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Complaint of quarrelsome Neighbours; or, a devout Wife for Peace

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #120 (1793) 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! my days are cast, Among the sons of strife, Whose never ceasing quarrels 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 thro', Strict justice would approve; But I would rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love. Languages: English

Preservation by Day and Night

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #121b (1793) 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 stedfast feet shall never 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 Isra'l 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. Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English

Divine Protection

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #121a (1793) 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 lives. 2 He lives, the everlasting God That built the world, that spread the flood; The heav'ns with all their host he made, And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smiles adorn the day: He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps The silent hours while Isra'l sleeps. 4 Isra'l, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber, nor surprise. 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch; nor baleful star Darts 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. Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English

God our Preserver

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #121c (1793) 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. Scripture: Psalm 121 Languages: English

Going to Church

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #122a (1793) First Line: How did my heart rejoice to hear Lyrics: 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion 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 flesh shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns. Scripture: Psalm 122 Languages: English

Going to Church

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #122b (1793) First Line: How pleas'd and bless'd was I Lyrics: 1 How pleas'd and bless'd was I, To hear the people cry, Come, let us seek our God to day! Yes, with a cheerful zeal We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. 2 Zion, 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 ev'ry 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. 6 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of ev'ry guest; The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest! Scripture: Psalm 122 Languages: English

Pleading with Submission

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #123 (1793) 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 servant's 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. Scripture: Psalm 123 Languages: English

God gives Victory

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #124 (1793) First Line: Had not the God of truth and love Lyrics: 1 Had not the God of truth and love, When hosts against us rose, Display'd his veng'ance from above, And crush'd the conqu'ring foes; 2 Their armies like a raging flood, Had swept the guardless land, Destroy'd on earth his bless'd abode, And whelm'd our feeble band. 3 But safe beneath his spreading shield His sons securely rest, Defy the dangers of the field, And bear the fearless breast. 4 And now our souls shall bless the Lord, Who broke the deadly snare; Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword, And made our lives his care. 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who form'd the heav'ns above; He that supports their wond'rous frame Can guard his church by love. Scripture: Psalm 124 Languages: English

The Saint's Trial and Safety; or, moderated Afflictions

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #125b (1793) First Line: Firm and unmov'd are they Lyrics: 1 Firm and unmov'd are they, That rest their souls on God: Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. 2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his Almighty love Embrace his saints around. 3 What tho' the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke. 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope and love, and ev'ry grace Proclaim their hearts sincere. 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. 7 But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there, Where bolder sinners dwell. Scripture: Psalm 125 Languages: English

The Saint's Trial and Safety

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #125a (1793) First Line: Unshaken as the sacred hill Lyrics: 1 Unshaken as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains stand, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest, That trusts th' almighty hand. 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 will assuage 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 the 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 follow'rs too. Scripture: Psalm 125 Languages: English