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For the Lord's Day Morning

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #5 (1793) First Line: Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness, Make every path of duty strait, And plain before my face. Pause. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design, To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust, For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfill'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English
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Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #6a (1793) First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans; And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English
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Temptations in Sickness overcome

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #6b (1793) First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lyrics: 1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: My bed is water'd with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English
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God's Care of his People, and Punishment of Persecutors

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #7 (1793) First Line: My trust is in my heavenly Friend Lyrics: 1 My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in thee, my God: Rise, and my helpless life defend, From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul to pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey, When no deliverer’s near. 3 If e'er my pride provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let them tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour low. 4 If there be malice found in me, I know thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to thee, Nor ask my God to rise. 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand, Their pride and pow'r controul; Awake to judgment, and command Deliv'rance for my soul. Pause. 6 Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust: Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just! 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend th' upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread, A snare before my way; Their mischiefs on their impious head, His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword: Awake my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the LORD. Scripture: Psalm 7 Languages: English
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The Hosanna of the Children; or, Infants praising God

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #8c (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Almighty Ruler of the skies Lyrics: 1 Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro' the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise O'er all the heav'ns thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young There sounding notes of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound. 4 Children amidst thy temple throng To see their great Redeemer's face; The Son of David, is their song, And loud Hosannas fill the place. 5 The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their breasts, While Jewish babes proclaim their King. Scripture: Psalm 8:102 Languages: English
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Adam and Christ, Lords of the Old and New Creation

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #8d (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Lord, what was man, when made at first Lyrics: 1 Lord, what was man when made at first, Adam, the offspring of the dust That thou should'st set him and his race, But just below an angel's place? 2 That thou should'st raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below; Make ev'ry beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet? 3 But O! what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state? What honours shall thy Son adorn; Who condescended to be born? 4 See him below his angels made; Behold him number'd with the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin; But he shall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall; New made and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet. Scripture: Psalm 8:3-9 Languages: English
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GOD"s Sovereignty and Goodness; and Man's Dominion over the Creatures

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #8a (1793) First Line: O Lord, our heav'nly King Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high I raise my wond'ring eyes, And see the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darksome skies: 3 When I survey the stars And all their shining forms, LORD, what is man, that worthless thing, A-kin to dust and worms? 4 LORD, what is worthless man, That thou should'st love him so? Next to thine angels is he plac'd, And lord of all below. 5 Thine honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways: Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise. 7 [From mouths of feeble babes And sucklings, thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name! And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth is spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English
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Christ's Condescension and Glorification; or God made Man

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #8b (1793) First Line: O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great Lyrics: 1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold your works on high, The moon that rules the night, The shining stars that grace the sky, Those moving worlds of light' 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou should'st visit him with grace, And love his nature so? 4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than the angels are, To save a dying worm. 5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Behold obedient nature own, His Godhead and his power. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 These smaller glories of the Son, Shone through the fleshy cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him Gid==od. 8 Let him with majesty be crown'd, Who bow'd his head to death; And his eternal honours sound, From all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let the whole earth proclaim. Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English
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The Wisdom and Equity of Providence

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #9b (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: When the great Judge, supreme and just Lyrics: 1 When the great Judge, supreme and just, Shall once enquire for blood; The humble souls that mourn in dust, Shall find a faithful God. 2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise: In Zion’s gates, with cheerful breath, They sing their Father’s praise. 3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet, Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgment, mighty God, Are thy deep counsels known: When men of mischief are destroy'd, In snares that were their own. Pause. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; Thy wrath devour the lands, That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Though saints to sore distress are brought, And wait, and long complain, Their cries shall never be forgot, Nor shall their hopes be vain. 7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain, Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] Scripture: Psalm 9:12 Languages: English
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Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment Seat

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #9a (1793) First Line: With my whole heart I'll raise my song Lyrics: 1 With my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim, Thou sov'reign judge of right and wrong Wilt put thy foes to shame. 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace; My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness, And make his vengeance known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor oppress'd; To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. 4 The men that know thy name will trust In thy abundant grace; For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Who humbly seek thy face. 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill, Who executes his threat'ning word, Whose works his grace fulfil. Scripture: Psalm 9 Languages: English

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