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O God, we praise thee, and confess
Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #222a (2010) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: General Hymns God the Father Languages: English Tune Title: MANCESTER
O God, we praise thee, and confess
O God, we praise thee, and confess
Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #222b (2010) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 O God, we praise thee, and confess
that thou the only Lord
and everlasting Father art,
by all the earth adored.
2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
to thee the powers on high,
both cherubim and seraphim,
continually do cry:
3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
whom heavenly hosts obey,
the world is with the glory filled
of thy majestic sway!
4 The apostles' glorious company
and prophets crowned with light,
with all the martyrs' noble host,
thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy church in faith acclaims
thy Son who for us died,
also the Holy Comforter
our advocate and guide.
*6 Thou art the King of glory, Christ,
the everlasting Son;
humbly thou cam'st to set us free,
nor Virgin womb didst shun.
*7 When thou hadst overcome death's sting
and opened heaven's door,
thou didst ascend to God's right hand
in glory evermore.
*8 When thou shalt come to be our judge,
bring us whom thou hast bought
to dwell on high with all thy saints
in joy surpassing thought. Topics: General Hymns God the Father Languages: English Tune Title: NATIVITY
O God, we praise thee, and confess
O God, we praise thee, and confess
Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #364 (1985) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Holy Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: MANCHESTER
O God, we praise thee, and confess
Hark how the adoring hosts above
Hymnal: Church Hymnary (4th ed.) #744 (2005) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Hark how the adoring hosts above
with songs surround the throne!
Ten thousand, thousand are their tongues;
but all their hearts are one.
2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
to be exalted thus;
worthy the Lamb, let us reply;
for he was slain for us.
3 Thou hast redeemed us with thy blood,
and set the prisoners free;
thou mad'st us kings and priests to God,
and we shall reign with thee.
4 From every kindred, every tongue,
thou brought'st thy chosen race;
and distant lands and isles have shared
the riches of thy grace.
5 To him who sits upon the throne,
the God whom we adore,
and to the Lamb that once was slain,
be glory evermore. Topics: The Church Celebrates Oneness with the Church in Heaven; Christ Risen Ascension; Christian Year Ascension; Salvation and Redemption Scripture: Revelation 5:11-14 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MAGNUS (NOTTINGHAM)
Hark how the adoring hosts above
Hark how the adoring hosts above
Hymnal: Hymns of Glory, Songs of Praise #744 (2008) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Hark how the adoring hosts above,
with songs surround the throne!
Ten thousand, thousand are their tongues;
but all their hearts are one.
2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
to be exalted thus;
worthy the Lamb, let us reply;
for he was slain for us.
3 Thou hast redeemed us with thy blood,
and set the prisoners free;
thou mad'st us kings and priests to God,
and we shall reign with thee.
4 From every kindred, every tongue,
thou brought'st thy chosen race;
and distant lands and isles have shared
the riches of thy grace.
5 To him who sits upon the throne,
the God whom we adore,
and to the Lamb that once was slain,
be glory evermore. Topics: The Church Celebrates Oneness with the Church in Heaven; Christ Risen Ascension; Christian Year Ascension; Salvation and Redemption Scripture: Revelation 5:11-14 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. MAGNUS (NOTTINGHAM)
Hark how the adoring hosts above
How glorious is our heavenly King
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
How glorious is our heavenly King,
Who reigns above the sky!
How shall a child presume to sing
His dreadful majesty?
How great his power is none can tell,
Nor think how large his grace;
Not men below, nor saints that dwell
On high before his face.
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Not angels, that stand round the Lord,
Can search his secret will;
But they perform his heavenly word,
And sing his praises still.
Then let me join this holy train,
And my first offerings bring:
Th’ eternal God will not disdain
To hear an infant sing.
My heart resolves, my tongue obeys;
And angels will rejoice
To hear their mighty Maker’s praise
Sound from a feeble voice.
Languages: English
How glorious is our heavenly King
I sing th'almighty power of God
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: I sing th' almighty power of God Lyrics:
I sing th’ almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordain’d
The sun to rule the day:
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
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I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That fill’d the earth with food:
He form’d the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord, how thy wonders are display’d
Where’er I turn mine eye,
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
There’s not a plant or flower below,
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.
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Creatures—as numerous as they be—
Are subject to thy care:
There’s not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.
In heaven he shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath:
’Tis on his earth I stand or move,
And ‘tis his air I breathe.
