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Sactified Afflictions; or, Delight in the Word of God

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #230 (1740) First Line: Father, I bless thy gentle Hand Lyrics: 1 Father, I bless thy gentle Hand; How kind was thy chastizing rod, That forc'd my Conscience to a Stand, And brought my wand'ring Soul to GOD! 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray Ere I had felt thy Scourges, Lord; I left my Guide, and lost my Way; But now I love and keep thy Word. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the Yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's Stroke, That I might learn his Statutes well. 4 The Law that issues from thy Mouth Shall raise my chearful Passions more Than all the Treasures of the South, Or Western Hills of golden Ore. 5 Thy Hands have made my mortal Frame, Thy Spirit form'd my Soul within; Teach me to know thy wond'rous Name, And guard me safe from Death and Sin. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord At my Salvation shall rejoice; For I have hoped in thy Word, And made thy Grace my only Choice. Topics: Afflicted Instruction by them; Afflicted sanctified; Counsel and Support from God; Delight in Law of God; Scripture delight in it Scripture: Psalm 119:67 Languages: English
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Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, A devout Wish for Peade

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #231 (1740) First Line: Thou GOD of Love, thou ever-blest Lyrics: 1 Thou GOD of Love, thou ever-blest, Pity my suff'ring State; When wilt thou set my Soul at Rest From Lips that love Deceit? 2 Hard Lot of mine! Ny Days are cast Among the Sons of Strife, Whose never-ceasing Brawlings waste My golden Hours of Life. 3 O might I fly to change my Place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome Wilderness, And leave these Gates of Hell! 4 Peace is the Blessing that I seek, How lovely are its Charms! I am for Peace; but when I speak, They all declare for Arms. 5 New Passions still their Souls engage, And keep their Malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy Rage, O thou devouring Tongue! 6 Should burning Arrows smite thee through Strict Justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his Heart with Love. Topics: Contention complained of; Evil Neighbors; Peace with men desired; Quarrelsom Neighbors Scripture: Psalm 120 Languages: English
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Divine Protection

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #232a (1740) First Line: Up to the Hills I lift mine Eyes Lyrics: 1 Up to the Hills I lift mine Eyes, Th' eternal Hills beyond the Skies; Thence all her Help my Soul derives; There my Almighty Refuge lies. 2 He lives; the everlasting GOD, That built the World, that spread the Flood; The Heav'ns, with all their Hosts he made, And the dark Regions of the Dead. 3 He guides our Feet, he guards our way; His Morning Smiles bless all the Day; He spreads the Ev'ning Veil, and keeps The silent Hours while Isr'el sleeps. 4 Isr'el, a Name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful Eyes Admit no Slumber nor Surprize. 5 No Sun shall smite thy Head by Day, Nor the pale Moon with sickly Ray Shall blast thy Couch; no baleful Star Dart his malignant Fire so far. 6 Should Earth and Hell with Malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return Safe in the Lord; his heav'nly Care Defends thy Life from ev'ry Snare. 7 On thee foul Spirits have no Pow'r; And in thy last departing Hour, Angels that trace the airy Road Shall bear thee homeward to thy GOD. Topics: Defense in God; God our preserver; Protection by day and night Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English
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Preservation by Day and Night

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #232b (1740) First Line: To Heav'n I lift my waiting eyes Lyrics: 1 To Heav'n I lift my waiting Eyes; There all my Hopes are laid: The Lord, that built the Earth and Skies Is my perpetual Aid. 2 Their Feet shall never slide to fall Whom he designs to keep; His Ear attends the softest Call, His Eyes can never sleep. 3 He will sustain our weakest Pow'rs With his Almighty Arm, And watch our most unguarded Hours Against surprising Harm. 4 Isr'el, rejoice, and rest secure, Thy Keeper is the Lord; His wakeful Eyes employ his Pow'r For thine eternal guard. 5 Nor scorching Sun, nor sickly Moon, Shall have his Leave to smite; He shields thy Head from burning Noon, From blasting Damps at Night. 6 He guards thy Soul, he keeps thy Breath, Where thickest Dangers come: Go, and return, secure from Death, Till GOD commands thee Home. Topics: Defense in God; God our preserver; Protection by day and night Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English
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God our Preserver

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #233 (1740) First Line: Upward I lift mine Eyes Lyrics: 1 Upward I lift mine Eyes, From GOD is all my Aid; The GOD that built the Skies, And Earth and Nature made; GOD is the Tow'r To which I fly; His Grace is nigh In ev'ry Hour. 2 My Feet shall never slide And fall in fatal Snares, Since GOD, my Guard and Guide, Defends me from my Fears. Those wakeful Eyes That never sleep Shall Isra'l keep, When Dangers rise. 3 No burning Heats by Day Nor Blasts of Evening Air, Shall take my Health away, If GOD be with me there: Thou art my Sun, And thou my Shade, To guard my Head By Night or Noon. 4 Hast thou not giv'n thy Word To save my Soul from Death? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal Breath; I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me Home. Topics: Defense in God; God our preserver; Protection by day and night Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English
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Going to Church

