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The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #51c (1793) First Line: O thou who hear'st when sinners cry Lyrics: 1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let thy good spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight; Thine holy joys, my God restore, And guard me, that I fall no more. 4 Though I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford: And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. 5 A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die. 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord my strength and righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

A Penitent pleading for Pardon

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #51a (1793) First Line: Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive Lyrics: 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass The pow'r and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found! 3 O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offenses pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear? 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

The Folly of Self-Dependance

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #52b (1793) First Line: Why should the haughty hero boast Lyrics: 1 Why should the haughty hero boast His vengeful arm, his warlike host? While blood defiles his cruel hand, And desolation wastes the land. 2 He joys to hear the captive's cry, The widow's groan, the orphan's sigh; And when the weary'd sword would spare, His falsehood spreads the fatal snare. 3 He triumphs in the deeds of wrong, And arms with rage his impious tongue; With pride proclaims his dreadful pow'r, And b ids the trembling world adore. 4 But God beholds, and with a frown, Casts to the dust his honours down; The righteous freed, their hopes recal, And hail the proud oppressor's fall. 5 How low the insulting tyrant lies, Who dar'd th' eternal Pow'r despise; And vainly deem'd with envious joy, His arm Almighty to destroy. 6 We praise the Lord, who heard our cries, And sent salvation from the skies; The saints, who saw our mournful days, Shall join our grateful songs of praise. Scripture: Psalm 52 Languages: English

The Disappointment of the Wicked

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #52a (1793) First Line: Why should the mighty make their boast Lyrics: 1 Why should the mighty make their boast, And heav'nly grace despise? In their own arm they put their trust, And fill their mouth with lies. 2 But God in vengeance shall destroy, And drive them from his face; No more shall they his church annoy, Nor find on earth a place. 3 But like a cultur'd olive grove, Drest in immortal green, Thy children blooming in thy love, Amid thy courts are seen. 4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord, Thy saints shall rest secure, And all who trust thy holy word, Shall find salvation sure. Scripture: Psalm 52 Languages: English

Victory and Deliverance from Persecution

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #53 (1793) First Line: Are all the foes of Sion fools Lyrics: 1 Are all the foes of Sion fools, Who thus destroy her saints? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints? 2 They shall be siez'd with sad surprise; For God's avenging arm Shall crush the hand that dares arise, To do his children harm. 3 In vain the sons of satan boast Of armies in array; When God has first despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey. 4 Oh for a word from Sion's King, Her captives to restore! The joyful saints thy praise shall sing, And Isr'el weep no more. Scripture: Psalm 53:4-6 Languages: English

Behold us, Lord, and let our cry

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #54 (1793) Lyrics: 1 Behold us, Lord, and let our cry Before thy throne ascend, Cast thou on us a pitying eye, And still our lives defend. 2 For slaught'ring foes insult us round, Oppressive, proud and vain, They cast thy temples to the ground, And all our rites profane. 3 Yet thy forgiving grace we trust, And in thy pow'r rejoice; Thine arm shall crush our foes to dust, Thy praise inspire our voice. 4 Be thou with those whose friendly hand Upheld us in distress, Extend thy truth through ev'ry land, And still thy people bless. Scripture: Psalm 54 Languages: English

Let sinners take their course

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #55b (1793) Lyrics: 1 Let sinners take their course, And choose the road to death; But in the worship of my God I'll spend my daily breath. 2 My thoughts address his throne, When morning brings the light; I'll seek his blessing ev'ry noon, And pay my vows at night. 3 Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God, While sinners perish in surprise Beneath thine angry rod. 4 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, They neither fear nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. 5 But I with all my cares, Will lean upon the Lord; I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word. 6 His arm shall well sustain The children of his love; The ground on which their safety stands, No earthly pow'r can move. Scripture: Psalm 55:15-17 Languages: English

Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #55a (1793) First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics: 1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries, Behold my flowing tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears. 2 Their rage is level'd at my life, My soul with guilt they load, And fill my thoughts with inward strife, To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pains my heart=strings wound, I groan with ev'ry breath; Horror and fear beset me round Amongst the shades of death. 4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings; I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. 7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God, on whom I call, Can save me here as well. Pause. 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny. 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid. 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word, That saints shall never fall. 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days. Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English

Deliverance from Oppression and Falsehood: or, God's Care of his People, in answer to Faith and Prayer

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #56 (1793) First Line: O thou whose justice reigns on high Lyrics: 1 O thou whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. 2 The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word. 3 In God most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. 4 They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; For mischiefs all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts. 5 Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand? Oh cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand! Pause. 6 God sees the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thy mercy counts my just complaints, And numbers all my tears. 7 When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee: So swift is pray'r to reach the sky, So near is God to me. 8 In thee most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust. 9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I’ll sing "how faithful is thy word! "How righteous all thy ways!" 10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death, Oh set thy pris'ner free, That heart and hand, and life and breath May be employ'd for thee. Scripture: Psalm 56 Languages: English

Praise for Protection; Grace and Truth

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #57 (1793) First Line: My God in whom are all the springs Lyrics: 1 My God in whom are all the springs, Of boundless love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; He sends his angel from the sky, And saves me from the threat'ning storm. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav'ns where angels dwell; Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. 4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise Immortal honours to thy name; Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame. 5 High o’er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. 6 Be thou exalted, O my God, Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell; Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. Scripture: Psalm 57 Languages: English