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My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Psalms for the Use of Singing School and Musical Societies #d102 (1807) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns and Psalms for the Use of Singing School and Musical Societies Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Compilation of Genuine Church Music. 4th ed. #d196 (1847) Hymnal Title: A Compilation of Genuine Church Music. 4th ed. Languages: English

Psalm CIV

Hymnal: A Compilation of the Litanies and Vespers Hymns and Anthems as they are sung in the Catholic Church adapted to the voice or organ #27 (1788) Hymnal Title: A Compilation of the Litanies and Vespers Hymns and Anthems as they are sung in the Catholic Church adapted to the voice or organ First Line: My Soul thy great Creator praise Lyrics: My Soul thy great Creator praise; When cloath'd in his celestial rays He in full Majesty appears And like a Robe And like a Robe And like a Robe his Glory wears. Chorus: Great is the Lord: what tongue can frame And equal Honour to his Name Great is the Lord: what tongue can frame And equal Honour to his Name Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English Tune Title: [My Soul thy great Creator praise]

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Select Verse System for the Use of Individuals, Families, and Schools #7 (1853) Hymnal Title: A Select Verse System for the Use of Individuals, Families, and Schools Languages: English

My soul, thy great creator praise

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns & Psalms #34 (1808) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Hymns & Psalms Languages: English

My soul thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #A25 (1801) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Book of Hymns and Tunes, comprising the psalms and hymns for the worship of God, approved by the general assembly of 1866, arranged with appropriate tunes... by authority of the assembly of 1873 #67a (1874) Hymnal Title: Book of Hymns and Tunes, comprising the psalms and hymns for the worship of God, approved by the general assembly of 1866, arranged with appropriate tunes... by authority of the assembly of 1873 Languages: English Tune Title: ALLAN

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Carmina Sacra #38b (1841) Hymnal Title: Carmina Sacra Languages: English Tune Title: WINCHESTER

Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Children's Hymn Book and Sodality Manual #d46 (1869) Hymnal Title: Children's Hymn Book and Sodality Manual First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony #WP104 (1817) Hymnal Title: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns to Aid in Public and Private Devotion #d606 (1856) Hymnal Title: Christian Psalms and Hymns to Aid in Public and Private Devotion Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Hymn Book . 3rd ed. #d336 (1850) Hymnal Title: Church Hymn Book . 3rd ed. Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CIV (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Church Hymn Book Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heav’ns are for his curtains spread; The unfathomed deep he makes his bed. Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheers the valleys as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various pow'r, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields in shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine.. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands: Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills, ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beasts to coverts flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! How great thy skill! And ev'ry land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wond'rous motions swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his diff'rent food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good; Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign; Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sov'reign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet: Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory buri'd with their dust, I to my God my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Topics: The Glory of God In Creation and Providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book; consisting of hymns and psalms, original and selected. adapted to public worship and many other occasions. 2nd ed. #336 (1838) Hymnal Title: Church Hymn Book; consisting of hymns and psalms, original and selected. adapted to public worship and many other occasions. 2nd ed. Topics: The Works of God Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

My soul, the great Creator praise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #d706 (1833) Hymnal Title: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs Languages: English

My soul! thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #p104 (1847) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist Languages: English

God's Majesty as the Creator and Sovereign King

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P104 (1845) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Languages: English

My soul! thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P104 (1857) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmist Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Church Psalmody #P104.1 (1831) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmody Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Church Psalmody #P104a (1843) Hymnal Title: Church Psalmody Languages: English

Creation and providence

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Congregational Hymn and Tune Book; containing the Psalms and Hymns of the General Association of Connecticut, adapted to Suitable Tunes #286 (1856) Hymnal Title: Congregational Hymn and Tune Book; containing the Psalms and Hymns of the General Association of Connecticut, adapted to Suitable Tunes First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #194b (1786) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot, The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence; Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #183 (1786) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields in shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot, The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence; Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #194b (1787) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot, The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence; Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #183 (1790) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot; The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence; Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and Summer; Works of creation and providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CIV (1785) Hymnal Title: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the valleys as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various pow'r, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from GOD; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! How great thy skill! And ev'ry land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wonderous motions, swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious Ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my GOD my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #225 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot, when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world's foundations by his hand Are pois'd, and shall forever stand: He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills and drench the plains. 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause 1 9 God, from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man, of various pow'r, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine. 12 HIs bounteous hands our tables spread, With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigor in your hearts. Pause 2. 13 Behold the stately cedar stands, Rais'd in the forest by his hands Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their pray. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labor goes: The night was made for his repose; Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And ev'ry land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wond'rous motions, swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man. Pause 3. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord! All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stand, Waiting their portion from thy hand. 22 While each receives his diff'rent food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good; Eagles and bears and whales and worms, Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign; Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 23 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honor'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 24 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke! Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sov'reign grace. 25 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 26 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd in their dust, I, to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

