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The church pleading with God under sore persecution

Appears in 48 hymnals First Line: Will God for ever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath forever smoke Against the people of his love – His little chosen flock? 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought With their Redeemer’s blood; Nor let thy Zion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang Thy foes profanely rage; Amid thy gates their ensigns hang, And there their hosts engage. 5 How are the seats of worship broke? They tear the buildings down, And he that deals the heaviest stroke Procures the chief renown. 6 With flames they threaten to destroy Thy children in their rest; "Come let us burn at once" (they cry) "The temple and the priest." 7 And, still to heighten our distress, Thy presence is withdrawn; Thy wanted signs of power and grace, Thy power and grace are gone. 8 No prophet speaks to calm our grief, But all in silence mourn; Nor know the times of our relief The hour of thy return. Pause. 9 How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme; Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? 10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy name profan'd – And still thy jealousy forbear, And still with-hold thine hand? 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shewn In ages long before? And now no other God we own, No other God adore. 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea By thy resistless might, To make thy tribes a wondrous way, And then secure their flight. 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? 14 Hath not thy power form'd ev'ry coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer’s heat, and winter’s frost, In their perpetual rounds? 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred pow'r blaspheme? Will not thy hand that form'd them first Avenge thine injur'd name? 16 Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade And vex thy trembling dove. 17 Our foes would triumph in our blood, And make our hope their jest; Plead thine own cause, almighty God, And give thy children rest. Scripture: Psalm 74

Melancholy assaulting and hope prevailing

Appears in 54 hymnals First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might withhold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind – His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off – His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77

The punishment of luxury and intemperance; or, Chastisement and salvation

Appears in 25 hymnals First Line: When Israel sinn'd, the Lord reprov'd Lyrics: 1 When Israel sinn'd, the Lord reprov'd, And fill'd their hearts with dread; Yet he forgave the men he lov'd, And sent them heav'nly bread. 2 He fed them with a lib'ral hand, And made his treasures known; He gave the midnight clouds command To pour provision down. 3 The manna, like a morning show'r Lay thick around their feet; The food of heav'n, so light, so pure, As though 'twere angels meat. 4 But they, in murm'ring language said, "Is manna all our feast? "We loathe this light, this airy bread; "We must have flesh to taste." 5 "Ye shall have flesh to please your lust," The Lord in wrath reply'd; And sent them quails like sand, or dust, Heap'd up on every side. 6 He gave them all their own desire; And, greedy, as they fed, His vengeance burnt with secret fire, And smote the rebels dead. 7 When some were slain the rest return'd, And sought the Lord with tears; Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd, But soon forgot their fears. 8 Oft he chastis'd, and still forgave, 'Till, by his gracious hand, The nation he resolv'd to save Possess'd the promis'd land. Scripture: Psalm 78

The church's prayer under affliction; or, The vineyard of God wasted

Appears in 92 hymnals First Line: Great Shepherd of thine Isreal Lyrics: 1 Great Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And led the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep – 2 Thy church is in the desert, Lord, Shine from on high, and light afford; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. 3 Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return? How long shall thy fierce anger burn? 4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. Pause the First. 5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands; Did not thy power defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground? 6 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with the fruit? But now, dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? Strangers and foes against her join, And ev'ry beast devours the vine. 8 Return, almighty God, return; Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. Pause the Second. 9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou wast its strength and glory too! Attack'd in vain by all its foes, 'Till the fair branch of promise rose. 10 Fair branch, ordain'd of old to shoot From David’s stock, from Jacob’s root; Himself a noble vine, and we The lesser branches of the tree. 11 ’Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand, Girt with thy strength, at thy right hand; Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and bless'd With pow'r and grace above the rest. 12 O! for his sake, attend our cry, Shine on thy churches, lest they die; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80

