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The Kingdom of Christ

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #72a (1793) First Line: Great God, whose universal sway Lyrics: 1 Great God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heaven submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With pow'r he vindicates the just, And treads th' oppressor in the dust; His worship and his far shall last, Till hours and years, and time be past. 4 As rain on meadows, newly mown, So shall he send his influence down; His grace on fainting souls distils, Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills. 5 The heathen lands that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 6 The saints shall flourish in his days, Drest in the robes of joy and praise: Peace, like a river from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English

Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #72b (1793) First Line: Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Lyrics: 1 Jesus shall reign where e'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 [Behold the nations with their kings; There Europe her best tribute brings; From north to south the princes meet To pay their homage at his feet. 3 There Persia, glorious to behold, And India shines in eastern gold; While Western empires own their Lord And savage tribes attend his word.] 4 For him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With ev'ry morning sacrifice. 5 People and realms of ev'ry tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant-voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns The joyful pris'ner bursts his chains: The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 7 [Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost. 8 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring, Peculiar honours to our King: Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud amen.] Scripture: Psalm 72 Languages: English

God our Portion here and hereafter

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #73b (1793) First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help for ever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Thro' life's bewilder'd race; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 Were I in heav'n without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. 4 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint, God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of ev'ry saint. 5 Behold the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol-gods they love Can save them when they cry. 6 But to draw near to thee, my God Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28 Languages: English

The Prosperity of Sinners cursed

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #73c (1793) First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked plac'd on high, In pride and robes of honour shine. 2 But, Oh their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. 4 Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee! Like dreams, as fleeting and as vain, Their songs of softest harmony, Are but a preface to their pain. 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood? Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English

Afflicted Saints happy, and prosperous Sinners cursed

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #73a (1793) First Line: Now I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind Lyrics: 1 Now I’m convinc'd the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere, Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd, And border'd on despair. 2 I griev'd to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, “How pleasant and profane they live! "How peaceful is their death! 3 "With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes "They lay their fears to sleep; "Against the heav'ns their slanders rise, "While saints in silence weep. 4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray, "And cleanse my heart in vain; "For I am chast'ned all the day, "The night renews my pain." 5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints, I felt my heart reprove; "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, "And grieve the men I love." 6 But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe; 'Till I retir'd to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. 7 There as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner’s feet High mounted on a slipp'ry place Beside a fiery pit. 8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, 'Till at thy frown he fell; His honours in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. 9 Lord what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace, And think the wicked blest. 10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by pow'r unknown: That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

The Mystery of Providence unfolded

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #73d (1793) First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: 1 Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Tho' men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes, In robes of honour shine. [3 Pamper'd with wonton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair, Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure, Thro' all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. 5 Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God: Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears Indulg'd my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies?" 7 The tumult of my thought Held me in hard suspense, 'Till to thy house my feet were brought To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word with light and pow'r Did my mistake amend; I view'd the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. 9 On what a slipp'ry steep The thoughtless wretches go; And Oh! that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine: I call my God my portion now, And all my pow'rs are thine. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

The Church pleading with God under sore Persecution

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #74 (1793) First Line: Will God forever cast us off! Lyrics: 1 Will God for ever cast us off! His wrath for ever 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 Sion be forgot, Where once thy glory stood. 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wild 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 pow'r and grace, Thy pow'r 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 withold thine hand? 11 What strange deliv'rance hast thou shown 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 wond'rous 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 pow'r 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 Languages: English

Praise to God for the Return of Peace

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #75 (1793) First Line: To thee, most high and holy God Lyrics: 1 To thee, most high and holy God, To thee our thankful hearts we raise; Thy works declare thy name abroad, Thy wond'rous works demand our praise. 2 To slav'ry doom'd, thy chosen sons Beheld their foes triumphant rise; And sore opprest by earthly thrones, They sought the Sov'reign of the skies. 3 'Twas then, great God, with equal pow'r Arose thy veng'ance and thy grace, To scourge their legions from the shore, And save the rem'nant of thy race. 4 Thy hand that form'd the restless main, And rear'd the mountain's awful head, Bade raging seas their course restrain, And desert wilds receive their dead. 5 Such wonders never come by chance, Nor can the winds such blessings blow; 'Tis God the judge doth one advance, 'Tis God that lays another low. 6 Let haughty tyrants sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their impious thoughts aside, And own the empire God hath made. Scripture: Psalm 75 Languages: English

Israel saved, and the Assyrians destroyed; or, God's vengeance against his Enemies proceeds from his Church

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #76 (1793) First Line: In Judah God of old was known Lyrics: 1 In Judah God of old was known; His name in Israel great; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Sion was his seat. 2 Among the praises of his saints, His dwelling there he chose; There he receiv'd their just complaints Against their haughty foes. 3 From Sion went his dreadful word, And broke the threat'ning spear; The bow, the arrows, and the sword, And crush'd th' Assyrian war. 4 What are the earth’s wide kingdoms else But mighty hills of prey? The hill on which Jehovah dwells Is glorious more than they. 5 ’Twas Sion’s king that stopp'd the breath Of captains and their bands; The men of might sleep fast in death, That quells their warlike hands. 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob’s God, Both horse and chariot fell: Who knows the terrors of thy rod! Thy veng'ance who can tell? 7 What pow'r can stand before thy sight When once thy wrath appears? When heav'n shines round with dreadful light, The earth adores and fears. 8 When God in his own sov'reign ways Comes down to save the opprest, The wrath of men shall work his praise, And he’ll restrain the rest. [9 Vows to the Lord, and tribute bring, Ye princes, fear his frown; His terrors shake the proudest king, And smite his armies down. 10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke Our haughty foes shall feel; For Jacob’s God hath not forsook, But dwells in Sion still.] Languages: English

Comfort derived from ancient Providence; or, Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to canaan

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #77b (1793) First Line: How awful is thy chast'ning rod! Lyrics: 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod! "(May thy own children say;) "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! "How holy is his way!" 2 I'll meditate his works of old, Who reigns in heav'n above, I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 He saw the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry; Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of pious Jacob seem'd Abandon'd to their foes; But his almighty arm redeem'd The nation whom he chose. 5 From slavish chains he sets them free They follow where he calls; He bade them venture thro' the sea, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey thro' the sea, Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown; Terrors attend the wond'rous way That brings thy mercies down. [8 Thy voice with terror in the sound Thro' clouds and darkness broke; All heav'n in lightening shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows thro' the skies were hurl'd; How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world, And his own saints ador'd. 10 He gave them water from the rock; And safe by Moses' hand, Thro' a dry desert led his flock To Canaan's promis'd land.] Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English