His hand is my perpetual guard,
He keeps me with his eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord,
Who is for ever nigh?
Languages: English
I sing th'almighty power of God
Blest be the wisdom and the power
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HIII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Blest be the wisdom and the power,
The justice and the grace,
That join’d in counsel to restore
And save our ruin’d grace!
Our father ate forbidden fruit,
And from his glory fell;
And we, his children, thus were brought
To death, and near to hell.
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Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son
To take our flesh and blood!
He for our lives gave up his own,
To make our peace with God.
He honour’d all his Father’s laws,
Which we have disobeyed’d;
He bore our sins upon the cross,
And our full ransom paid.
29
Behold him rising from the grave;
Behold him raised on high:
He pleads his merits there, to save
Transgressors doom’d to die.
There, on a glorious throne, he reigns;
And by his power divine
Redeems us from the slavish chains
Of Satan and of sin.
30
Thence shall the Lord to judgment come;
And, with a sovereign voice,
Shall call and break up every tomb,
While waking saints rejoice.
O may I then with joy appear
Before the Judge’s face;
And, with the blest assembly there,
Sing his redeeming grace.
Languages: English
Blest be the wisdom and the power
Whene'er I take my walks abroad
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Whene’er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?
Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God hath given me more:
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.
32
How many children in the street
Half naked I behold!
While I am clothed from head to feet,
And cover’d from the cold.
While some poor wretches scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,
I have a home wherein to dwell,
And rest upon my bed.
While others early learn to swear,
And curse, and lie, and steal,
Lord, I am taught thy name to fear,
And do thy holy will.
Are these thy favours, day by day,
To me above the rest?
Then let me love thee more than they,
And try to serve thee best.
Languages: English
Whene'er I take my walks abroad
Great God, with wonder and with praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HVII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Great God, with wonder and with praise
On all thy works I look:
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace
Shine brighter in thy Book.
The stars that in their courses roll
Have much instruction given;
But thy good Word informs my soul
How I may climb to heaven.
The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy Word.
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Here are my choicest treasures hid;
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied;
And hence my joys arise.
Lord, make me understand thy law:
Show what my faults have been;
And from thy Gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.
Here would I learn how Christ has died
To save my soul from hell:
Not all the books on earth beside
Such heavenly wonders tell.
Then let me love my Bible more;
And take a fresh delight
By day to read these wonders o’er,
And meditate by night.
Languages: English
Great God, with wonder and with praise
Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HIX (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
There’s not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book ‘tis writ
Against the judgment–day.
And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish’d there;
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
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Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie;
Upward I dare not look:
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.
Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt;
And let his blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.
O may I now for ever fear
T’ indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down ev’ry fault!
Languages: English
Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Happy the child whose youngest years
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Happy the child whose youngest years
Receive instructions well;
Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.
When we devote our youth to God,
’Tis pleasing in his eyes;
A flower, when offer’d in the bud,
Is no vain sacrifice.
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’Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
While sinners, that grow old in sin,
Are harden’d in their crimes.
’Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young:
Grace will preserve our following years,
And make our virtue strong.
To thee, Almighty God, to thee
Our childhood we resign:
’Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.
Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ my youngest breath!
Thus I’m prepared for future days,
Or fit for early death.
Languages: English
Happy the child whose youngest years
What blest examples do I find
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
What blest examples do I find
Writ in the Word of Truth,
Of children that begin to mind
Religion in their youth!
Jesus, who reigns above the sky,
And keeps the world in awe,
Was once a child as young as I,
And kept his Father’s law.
54
At twelve years old he talk’d with men,
(The Jews all wondering stand;)
Yet he obey’d his Mother then,
And came at her command.
Children a sweet hasanna sung,
And blest their Saviour’s name;
They gave him honour with their tongue,
While scribes and priests blaspheme.
Samuel the child was wean’d and brought
To wait upon the Lord:
Young Timothy betimes was taught
To know his holy Word.
Then why should I so long delay
What others learnt so soon?
I would not pass another day
Without this work begun.
Languages: English
What blest examples do I find
Let dogs delight to bark and bite
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXVI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God has made them so:
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For ‘tis their nature, too.
58
But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise:
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other’s eyes.
Let love through all your actions run,
And all your words be mild:
Live like the blessed Virgin’s Son,
That sweet and lovely child.
His soul was gentle as a lamb;
And as his stature grew,
He grew in favour both with man,
And God his Father, too.