The warning of God to his people; or, Spiritual blessings and punishments

Appears in 48 hymnals First Line: Sing to the Lord aloud Lyrics: 1 Sing to the Lord aloud, And make a joyful noise; God is our strength, our Saviour God; Let Israel hear his voice. 2 “From idols false and vain, "Preserve my rites divine; "I am the Lord who broke thy chain "Of slavery and of sin. 3 "Stretch thy desires abroad, "And I’ll supply them well; "But if ye will refuse your God, "If Israel will rebel; 4 "I’ll leave them," saith the Lord, "To their own lusts a prey, "And let them run the dang'rous road; "’Tis their own chosen way. 5 "Yet, O! that all my saints, "Would hearken to my voice! "Soon I would ease their sore complaints, "And bid their hearts rejoice. 6 "While I destroy their foes, "I’ll richly feed my flock, "And they shall taste the stream that flows "From their eternal rock." Scripture: Psalm 81:1

Waiting for an answer to prayer; or, Deliverance begun and completed

Appears in 43 hymnals First Line: Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind, Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom; So God forgave when Israel sinn'd, And brought his wand'ring captives home. 2 Thou hast begun to set us free, And made thy fiercest wrath abate: Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee, And thy salvation be complete. 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy saints in thee rejoice; Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word; We wait for praise to tune our vice. 4 We wait to hear what God will say; He’ll speak and give his people peace: But let them run no more astray, Lest his returning wrath increase. Scripture: Psalm 85:1-8

Loss of friends, and absence of divine grace

Appears in 24 hymnals First Line: O God of my salvation, hear Lyrics: 1 O God of my salvation, hear My nightly groan, my daily prayer, That still employ my wasting breath; My soul, declining to the grave, Implores thy sov'reign pow'r to save From dark despair and lasting death. 2 Thy wrath lies heavy on my soul, And waves of sorrows o'er me roll, While dust and silence spread the gloom: My friends belov'd in happier days, The dear companions of my ways, Descend around me to the tomb. 3 As lost in lonely grief I tread The mournful mansions of the dead, Or to some throng'd assembly go; Through all alike I rove alone, While, here forgotten, there unknown, The change renews my piercing woe. 4 And why will God neglect my call? Or who shall profit by my fall, When life departs and love expires? Can dust and darkness praise the Lord? Or wake, or brighten at his word, And tune the harp with heav'nly quires? 5 Yet, thro' each melancholy day, I've pray'd to thee, and still will pray, Imploring still thy kind return — But oh! my friends, my comfort's fled, And all my kindred of the dead Recall my wandering thoughts to mourn. Scripture: Psalm 88

The power and majesty of God; or, Reverential worship

Appears in 129 hymnals First Line: With reverence let the saints appear Lyrics: 1 With reverence let the saints appear, And bow before the Lord, His high commands with reverence hear, And tremble at his word. 2 How terrible thy glories rise! How bright thine armies shine! Where is the power with thee that vies, Or truth compar'd with thine? 3 The northern pole and southern rest On thy supporting hand; Darkness and day from east to west, Move round at thy command. 4 Thy words the raging winds controul, And rule the boisterous deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. 5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea are thine, And the dark world of hell; They saw thine arm in vengeance shine When Egypt durst rebel. 6 Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet wondrous is thy grace! While truth and mercy, join'd in one, Invite us near thy face. Scripture: Psalm 89:7-14

Think, mighty God, on feeble man

Appears in 71 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Think, mighty God, on feeble man, How few his hours, how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave: Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or pow'r to save? 2 Lord, shall it be for ever said, "The race of man was only made "For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?" Are not thy servants, day by day Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? 3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son And all his seed, a heavenly crown! But flesh and sense indulge dispair; For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward, For all their toil, reproach and pain; Let all below, and all above, Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat their loud Amen.

Man mortal, and God eternal

Appears in 161 hymnals First Line: Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God Lyrics: 1 Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode: High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 2 Long had'st thou reign'd ere time began, Or dust was fashion'd to a man: And long thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity: Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return ye sinners, to your dust." [4 A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account, Like yesterday's departed light; Or the last watch of ending night.] Pause. 5 Death like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away – our life's a dream; An empty tale – a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an hour. [6 Our age to sev'nty years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh, and groan than live. 7 But oh how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread! We fear the power that strikes us dead.] 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, 'Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90