35,36 The parch'd and desart Heath he makes To flow with Streams and springing Wells, Which for his Lot the Hungry takes, And in strong Cities safely dwells. 37,38 He sows the Field, the Vineyard plants, which gratefully his Toil repay; Nor can, whilst God his Blessing grants, His fruitful Seed or Stock decay. 29 But when his Sins Heav'n's Wrath provoke, His Health and Substance fade away; He feels th' Oppressor's galling Yoke, And is of Grief the wretched Prey. 40 The Prince that slights what God commands, Expos'd to Scorn, must quit his Throne; And over wild and desart Lands, Where no Path offers, stray alone. 41 Whilst God, from all afflicting Cares, Sets up the humble Man on high; And makes in time his num'rous Heirs With his increasing Flocks to vie. 42,43 Then Sinners shall have nought to say, The Just a decent Joy shall show; The Wise these strange Events shall weigh, And thence God's Goodness fully know. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English