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Lord God, my Saviour, day and night
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P88 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord God, my Saviour, day and night
before thee cried have I.
2 Before thee let my prayer come;
give ear unto my cry.
3 For troubles great do fill my soul;
my life draws night the grave.
4 I'm counted with those that go down
to death, and no strength have.
5 Free midst the dead, like to the slain
that in the grave do lie;
cut off from thy hand, whom no more
thou hast in memory.
6 Thou hast me laid in lowest pit,
in deeps and darksome caves;
7 thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hast
me pressed with all they waves.
8 Thou hast put far from me my friends,
made me their scorn to know;
and I am so shut up that I
no longer forth can go.
9 By reason of my deep distress,
mine eye doth waste away;
to thee, Lord, I call, and stretch
my hands out every day.
10 Wilt thou show wonders to the dead?
shall they rise and thee bless?
11 Shall in the grave thy love be told?
in death thy faithfulness?
12 Shall thy great wonders in the dark,
or shall thy righteousness
be known to any in the land
of deep forgetfulness?
13 But, Lord, to thee I cried; my prayer
at morn shall come to thee.
14 Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul,
and hide thy face from me?
15 Distressed am I, and from my youth
I ready am to die,
thy terrors I have borne, and am
distracted fearfully.
16 By thy fierce wrath I'm overwhelmed,
cut off by dread of thee;
17 like floods thy terrors round me close,
all day they compass me.
18 My friends thou hast put far from me,
and him that did me love;
and those that mine acquaintance were
to darkness didst remove. Scripture: Psalm 88 Languages: English Tune Title: BANGOR
Lord God, my Saviour, day and night
How wretched was our former state
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R56a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How wretched was our former state,
when, slaves to Satan’s sway,
with hearts disorder'd and impure,
o’erwhelmed in sin we lay!
2 But, O my soul! for ever praise,
for ever love his name,
who turn'd thee from the fatal paths
of folly, sin, and shame.
3 Vain and presumptuous is the trust
which in our works we place,
salvation from a higher source
flows to the human race.
4 ’Tis from the mercy of our God
that all our hopes begin;
his mercy sav'd our souls from death,
and wash'd our souls from sin.
5 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,
its sacred fire imparts,
refines our dross, and love divine
rekindles in our hearts.
6 Thence rais'd from death, we live anew;
and, justify'd by grace,
we hope in glory to appear,
and see our Father’s face.
7 Let all who hold this faith and hope
in holy deeds abound;
thus faith approves itself sincere,
by active virtue crown'd. Scripture: Titus 3:3-9 Languages: English Tune Title: BEDFORD (1st form)
How wretched was our former state
