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Restoring and preserving grace

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #287 (1791) First Line: With all my powers of heart and tongue Lyrics: 1 With all my powers of heart and tongue I'll praise my Maker in my song; Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song and join the praise. [2 Angels that make thy church their care Shall witness my devotions there, While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.] 3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word? Not all the works and names below, So much thy power and glory show. 4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes; He did my rising fears controul, And strength diffus'd through all my soul. 5 The God of heav'n maintains his state, Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great; But from his throne descends to bless The humble souls that trust his grace. 6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. Scripture: Psalm 138 Languages: English

The all-seeing God

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #288 (1791) First Line: Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro' Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro'; Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my op'ning lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand On every side I find thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 'Oh may these thoughts possess my breast, 'Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; 'Nor let my weaker passions dare 'Consent to sin, for God is there.' Pause I. 6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun, Or from thy dreadful glory run! 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell – there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. 8 If mounted on a morning ray I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 9 Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray Would kindle darkness into day. 10 "Oh may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin, for God is there." Pause II. 11 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Thro' midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye. 13 "Oh may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin, for God is there." Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

The wonderful formation of man

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #289 (1791) First Line: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came Lyrics: 1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes could all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Form'd by the model of thy book. 3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd, And what thy sovereign councils fram'd, The breathing lungs, the beating heart, Was copied with unerring art. 4 At last, to shew my Maker's name, God stamp'd his image on my frame, And, in some unknown moment, join'd The finish'd members of the mind. 5 There the young seeds of thought began, And all the passions of the man, Great God, our infant nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praise. Pause. 6 Lord, since in my advancing age I've acted on life's busy stage, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. 7 I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The numerous wonders of thy grace. 8 These on my heart are still imprest, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Sincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart-searching God

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #290 (1791) First Line: My God, what inward grief I feel Lyrics: 1 My God, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws, and thee, I count for enemies to me. 3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought – Though my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes. 4 Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? Oh! turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

God is every where

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #291 (1791) First Line: In all my vast concerns with thee Lyrics: 1 In all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they’re form'd within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 Oh! wond'rous knowledge! deep and high! Where can a creature hide! Within thy circling arms I lie, Inclos'd on every side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secur'd by sov'reign love. Pause. 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heav'n thy glorious throne. 7 Should I suppress my vital breath, To ’scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. 8 If, wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 9 If o’er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard thy law Would turn the shades to light. 10 The beams of moon, the midnight hour Are both alike to thee: – Oh! may I ne’er provoke that power From which I cannot flee. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

The wisdom of God in the formation of man

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #292 (1791) First Line: When I, with pleasing wonder, stand Lyrics: 1 When I, with pleasing wonder, stand, And all my frame survey, Lord! 'tis thy work – I own thy hand Thus built my humble clay. 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possess'd, Where unborn nature grew; Thy wisdom all my features trac'd, And all my members drew. 3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of every part; 'Till the whole scheme, thy thoughts had laid, Was copy'd by thy art. 4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire and wind Shew me thy wond'rous skill; But I review myself, and find Diviner wonders still. 5 Thy awful glories round me shine, My flesh proclaims thy praise; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace. Languages: English

The mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #293a (1791) First Line: Lord, when I count thy merices o'er Lyrics: 1 Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore, To equal numbers rise. 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill; And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal. 3 These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me! Oh! may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee. Scripture: Psalm 139:14-18 Languages: English

Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm!

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #293b (1791) Lyrics: 1 Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm! Behold our rising woes; We trust alone the powerful arm, To scatter all our foes. 2 Their tongue is like a poison'd dart, Their thoughts are full of guile, While rage and carnage swell their heart, They wear a peaceful smile. 3 O God of grace, thy guardian care, When foes without invade, Or spread within a deeper snare, Supplies our constant aid. 4 Let falsehood flee before thy face, Thy heav'nly truth extend, And nations taste thy heav'nly grace, And all delusion end. 5 With daily bread the poor supply; The cause of justice plead, And be thy church exalted high, With Christ the glorious head. Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English

Watchfulness and brotherly love (A Morning and Evening Psalm)

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #294 (1791) First Line: My God, accept my early vows Lyrics: 1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thy house, And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the ev'ning sacrifice. 2 Watch o’er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead. 3 Oh may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wandering way! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 4 When I behold them press'd with grief, I’ll cry to heaven for their relief; And, by my warm petitions, prove How much I prize their faithful love. Scripture: Psalm 141:2-5 Languages: English

God is the hope of the hopeless

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #295a (1791) First Line: To God I made my sorrows known Lyrics: 1 To God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I pour'd out all my grief. 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, My heart began to break; My God, who all my burdens knows, Beholds the way I take. 3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers pass'd me by Neglected or unknown. 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, "Be thou my refuge here." 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me, know I've an almighty friend. 6 From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy name, And holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English