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Breathing after Heaven

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #90d (1793) First Line: Return, O God of love, return Lyrics: 1 Return, O God of love, return; Earth is a tiresome place; How long shall we, thy children, mourn Our absence from thy face? 2 Let heav'n succeed our painful years, Let sin and sorrow cease, And in proportion to our tears So make our joys increase. 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thy own work complete; Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own thy love was great. 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne In all thy beauty Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a divine reward. Scripture: Psalm 90:13-17 Languages: English

Man mortal, and God eternal: A mournful Song at a Funeral

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #90a (1793) 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 ere 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 into 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 seventy 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 pow'r that strikes us dead. 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out the span, 'Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

Safety in Public Diseases and Dangers

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #91a (1793) First Line: He that hath made his refuge God Lyrics: 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, "My God, thy pow'r "Shall be my fortress and my tow'r; "I that am form'd of feeble dust Make thine Almighty arm my trust." 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care Shall keep the from the fowler’s snare; From Satan's wiles, who still betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood, From birds of prey that seek their blood, The Lord his faithful saints shall guard, And endless life be their reward. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire; God is their life, his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Isra'l is safe: the poison'd air Grows pure, if Isra'l’s God be there. Pause. 7 What tho' a thousand at thy side, Around thy path ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Past all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7 Languages: English

Protection from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and Deliverance

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #91b (1793) First Line: Ye sons of men, a feeble race Lyrics: 1 Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Expos'd to ev'ry snare, Come make the Lord, your dwelling place, And try and trust his care. 2 No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise his saints on high. 3 He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. 4 Their hand shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones; Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons? 5 Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter's wiles defeat: He that hath bruis'd the serpent's head Puts him beneath your feet. 6 "Because on me they set their love, "I'll save them, saith the Lord; "I'll bear their joyful souls above, "Destruction and the sword. 7 "My grace shall answer when they call, "In trouble I'll be nigh; "My pow'r shall help them when they fall, "And raise them when they die. 8 "Those that on earth my name have known, "I'll honour them in heav'n; "There my salvation shall be shown, "And endless life be giv'n." Scripture: Psalm 91:9-16 Languages: English

The Church is the Garden of God

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #92b (1793) First Line: Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand Lyrics: 1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thine hand; Let me within thy courts be seen Like a young cedar fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive) Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they show, The Lord is holy just and true; None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind. Scripture: Psalm 92:12-15 Languages: English

A Psalm for the Lord's Day

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #92a (1793) First Line: Sweet is the work, my God, my King Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal care shall seize my breast, O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word, Thy works of grace how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, 'till thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil to cheer my head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more: My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. 7 Then shall I see and hear and know All I desir'd, or wish'd below; And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy. Scripture: Psalm 92 Languages: English

TheEternal and Sovereign God

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #93a (1793) First Line: Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light Lyrics: 1 Jehovah reigns: he dwells in light, Girded with majesty and might: The world created by his hands Still on its first foundation stands. 2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundation laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God. 3 Like floods the angry nations rise, And aim their rage against the skies; Vain floods, that aim their rage so high! At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 For ever shall thy throne endure; Thy promise stands for ever sure; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. Scripture: Psalm 93 Languages: English

The Lord Jehovah reigns

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #93c (1793) Lyrics: 1 The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains, His head with awful glories crown'd; Array'd in robes of light, Begirt with sov'reign might, And rays of majesty around. 2 Upheld by thy commands The world securely stands, And skies and stars obey thy word: Thy throne was fixt on high Ere stars adorn'd the sky; Eternal is thy kingdom Lord. 3 In vain the noisy croud, Like billows fierce and loud, Against thine empire rage and roar; In vain with angry spite The surly nations fight, And dash like waves against the shore. 4 Let floods and nations rage, And all their pow'r engage, Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne for ever stands on high. 5 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new, There fix'd thy church shall ne'er remove; Thy saints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. 6 Let floods and nations rage, And all their pow'r engage, Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne for ever stands on high. Scripture: Psalm 93 Languages: English

The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #93b (1793) Lyrics: 1 The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high; His robes of state are strength and majesty: This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word and 'stablish'd by his hand: Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead is the firm foundation. 2 God is th' eternal king; thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions to confound thy reign; In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise, And roar, and toss their waves against the skies; Foaming at heav'n they rage with wild commotion; But heav'n's high arches scorn the swelling ocean. 3 Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods be still; And thou, mad world, submissive to his will: Built on his truth his church must ever stand; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand; See his own sons, when they appear before him, Bow at his footstool and with fear adore him. Scripture: Psalm 93 Languages: English

Saints chastised, and Sinners destroyed; or, Instructive Afflcitions

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #94a (1793) First Line: O God! to whom revenge belongs Lyrics: 1 O God! to whom revenge belongs, Proclaim thy wrath aloud; Let sov'reign pow'r redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. 2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the vain be wise? Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his pow'r: His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. 4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providence, thy sacred book Shall make them know their God. 5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. 6 But God will ne’er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer’s sake. Scripture: Psalm 94:1-2 Languages: English