My soul the great Creator praise

Hymnal: Evangelical Musick #171 (1839) Hymnal Title: Evangelical Musick Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Family Singing Book. Rev ed. with Supplement #d191 (1856) Hymnal Title: Family Singing Book. Rev ed. with Supplement

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Harmonia Sacra, being a Compilation of Church Music. 10th ed #d217 (1860) Hymnal Title: Harmonia Sacra, being a Compilation of Church Music. 10th ed Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hosanna of the Little Ones #d26 (1888) Hymnal Title: Hosanna of the Little Ones

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns, for the Use of the Catholic Church in the United States of America (New ed.) #5b (1807) Hymnal Title: Hymns, for the Use of the Catholic Church in the United States of America (New ed.) Languages: English

Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Manual of Catholic Melodies #d83 (1843) Hymnal Title: Manual of Catholic Melodies First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Manual of Christian Psalmody #P104a (1832) Hymnal Title: Manual of Christian Psalmody Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Melodies of the Church #d674 (1832) Hymnal Title: Melodies of the Church Languages: English

God glorious in Creation and Providence

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d515 (1844) Hymnal Title: Parish Psalmody First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d528 (1848) Hymnal Title: Parish Psalmody

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalmista #d170 (1851) Hymnal Title: Psalmista

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America #P104a (1830) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Public Worship, and Approved by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship #d548 (1848) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d560 (1843) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A.

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns for the Worship of God #d517 (1866) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns for the Worship of God

Psalm 104

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.229 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise: Lyrics: My soul, thy great Creator praise: When clothed in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears. The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, The unfathomed deep he makes his bed. Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms across the skies. Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. The world's foundations by his hand Are poised, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. When earth was covered with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thundered, and the ocean fled, Confined to its appointed bed. The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence conveyed by secret veins, They spring on hills and drench the plains. He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the valleys as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parched earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature or to dire. What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheered with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine. O bless his name, ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigor in your hearts. Behold, the stately cedar stands, Raised in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. To craggy hills ascends the goat, And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And, roaring, ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. Then man to daily labor goes; The night was made for his repose; Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see; This spacious earth is full of thee. Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. There ships divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man. Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord; All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands Waiting their portion from thy hands. While each receives his diff'rent food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms, Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms. But when thy face is hid, they mourn, And, dying, to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign; Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine. Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. His works, the wonders of his might, Are honored with his own delight; How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy. While haughty sinners die accursed, Their glory buried with their dust, I to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame An equal honor to his name? Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and summer; Works of creation and providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Great is the Lord! what tongue can frame

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #P104.1 (1835) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise

My soul, thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship #P104.1 (1845) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship

The glory of God in creation and providence

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.) #P104a (1834) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.) First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise!

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns #P104a (1872) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns

The glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #213 (1791) Hymnal Title: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Refreshing streams, by secret veins, Break from the hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause the First. 9 God from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause the Second 13 Behold the stately cedar stands, Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot The feebler creatures make their cell – He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring, ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labor goes; The night was made for his repose; Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And ev'ry land thy riches fill; Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And, fearless, sports amid the tides. Pause the Third. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his diff'rent food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms. 23 But when thou hid'st thy face they mourn, And, dying, to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign; Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honor'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sov'reign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms #104 (1793) Hymnal Title: Psalms Languages: English

Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Rohr's Collection of Favorite Catholic Melodies for Church, School, Home ... #d33 (1854) Hymnal Title: Rohr's Collection of Favorite Catholic Melodies for Church, School, Home ... First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in

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