Now, Lord of all, he reigns above;
And from his heavenly throne
He sees what children dwell in love,
And marks them for his own.
Languages: English
Let dogs delight to bark and bite
Whatever brawls disturb the street
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXVII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Whatever brawls disturb the street,
There should be peace at home;
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet
Quarrels should never come.
Birds in their little nests agree;
And ‘tis a shameful sight,
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.
60
Hard names at first, and threatening words,
That are but noisy breath,
May grow to clubs and naked swords,
To murder and to death.
The devil tempts one mother’s son
To rage against another:
So wicked Cain was hurried on,
Till he had kill’d his brother.
The wise will let their anger cool,
At least before ‘tis night;
But in the bosom of a fool
It burns till morning light.
Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage,
Our little brawls remove,
That, as we grow to riper age,
Our hearts may all be love!
Languages: English
Whatever brawls disturb the street
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXVIII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord,
And not speak ill of men:
When others give a railing word,
We must not rail again.
Cross words and angry names require
To be chastised at school;
And he’s in danger of hell–fire
That calls his brother fool.
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But lips that dare be so profane
To mock, and jeer, and scoff
At holy things, or holy men,
The Lord shall cut them off.
When children, in their wanton play,
Served old Elisha so,
And bade the prophet go his way,
‘Go up, thou bald head, go!’
God quickly stopp’d their wicked breath;
And sent two raging bears,
That tore them limb from limb to death,
With blood, and groans, and tears.
Great God! how terrible art thou
To sinners e’er so young:
Grant me thy grace, and teach me how
To tame and rule my tongue.
Languages: English
Our tongues were made to bless the Lord
How doth the little busy bee
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXX (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
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How skillfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
In works of labour or of skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
In books, or work, or healthful play
Let my first years be past,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.
Languages: English
How doth the little busy bee
Why should I join with those in play
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Why should I join with those in play
In whom I’ve no delight;
Who curse and swear, but never play;
Who call ill names, and fight?
I hate to hear a wanton song:
Their words offend my ears:
I should not dare defile my tongue
With language such as theirs.
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Away from fools I’ll turn my eyes,
Nor with the scoffers go:
I would be walking with the wise,
That wiser I may grow.
From one rude boy, that’s used to mock,
They learn the wicked jest:
One sickly sheep infects the flock,
And poisons all the rest.
My God, I hate to walk or dwell
With sinful children here:
Then let me not be sent to hell,
Where none but sinners are.
Languages: English
Why should I join with those in play
Let children that would fear the Lord
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXIII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Let children that would fear the Lord
Hear what their teachers say;
With reverence meet their parents’ word,
And with delight obey.
74
Have you not heard what dreadful plagues
Are threaten’d by the Lord,
To him that breaks his father’s law,
Or mocks his mother’s word?
What heavy guilt upon him lies!
How cursed is his name!
The ravens shall pick out his eyes,
And eagles eat the same.
But those who worship God, and give
Their parents honour due,
Here on this earth they long shall live,
And live hereafter, too.
Languages: English
Let children that would fear the Lord
Why should I love my sports so well
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Why should I love my sports so well,
So constant at my play,
And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell,
And then forget to pray?
76
What do I read my Bible for,
But, Lord, to learn thy will?
And shall I daily know thee more,
And less obey thee still?
How senseless is my heart, and wild!
How vain are all my thoughts!
Pity the weakness of a child,
And pardon all my faults.
Make me thy heavenly voice to hear,
And let me love to pray;
Since God will lend a gracious ear
To what a child can say.
Languages: English
Why should I love my sports so well
My God, who makes the sun to know
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
My God, who makes the sun to know
His proper hour to rise;
And, to give light to all below,
Doth send him round the skies:
78
When from the chambers of the east
His morning race begins,
He never tires, nor stops to rest,
But round the world he shines.
So, like the sun, would I fulfil
The business of the day;
Begin my work betimes, and still
March on my heavenly way.
Give me, O Lord, thy early grace,
Nor let my soul complain
That the young morning of my day
Has all been spent in vain!
Languages: English
My God, who makes the sun to know
And now another day is gone
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXVI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
And now another day is gone,
I’ll sing my Maker’s praise!
My comforts every hour make known
His providence and grace.
But how my childhood runs to waste
My sins how great their sum!
Lord, give me pardon for the past,
And strength for days to come.
I lay my body down to sleep,
Let angels guard my head;
And, through the hours of darkness, keep
Their watch around my bed.
