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Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #295b (1791) First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne – Oh! make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass; Behold thy servant pleads thy grace – Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; My wasting life draws near the grave; Make bare thine arm – thy servant save. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen – My heart is desolate within; My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn – When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God forever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distracting fears; Oh! might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show The paths in which my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, I flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heav'nly hill: Let the good spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh, and sin, my foes before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English

Assistance and victory in the spiritual warfare

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #297a (1791) First Line: For ever blessed be the Lord Lyrics: 1 For ever blessed be the Lord, My Saviour and my shield; He sends his spirit with his word, To arm me for the field. 2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care, Instructs me to the heav'nly fight, And guards me through the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine, My fainting hopes shall raise; He makes the glorious vict'ry mine, And his shall be the praise. Scripture: Psalm 144:1-2 Languages: English

The vanity of man, and the condescension of God

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #297b (1791) First Line: Lord, what is man, poor feeble man Lyrics: 1 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first? His life a shadow, light and vain, Still hasting to the dust. 2 O what is feeble dying man, Of all his sinful race, That God should make it his concern, To visit him with grace! 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, And terrors wait his awful frown, How wondrous is his love! Scripture: Psalm 144:3-6 Languages: English

Happy the city, where their sons

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #298a (1791) Lyrics: 1 Happy the city, where their sons Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polish'd stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. 2 Happy the land in culture drest, Whose flocks and corn have large increase; Where men securely work or rest, Nor sons of plunder break the peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself, with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English

The greatness of God

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #298b (1791) First Line: My God, my King, thy various praise Lyrics: 1 My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 'Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream; Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim The sound and honour of thy name. 5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise: And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vast and unsearchable thy ways, Vast and immortal be thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English

The greatness of God

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #299 (1791) First Line: Long as I live I'll bless thy name Lyrics: 1 Long as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great: I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue, And, while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song, Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall through the world be known; Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state, With public splendor shown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. Scripture: Psalm 145:1 Languages: English

The goodness of God

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #300a (1791) First Line: Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heav'nly King: Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies; Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On Thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pard'ning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures with all their endless race, Thy pow'r and praise proclaim; But saints, that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. Scripture: Psalm 145:7-14 Languages: English

Mercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #300b (1791) First Line: Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak Lyrics: 1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sov'reign Lord of all; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distress'd Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest. 3 The Lord supports our sinking days And guides our giddy youth; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pain his servants feel, He hears his children cry, And their best wishes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; He saves the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. [6 His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that serve the Lord shall say, "They sought his aid in vain."] [7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God.] Scripture: Psalm 145:14 Languages: English

Praise God for his goodness and truth

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #301 (1791) First Line: Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine; Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne’er be past, While life and thought, and being last. 3 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel’s God: He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; And none shall find his promise vain. 5 His truth forever stands secure; He saves th’ oppress'd, he feeds the poor; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 6 The Lord to sight restores the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 7 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English

Praise to God for his goodness and truth

Hymnal: PCSC1791 #302 (1791) First Line: I'll praise my Maker with my breath Lyrics: 1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour; Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God: He made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure: He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Let every tongue, let ev'ry age, In this exalted work engage: Praise him in everlasting strains. 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English