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Psalms 6:1

• [Psa 6:1] Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

  Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes, When Thou with kindness dost chastise; But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear: O let it not against me rise. Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds Thine heavy hand hath made, O let Thy gentler touches heal! See how I pass my weary days In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night My bed is watered with my tears; My grief consumes, and dims my sight. Look, how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall Thine hour of grace return? When shall I make Thy grace my song? I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; And all despairing thoughts, depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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• [Psa 6:1] Lord, Rebuke Me Not In Anger

  Lord, rebuke me not in anger, Nor in wrath still chasten me, Pity now and show me mercy, Help thou my infirmity. I am vexed; no longer tarry, Nor the way of anger take. Lord, O Lord, my soul deliver, Save me for Thy mercy’s sake. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Can they praise Thee from the grave? Pity, Lord, my sad condition, Lo, my bed with tears I lave. I am worn and near exhausted, Wasted now mine eye appears; Part from me, ye adversaries, God hath marked my falling tears. God hath heard my supplication, He will surely grant my plea, Let mine enemies be routed, Be defeated suddenly.

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Psalms 38:1

• [Psa 38:1] Amidst Thy Wrath Remember Love

  Amidst Thy wrath remember love, Restore Thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father’s chastening prove Like an avenger’s sword. Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely pressed; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no rest. My sins a heavy load appear, And o’er my head are gone; Too heavy they for me to bear, Too hard for me t’atone. My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And I go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father’s frown. Lord, I am weak and broken sore, None of my powers are whole: The inward anguish makes me roar, The anguish of my soul. All my desire to Thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by Thine ear. Thou art my God, my only hope; My God will hear my cry; My God will bear my spirit up, When Satan bids me die. My foot is ever apt to slide, My foes rejoice to see’t; They raise their pleasure and their pride When they supplant my feet. But I’ll confess my guilt to Thee, And grieve for all my sin; I’ll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine. My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation, haste, Before Thy servant die.

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• [Psa 38:1] In Thy Wrath And Hot Displeasure

  In Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thine indignation, I am troubled by my sin. With my burden of transgression Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. Weak and wounded, I implore Thee: Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. Darkness gathers, foes assail me. But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Lord, in Thee I am confiding; Thou wilt answer when I call, Lest my foes, the good deriding, Triumph in Thy servant’s fall. I am prone to halt and stumble, Grief and sorrow dwell within, Shame and guilt my spirit humble, I am sorry for my sin. Foes about my soul are closing, Full of hatred, false and strong; Choosing good, I find opposing All who love and do the wrong. Lord, my God, do not forsake me, Let me know that Thou art near, Under Thy protection take me, As my Savior now appear.

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Psalms 74:1-2

• [Psa 74:1] O Wherefore Hast Thou Cast Us Off

  O wherefore hast Thou cast us off, O God, our God of old? Why art Thou angry with Thy sheep, The sheep of Thine own fold, The sheep of Thine own fold? Remember Thine inheritance, Thy Church, redeemed by grace; Remember Zion’s mount profaned, Thine ancient dwelling place, Thine ancient dwelling place. In ruin long Thy temple lies; Arise, O God of grace, And see the ruin foes have wrought Within Thy holy place, Within Thy holy place. Amid Thy courts are lifted high The standards of the foe, And impious hands with axe and fire Have laid Thy temple low, Have laid Thy temple low. They have profaned the holy place Where Thou hast set Thy Name, The sanctuaries of our God Are given to the flame, Are given to the flame. We see no signs of power divine, No prophet speaks for Thee, And none can tell, and none can know, How long these woes shall be, How long these woes shall be. How long, O God, shall blasphemy And shame reproach our land? Why dost Thou not destroy Thy foes With Thine almighty hand, With Thine almighty hand?

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• [Psa 74:2] Great God Of Abraham!

  Great God of Abraham! hear our prayer Let Abraham’s seed Thy mercy share; O may they now at length return, And look on Him they pierced, and mourn. Remember Jacob’s flock of old; Bring home the wanderers to Thy fold; Remember too Thy promised word, “Israel at last shall seek the Lord.” Though outcasts still, estranged from Thee, Cut off from their own olive tree; Why should they longer such remain? For Thou canst graft them in again. Lord, put Thy law within their hearts, And write it in their inward parts; The veil of darkness rend in two, Which hides Messiah from their view. Oh! haste the day, foretold so long, When Jew and Greek, a glorious throng, One house shall seek, one prayer shall pour, And one Redeemer shall adore!

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Psalms 79:5-9

• [Psa 79:9] God Of Our Salvation! Hear Us

  God of our salvation! hear us; Bless, O bless us, ere we go; When we join the world, be near us, Lest we cold and careless grow. Savior! keep us, Keep us safe from every foe. As our steps are drawing nearer To our everlasting home May our view of Heav’n grow clearer, Hope more bright of joys to come; And, when dying, May Thy presence cheer the gloom.
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• [Psa 79:9] Jesu, Lord Of Life And Glory

  Jesu, Lord of life and glory, Bend from Heav’n Thy gracious ear; While our waiting souls adore Thee, Friend of helpless sinners, hear: By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. Taught by Thine unerring Spirit, Boldly we draw nigh to God, Only in Thy spotless merit, Only through Thy precious blood: By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. From the depth of nature’s blindness, From the hardening power of sin, From all malice and unkindness, From the pride that lurks within: By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. When temptation sorely presses, In the day of Satan’s power, In our times of deep distresses, In each dark and trying hour: By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. When the world around is smiling, In the time of wealth and ease, Earthly joys our hearts beguiling, In the day of health and peace, By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. In the weary hours of sickness, In the times of grief and pain, When we feel our mortal weakness, When the creature’s help is vain: By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. In the solemn hour of dying, In the awful judgment day, May our souls, on Thee relying, Find Thee still our Rock and Stay: By Thy mercy, O deliver us, good Lord. Jesu, may Thy promised blessing Comfort to our souls afford; May we now, Thy love possessing, And at length our full reward, Ever praise Thee, Thee, our ever glorious Lord.

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Habakkuk 3:2

• [Hab 3:2] O Lord, Thy Work Revive

  O Lord, Thy work revive, In Zion’s gloomy hour, And make her dying graces live By Thy restoring power. O let Thy chosen few Awake to earnest prayer; Their covenant again renew, And walk in filial fear. Thy Spirit then will speak Through lips of humble clay, Till hearts of adamant shall break, Till rebels shall obey. Now lend Thy gracious ear; Now listen to our cry; O come and bring salvation near; Our souls on Thee rely.

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• [Hab 3:2] Revive Thy Work, O Lord

  Revive Thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare; Speak with the voice that wakes the dead, And make Thy people hear. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Disturb this sleep of death; Quicken the smold’ring embers now By Thine almighty breath. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Create soul-thirst for Thee; And hungering for the Bread of Life O may our spirits be. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Exalt Thy precious Name; And, by the Holy Ghost, our love For Thee and Thine inflame. Revive Thy work, O Lord, Give Pentecostal showers; The glory shall be all Thine own, The blessing, Lord, be ours.

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