With cheerful heart I close mine eyes,
Since thou wilt not remove;
And in the morning let me rise
Rejoicing in thy love.
Languages: English
And now another day is gone
This is the day when Christ arose
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXVII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
This is the day when Christ arose
So early from the dead:
Why should I my eyelids close,
And waste my hours in bed?
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This is the day when Jesus broke
The powers of death and hell;
And shall I still wear Satan’s yoke,
And love my sins so well?
To–day, with pleasure, Christians meet,
To pray, and hear thy Word;
And I would go with cheerful feet
To learn thy will, O Lord!
I’ll leave my sport, to read and pray,
And so prepare for heaven:
O may I love this blessed day
The best of all the seven!
Languages: English
This is the day when Christ arose
Hosanna to the Prince of Grace
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Hosanna to the Prince of Grace;
Sion, behold thy King!
Proclaim the Son of David’s race,
And teach the babes to sing.
Hosanna to the eternal Word,
Who from the Father came;
Ascribe salvation to the Lord,
With blessings on his Name!
Languages: English
Hosanna to the Prince of Grace
Now let the Father and the Son
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXVII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
Now let the Father and the Son,
And Spirit be adored,
Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord.
Languages: English
Now let the Father and the Son
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #D2 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics:
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, and is,
and shall be evermore.
AMEN.
Topics: Doxologies Languages: English
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Genesis 1: Let heav'n arise, let earth appear
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R1 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Let heav'n arise, let earth appear Lyrics:
Let heav’n arise, let earth appear,
said the Almighty Lord:
The heav’n arose, the earth appeared,
at his creating word.
Thick darkness brooded o’er the deep:
God said, ‘Let there be light:’
The light shone forth with smiling ray,
and scattered ancient night.
He bade the clouds ascend on high;
the clouds ascend, and bear
A wat’ry treasure to the sky,
and float upon the air.
The liquid element below
was gathered by his hand;
The rolling seas together flow,
and leave the solid land.
With herbs, and plants, and fruitful trees,
the new-formed globe he crowned,
Ere there was rain to bless the soil,
or sun to warm the ground.
Then high in heav’n’s resplendent arch
he placed two orbs of light,
He set the sun to rule the day,
the moon to rule the night.
Next, from the deep, th’ Almighty King
did vital beings frame;
Fowls of the air of every wing,
and fish of every name.
To all the various brutal tribes
he gave their wondrous birth;
At once the lion and the worm
sprung from the teeming earth.
Then, chief o’er all his works below,
at last was Adam made;
His Maker’s image blessed his soul,
and glory crowned his head.
Fair in th’ Almighty Maker’s eye
the whole creation stood.
He viewed the fabric he had raised;
his word pronounced it good.
Scripture: Genesis 1 Languages: English
Genesis 1: Let heav'n arise, let earth appear
Genesis 28:20-22: O God of Bethel! by whose hand
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R2 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O God of Bethel! by whose hand Lyrics:
O God of Bethel! by whose hand
thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
hast all our fathers led:
Our vows, our prayers, we now present
before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers! be the God
of their succeeding race.
Through each perplexing path of life
our wand’ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
and raiment fit provide.
O spread thy cov’ring wings around,
till all our wand’rings cease,
And at our Father’s loved abode
our souls arrive in peace.
Such blessings from thy gracious hand
our humble pray’rs implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God,
and portion evermore.
Scripture: Genesis 28:20-22 Languages: English
Genesis 28:20-22: O God of Bethel! by whose hand
Job 1:21: Naked as from the earth we came
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R3 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Naked as from the earth we came Lyrics:
Naked as from the earth we came,
and entered life at first;
Naked we to the earth return,
and mix with kindred dust.
Whate’er we fondly call our own
belongs to heav’n’s great Lord;
The blessings lent us for a day
are soon to be restored.
’Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
or sinks them in the grave:
He gives; and, when he takes away,
he takes but what he gave.
Then, ever blessed be his name!
his goodness swelled our store;
His justice but resumes its own;
’tis ours still to adore.
Scripture: Job 1:21 Languages: English
Job 1:21: Naked as from the earth we came
Job 3:17-20: How still and peaceful is the grave!
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R4 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How still and peaceful is the grave! Lyrics:
How still and peaceful is the grave!
where, life’s vain tumults past,
Th’ appointed house, by Heav’n’s decree,
receives us all at last.
