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I set myself against the Lord

Author: John Leland Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Hymns #888 (1876) Languages: English

Hymnal: A New Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs, from various authors—some entirely new (3rd Windsor Ed.) #XIX (1793) First Line: I set myself against the Lord Lyrics: 1 I set myself against the Lord, Despis'd his spirit and his word; And wish'd to take his place: It vex'd me so, that I must die, And perish too, eternally, Or else be sav'd by grace. 2 Of every preacher I'd complain— One spoke through pride, and one for gain— Another's learning small;. This spoke too fast, and one too slow; One pray'd too loud, and one too low— Another had no call. 3 Some walk too straight, to make a show; While others far too crooked go; And both of these I scorn: Some, odd fantastic motions make; Some stoop too low, some stand too straight; No one is faultless born. 4 With no professor could I join; Some dress'd too mean, and some too fine, And some would talk too long: Some had a tone, some had no gift, Some talk'd too slow, and some too swift; And all of them were wrong. 5 I thought they'd better keep at home, Than to exhort where e'er they come, And tell us of their joys. They'd better keep their gardens free From weeds, than to examine me, And vex me with their noise. 6 Kindred and neighbours all were bad, And no true friends were to be had; My rulers were too vile. At length I was brought for to see, The fault did mostly lie on me, And had done all the while. 7 The horrid loads of guilt and shame, Being conscious too I was to blame, Did wound my frighted soul: I've sinn'd so much against my God, I'm crouch'd so low beneath his rod, How can I be made whole? 8 Why, there is balm in Gilead, And a physician to be had, A balsam too most free: Only believe on God's dear Son; Through him the victory is won— Christ Jesus dy'd for me. 9 O! Christ's free love's a boundless sea! What, to expire for such as me! Yes; 'tis a truth divine. My heart did melt, my soul o'er-run With love, to see what God had done, For souls as vile as mine. 10 Now I can hear a child proclaim The joyful news, and praise the name Of Jesus Christ my King: I know no sect—Christians are one— With my complaints I now have done, And God's free grace I sing. Languages: English

The Complainer reformed

Hymnal: Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians #CII (1802) First Line: I set myself against the Lord Lyrics: 1 I set myself against the Lord, Despis'd his spirit and his word, And wish'd to take his place; It vex'd me sore that I must die, And perish too eternally, Or else be sav'd by grace. 2 Of ev'ry preacher I'd complain, One spoke thro' pride and one for gain, Another's learning's small! This spoke too fast and that too slow, One pray'd too loud and one too low, The other had no call. 3 With no professors could I join, Some dress'd too mean and some too fine, And some did talk too long; Some had a tone, some had no gift, Some talk'd so weak and some so swift, That all of them were wrong. 4 I tho't they'd better keep at home, Than to exhort where e'er they come, And tell us of their joys; They'd better keep their gardens free From weeds,than to examine me, And vex me with their noise. 5 Kindred and neighbors all were bad, And no true friends were to be had-- My rulers were too vile: At length I was brought for to see, The fault did mostly lie in me, And had done all the while. 6 The horrid loads of guilt and shame, (Being conscious too I was to blame,) Did wound my frighted soul; I've sinn'd so much against my God, I'm crush'd so low beneath his rod, How can I be made whole? 7 But there is Balm in Gilead, And a physician to be had, A balsam too most free; Only believe on God's dear son, Thro' him the victory is won, Christ Jesus dy'd for me. 8 For Christ's free love's a boundless sea; What! to expire for such as me? Yes, 'tis a truth divine; My heart did melt, my soul o'er run With love, to see what God had done, For souls as mean as mine. 9 Now I can hear a child proclaim The joyful news and praise the name Of Jesus Christ my king; I know no sect, Christians are one; With my complaints I now have done, And God's free grace I sing. 10 Glory to him who gave his Son, To die for crimes which we have done, And made salvation mine; For as we'd fold ourselves for nought, So without money we are bought, A blessed truth divine. 11 Come saints rejoice in Christ our king, His solemn praises sweetly sing, And tell the world his love; Sinners invite for to receive Of God's free grace, and not to grieve The holy sacred dove. 12 All those who do an interest gain, In the bless'd Lamb that once was slain, Will surely happy be; Their loud hosannas they shall raise, A monument of God's high praise, To all eternity. Languages: English

The Complainer reformed

Hymnal: Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs #98 (1800) First Line: I set myself against the Lord Lyrics: 1 I set myself against the Lord, Despis'd his spirit and his word, And wish'd to take his place; It vext me sore that I must die, And perish too eternally, Or else be sav'd by grace. 2 Of every preacher I'd complain, One spoke thro' pride and one for gain, Another's learning's small; This spoke too fast, and that too slow, One pray'd too loud, and one too low, The other had no call. 3 With no professors could I join, Some dress'd too mean and some too fine, And some did talk too long; Some had a tone, some had no gift, Some talk'd so weak and some so swift, That all of them were wrong. 4 I thought they'd better keep at home, Than to exhort where e'er they come, And tell us of their joys; They'd better keep their gardens free From weeds, than to examine me, And vex me with their noise. 5 Kindred and neighbours all were bad, And no true friends were to be had, My rulers were too vile; At length I was brought for to see, The fault did mostly lie in me, And had done all the while. 6 The horrid loads of guilt and shame, (Being conscious too I was to blame) Did wound my frighted soul; I've sinn'd so much against my God, I'm crush'd so low beneath his rod, How can I be made whole? 7 But there is Balm in Gilead, And a physician to be had, A balsam too most free; Only believe on God's dear son, Thro' him the victory is won, Christ Jesus dy'd for me. 8 For Christ's free love's a boundless sea; What! to expire for such as me? Yes 'tis a truth divine; My heart did melt, my soul o'errun With love, to see what God had done, For souls as mean as mine. 9 Now I can hear a child proclaim The joyful news, and praise the name Of Jesus Christ my king: I know no sect, Christians are one, With my complaints I now have done, And God's free grace I sing. 10 Glory to him who gave his son, To die for crimes which we have done, And made salvation mine; For as we'd fold ourselves for nought, So without money we are bought, A blessed truth divine. 11 Come saints rejoice in Christ your king, His solemn praises sweetly sing, And tell the world his love; Sinners invite for to receive Of God's free grace and not to grieve The holy sacred dove. 12 All those who do an int'rest gain, In the bless'd Lamb that once was slain, Will surely happy be; Their loud hosannahs they shall raise, A monument of God's high praise, To all eternity. Languages: English