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What though no flow'rs the fig-tree clothe
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #R32 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 What though no flow’rs the fig-tree clothe,
though vines their fruit deny,
the labour of the olive fail,
and fields no meat supply?
2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise,
my flock cut off I see;
though famine pine in empty stalls,
where herds were wont to be?
3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
and glory in his love;
in him I’ll joy, who will the God
of my salvation prove.
4 He to my tardy feet shall lend
the swiftness of the roe;
till, rais'd on high, I safely dwell
beyond the reach of woe.
5 God is the treasure of my soul,
the source of lasting joy;
a joy which want shall not impair,
nor death itself destroy. Scripture: Habakkuk 3:17-18 Languages: English Tune Title: HUDDERSFIELD
What though no flow'rs the fig-tree clothe
Against a wicked race, O God
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P43b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Against a wicked race, O God,
plead thou my cause, judge me;
from the unjust and crafty man
O do thou set me free.
2 For thou the God art of my strength;
why thrust me then away?
And for the oppression of the foe
why mourn I all the day?
3 O send thy light forth and thy truth;
let them be guides to me,
and bring me to thine holy hill,
even where thy dwellings be.
4 Then will I to God's altar go,
to God my chiefest joy:
yea, God, my God, thy name to praise
my harp I will employ.
5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul?
What should discourage thee?
And why with vexing thoughts art thou
disquieted in me?
Still trust in God; for him to praise
good cause I yet shall have:
he of my countenance is the health,
my God that doth me save. Scripture: Psalm 43 Languages: English Tune Title: HUDDERSFIELD
Against a wicked race, O God
O Sun of Righteousnes, arise
Hymnal: Methodist Tune Book #90 (1881) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English Tune Title: HUDDERSFIELD
O Sun of Righteousnes, arise
O let my earnest prayer and cry
Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #P95 (1897) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 119:169-176 Languages: English Tune Title: HUDDERSFIELD
O let my earnest prayer and cry
The Lord is just in all his ways
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P145d (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 17 The Lord is just in all his ways,
holy in his works all.
18 He’s near to all that call on him,
in truth that on him call.
19 He will accomplish the desire
of those that do him fear:
he also will deliver them,
and he their cry will hear.
20 The Lord preserves all who him love,
that nought can them annoy:
but he all those that wicked are
will utterly destroy.
21 My mouth the praises of the Lord
shall constantly proclaim;
and let all flesh for ever give
praise to his holy name. Scripture: Psalm 145:17-21 Languages: English Tune Title: HUDDERSFIELD
The Lord is just in all his ways
Praise ye the Lord; for it is good
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P147a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; for it is good
praise to our God to sing:
for it is pleasant, and to praise
is a becoming thing.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
and he it is alone
that the dispersed of Israel
doth gather into one.
3 Those that are broken in their heart
and grieved in their minds,
he healeth, and their painful wounds
he tenderly up-binds.
4 He counts the number of the stars;
he names them every one.
5 Great is our Lord, and of great power;
his wisdom search can none.
6 The Lord lifts up the meek; and casts
the wicked to the ground.
7 Sing to the Lord, and give him thanks;
on harp his praises sound;
8 who covereth the heaven with clouds,
prepareth rain, who maketh grass
upon the mountains grow.
9 He gives the beast his food, he feeds
the ravens young that cry.
10 His pleasure not in horses’ strength,
nor in man’s legs doth lie.
11 But in all those that do him fear
the Lord doth pleasure take;
in those that to his mercy do
in hope themselves betake.
12 The Lord praise, O Jerusalem;
Zion, thy God confess:
13 for thy gates’ bars he maketh strong;
thy sons in thee doth bless.
14 He in thy borders maketh peace;
with fine wheat filleth thee.
15 He sends forth his command on earth,
his word runs speedily.
16 Hoar-frost, like ashes, scattereth he;
like wool he snow doth give:
17 like morsels casteth forth his ice;
who in its cold can live?
18 He sendeth forth his mighty word,
and melteth them again;
his wind he makes to blow, and then
the waters flow amain.
19 The doctrine of his holy word
to Jacob he doth show;
his statutes and his judgments he
gives Israel to know.
20 Of other nations unto none
such favour shown hath he;
And they his judgments have not known.
Praise to the Lord give ye. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English Tune Title: HUDDERSFIELD
Praise ye the Lord; for it is good