The wicked there from troubling cease,
their passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgrim rests
from all the toils he bore.
There rest the pris’ners, now released
from slavery’s sad abode;
No more they hear th’ oppressor’s voice,
or dread the tyrant’s rod.
There servants, masters, small and great,
partake the same repose;
And there, in peace, the ashes mix
of those who once were foes.
All, levelled by the hand of Death,
lie sleeping in the tomb;
Till God in judgment calls them forth,
to meet their final doom.
Scripture: Job 3:17-20 Languages: English
Job 3:17-20: How still and peaceful is the grave!
Job 5:6-12: Though trouble springs not from the dust
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R5 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Though trouble springs not from the dust Lyrics:
Though trouble springs not from the dust,
nor sorrow from the ground;
Yet ills on ills, by Heav’n’s decree,
in man’s estate are found.
As sparks in close succession rise,
so man, the child of woe,
Is doomed to endless cares and toils
through all his life below.
But with my God I leave my cause;
from him I seek relief;
To him, in confidence of prayer
unbosom all my grief.
Unnumbered are his wondrous works,
unsearchable his ways;
’Tis his the mourning soul to cheer,
the bowed down to raise.
Scripture: Job 5:6-12 Languages: English
Job 5:6-12: Though trouble springs not from the dust
Job 8:11-22: The rush may rise where waters flow
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R6 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The rush may rise where waters flow Lyrics:
The rush may rise where waters flow,
and flags beside the stream;
But soon their verdure fades and dies
before the scorching beam
So is the sinner’s hope cut off;
or, if it transient rise,
’Tis like the spider’s airy web,
from every breath that flies.
Fixed on his house he leans; his house
and all its props decay:
He holds it fast; but, while he holds,
the tott’ring frame gives way.
Fair in his garden, to the sun
his boughs with verdure smile;
And, deeply fixed, his spreading roots
unshaken stand a while.
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But forth the sentence flies from Heav’n,
that sweeps him from his place;
Which then denies him for its lord,
nor owns it knew his face.
Lo! this the joy of wicked men,
who Heav’n’s high laws despise:
They quickly fall; and in their room
as quickly others rise.
But, for the just, with gracious care,
God will his power employ;
He’ll teach their lips to sing his praise,
and fill their hearts with joy.
Scripture: Job 8:11-22 Languages: English
Job 8:11-22: The rush may rise where waters flow
Job 9:2-10: How should the sons of Adam's race
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R7 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How should the sons of Adam's race Lyrics:
How should the sons of Adam’s race
be pure before their God?
If he contends in righteousness,
we sink beneath his rod.
If he should mark my words and thoughts
with strict enquiring eyes,
Could I for one of thousand faults
the least excuse devise?
Strong in his arm, his heart is wise;
who dares with him contend?
Or who, that tries th’ unequal strife,
shall prosper in the end?
He makes the mountains feel his wrath,
and their old seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,
and all her pillars shake.
He bids the sun forbear to rise;
th’ obedient sun forbears:
His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies,
and seals up all the stars.
He walks upon the raging sea;
flies on the stormy wind:
None can explore his wondrous way,
or his dark footsteps find.
Scripture: Job 9:2-10 Languages: English
Job 9:2-10: How should the sons of Adam's race
Job 14:1-15: Few are thy days, and full of woe
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R8 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Few are thy days, and full of woe Lyrics:
Few are thy days, and full of woe,
O man, of woman born!
Thy doom is written, ‘Dust thou art,
and shalt to dust return.’
Behold the emblem of thy state
in flow’rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadow’s fleeting form,
that mocks the gazer’s eye.
Guilty and frail, how shalt thou stand
before thy sov’reign Lord?
Can troubled and polluted springs
a hallowed stream afford?
Determined are the days that fly
successive o’er thy head;
The numbered hour is on the wing
that lays thee with the dead.
Great God! afflict not in thy wrath
the short allotted span
That bounds the few and weary days
of pilgrimage to man.
All nature dies, and lives again:
the flow’r that paints the field,
The trees that crown the mountain’s brow,
and boughs and blossoms yield,
Resign the honours of their form
at Winter’s stormy blast,
And leave the naked leafless plain
a desolated waste.
Yet soon reviving plants and flow’rs
anew shall deck the plain;
The woods shall hear the voice of Spring,
and flourish green again.
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But man forsakes this earthly scene,
ah! never to return:
Shall any foll’wing spring revive
the ashes of the urn?