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #234 (1740) First Line: How did my Heart rejoice to hear Lyrics: 1 How did my Heart rejoice to hear My Friends devoutly say, "In Sion let us all appear, "And keep the solemn Day!" 2 I love her Gates, I love the Road; The Church adorn'd with Grace, Stands like a Palace built for GOD To shew his milder Face. 3 Up to her Courts with Joys unknown The holy Tribes repair; The Son of David holds his Throne, And sits in Judgment there. 4 He hears our Praises and Complaints; And while his awful Voice Divides the Sinners from the Saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred Place, And Joy a constant Guest; With holy Gifts and heav'nly grace Be her Attendants blest! 6 My Soul shall pray for Sion still, While Life or Breath remains; There my best Friends, my Kindred dwell, There GOD my Saviour reigns. Topics: Church going to it; Church its beauty; Worship public Scripture: Psalm 122 Languages: English
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Going to Church

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #235 (1740) First Line: How pleas'd and blest was I Lyrics: 1 How pleas'd and blest was I, To hear the People cry, "Come, let us seek our GOD to Day;" Yes, with a cheerful Zeal We haste to Sion's hill, And there our Vows and Honours pay. 2 Sion thrice happy Place, Adorn'd with wond'rous Grace, And Walls of Strength embrace thee round; In thee our Tribes appear. To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred Gospel's joyful Sound. 3 There David's greater Son Has fix'd his Royal Throne, He sits for Grace and Judgment there: He bids the Saint be glad, He makes the Sinner sad, And humble Souls rejoice with Fear. 4 May Peace attend thy Gate, And Joy within thee wait To bless the Soul of every Guest! The Man that seeks thy Peace, And wishes thine Increase, A thousand Blessings on him rest! 5 My Tongue repeats her Vows, Peace to this sacred House! For there my Friends and Kindred dwell; And since my glorious GOD Makes thee his best Abode, My Soul shall ever love thee well. [Repeat the 4th Stanza, to complete the Tune) Topics: Church going to it; Church its beauty; Worship public Scripture: Psalm 122 Languages: English
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Pleading with Submission

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #236a (1740) First Line: O Thou whose Grace and Justice reign Lyrics: 1 O Thou whose Grace and Justice reign Enthron'd above the Skies, To Thee our Hearts would tell their Pain, To Thee we lift our Eyes. 2 As Servants watch their Master's Hand, And fear the angry Stroke; Or Maids before their Mistress stand, And wait a peaceful Look; 3 So for our Sins we justly feel Thy Discipline, O GOD; Yet wait the gracious Moment still, Till thou remove thy Rod. 4 Those that in Wealth and Pleasure live, Our daily Groans deride, And thy Delays of Mercy give Fresh Courage to their Pride. 5 Our Foes insult us, but our Hope In thy Compassion lies; This Thought shall bear our Spirits up, That GOD will not despise. Topics: Afflicted Submission to them; Pleading without repining; Resignation; Submission Scripture: Psalm 123 Languages: English
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A Song for the 5th of November

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #236b (1740) First Line: Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say Lyrics: 1 Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say, Had not the Lord maintain'd our Side, When Men, to make our Lives a Prey, Rose like the Swelling of the Tide; 2 The swelling Tide had stopt our Breath, So fiercely did the Waters roll, We had been swallow'd deep in Death; Proud Waters had o'erwhelmed our Soul. 3 We leap for Joy, we shout and sing, Who just escap'd the fatal Stroke; So flies the Gird with chearful Wing, When once the Fowler's snare is broke. 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the Fowler's cursed Snare, Who sav'd us from the murd'ring Sword, And made our Lives and Souls his Care. 5 Our Help is in Jehovah's Name, Who form'd the Earth and built the Skies: He that upholds that wond'rous Frame Guards his own Church with watchful Eyes. Topics: National deliverance; November the 5th Scripture: Psalm 124 Languages: English
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The Saints Trial and Safety

Hymnal: PDIL1740 #237 (1740) First Line: Unshaken as the sacred Hill Lyrics: 1 Unshaken as the sacred Hill, And firm as Mountains be, Firm as a Rock the Soul shall rest That leans, O Lord, on Thee. 2 Not Walls nor Hills could guard so well Old Salem's happy Ground, As those eternal Arms of Love That ev'ry Saint surround. 3 While Tyrants are a smarting Scourge To drive them near to GOD, Divine Compassion does allay The Fury of the Rod. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with Souls sincere, And lead them safely on To the bright Gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone. 5 But if we trace those crooked Ways That the old Serpent drew, The Wrath that drove him first to Hell Shall smite his Foll'wers too. Topics: Afflicted moderated; Grace tried by afflictions Scripture: Psalm 125 Languages: English

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