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Surprising Deliverance

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #126a (1793) First Line: When God restor'd our captive state Lyrics: 1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a pleasing dream. 2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim. 3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'll vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow. 4 The man that in his furrow'd field, His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

The Joy of a remarkable Conversion; or, Melancholy removed

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #126b (1793) First Line: When God reveal'd his gracious name Lyrics: 1 When God reveal'd his gracious name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. 2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace. 3 "Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the pow'r divine: "Great is the work," my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine." 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. 5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home. 6 Tho' seed lie bury'd long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop. Scripture: Psalm 126 Languages: English

The Blessings of God on the Business and Comforts of Life

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #127a (1793) First Line: If God succeed not, all the cost Lyrics: 1 If God succeed not, all the cost And pains to build the house are lost, If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may sleep. 2 What tho' we rise before the sun, And work and toil when day is done, Careful and sparing eat our bread, To shun that poverty we dread; 3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath bless'd; He can make rich, yet give us rest; On God, our sov'reign, still depends Our joy in children and in friends. 4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends! How sweet our daily comforts prove, When they are season'd with his love! Scripture: Psalm 127 Languages: English

God All in All

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #127b (1793) First Line: If God to build the house deny Lyrics: 1 If God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain; And towns without his wakeful eye, An useless watch maintain. 2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew, And till the stars ascend the skies Your tiresome toil pursue. 3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare; In vain till God has blest; But if his smiles attend your care, You shall have food and rest. 4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends, Shall real blessings prove, Nor all the earthly joys he sends, If sent without his love. Scripture: Psalm 127 Languages: English

Family Blessings

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #128 (1793) First Line: O happy man, whose soul is fill'd Lyrics: 1 O happy man, whose soul is fill'd With zeal and rev'rend awe! His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law. 2 A careful providence shall stand, And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thy hand Its kindly blessings shed. 3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; Thy children, round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine, And learn to fear the Lord. 4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil, For months and years to come; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill Shall send thee blessings home. 5 This is the man whose happy eyes Shall see his house increase, Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace. Scripture: Psalm 128 Languages: English

Persecutors punished

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #129 (1793) First Line: Up from my youth, may Isra'l say Lyrics: 1 Up from my youth, may Isra'l say, Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. 2 Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assail'd my riper age, But God preserv'd my life. 3 O'er all my frame their cruel dart Its painful wounds impress'd; Hourly they vex'd my fainting heart, Nor let my sorrows rest. 4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye, Measur'd the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly. 5 How was their insolence surpris'd, To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd With horror to the soul. 6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints, Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their prospects die. 7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despis'd in death. 8 So corn that on the house-top stands, No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves.] Scripture: Psalm 129 Languages: English

Pardoning Grace

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #130b (1793) First Line: From deep distress and troubled thoughts Lyrics: 1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries: If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes. 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope, and love, as well as fear. 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day; So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display! 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain. 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Thro' the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Pardoning Grace

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #130a (1793) First Line: Out of the deeps of long distress Lyrics: 1 Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. 2 Great God! should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand. 3 But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degree; Thy Son hath bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. 4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.] 5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes. 6 So waits my soul to see thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the first op'nings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.] 7 Then in the Lord let Isra'l trust, Let Israel seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous in his grace. 8 There’s full redemption at his throne, For sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Isra'l shall be sav'd. Scripture: Psalm 130 Languages: English

Humility and Submission

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #131 (1793) First Line: Is there ambition in my heart? Lyrics: 1 Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to thee. 2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild; Content, my Father, with thy will, And peaceful as a child. 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind, Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord. Scripture: Psalm 131 Languages: English

A Church established

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #132b (1793) First Line: No sleep nor slumber to his eyes Lyrics: 1 [No sleep nor slumbers to his eyes Good David would afford, Till he had found below the skies A dwelling for the Lord. 2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his name, His ark was settled there: And there th' assembled nation came To worship thrice a year. 3 We trace no more these toilsome ways, Nor wander far abroad; Wheree’er thy people meet for praise, There is a house for God.] Pause. 4 Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest: Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes, Thus to be own'd and blest. 5 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford. 6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provision of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread. 7 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God’s Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and pow'r divine. 8 Here let him hold a lasting throne, And at his kingdom grows, Fresh honours shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes. Scripture: Psalm 132:4-5 Languages: English