The mighty flood that rolls along
its torrents to the main,
Can ne’er recall its waters lost
from that abyss again.
So days, and years, and ages past,
descending down to night,
Can henceforth never more return
back to the gates of light;
And man, when laid in lonesome grave,
shall sleep in Death’s dark gloom,
Until th’ eternal morning wake
the slumbers of the tomb,
O may the grave become to me
the bed of peaceful rest,
Whence I shall gladly rise at length,
and mingle with the blest!
Cheered by this hope, with patient mind,
I’ll wait Heav’n’s high decree,
Till the appointed period come,
when death shall set me free.
Scripture: Job 14:1-15 Languages: English
Job 14:1-15: Few are thy days, and full of woe
Job 26:6-14: Who can resist th' Almighty arm
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R9 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Who can resist th' Almighty arm Lyrics:
Who can resist th’ Almighty arm
that made the starry sky?
Or who elude the certain glance
of God’s all-seeing eye?
From him no cov’ring vails our crimes;
hell opens to his sight;
And all Destruction’s secret snares
lie full disclosed in light.
Firm on the boundless void of space
he poised the steady pole,
And in the circle of his clouds
bade secret waters roll.
While nature’s universal frame
its Maker’s power reveals,
His throne, remote from mortal eyes
an awful cloud conceals.
From where the rising day ascends,
to where it sets in night,
He compasses the floods with bounds,
and checks their threat’ning might.
The pillars that support the sky
tremble at his rebuke;
Through all its caverns quakes the earth,
as though its centre shook.
He brings the waters from their beds,
although no tempest blows,
And smites the kingdom of the proud
without the hand of foes.
With bright inhabitants above
he fills the heavenly land,
And all the crooked serpent’s breed
dismayed before him stand.
Few of his works can we survey;
these few our skill transcend:
But the full thunder of his pow’r
what heart can comprehend?
Scripture: Job 26:6-14 Languages: English
Job 26:6-14: Who can resist th' Almighty arm
Prov. 1:20-31: In streets, and op'nings of the gates
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R10 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In streets, and op'nings of the gates Lyrics:
In streets, and op’nings of the gates,
where pours the busy crowd,
Thus heav’nly Wisdom lifts her voice,
and cries to men aloud:
How long, ye scorners of the truth,
scornful will ye remain?
How long shall fools their folly love,
and hear my words in vain?
O turn, at last, at my reproof!
and, in that happy hour,
His bless’d effusions on your heart
my Spirit down shall pour.
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But since so long, with earnest voice,
to you in vain I call
Since all my counsels and reproofs
thus ineffectual fall;
The time will come, when humbled low,
in Sorrow’s evil day,
Your voice by anguish shall be taught,
but taught too late, to pray.
When, like the whirlwind, o’er the deep
comes Desolation’s blast;
Pray’rs then extorted shall be vain,
the hour of mercy past.
The choice you made has fixed your doom;
for this is Heav’n’s decree,
That with the fruits of what he sowed
the sinner filled shall be.
Scripture: Proverbs 1:20-31 Languages: English
Prov. 1:20-31: In streets, and op'nings of the gates
Prov. 3:13-17: O happy is the man who hears
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R11 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: O happy is the man who hears Lyrics:
O happy is the man who hears
Instruction’s warning voice;
And who celestial Wisdom makes
his early, only choice.
For she has treasures greater far
than east or west unfold;
And her rewards more precious are
than all their stores of gold.
In her right hand she holds to view
a length of happy days;
Riches with splendid honours
are what her left displays.
She guides the young with innocence,
in pleasure’s paths to tread,
A crown of glory she bestows
upon the hoary head.
According as her labours rise,
so her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
Scripture: Proverbs 3:13-17 Languages: English
Prov. 3:13-17: O happy is the man who hears
Proverbs 8:22-36: Keep silence, all ye sons of men
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R13 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Keep silence, all ye sons of men Lyrics:
Keep silence, all ye sons of men,
and hear with rev’rence due;
Eternal Wisdom from above
thus lifts her voice to you:
I was th’ Almighty’s chief delight
from everlasting days,
Ere yet his arm was stretched forth
the heav’ns and earth to raise.
Before the sea began to flow,
and leave the solid land,
Before the hills and mountains rose,
I dwelt at his right hand.
When first he reared the arch of heav’n,
and spread the clouds on air,
When first the fountains of the deep
he opened, I was there.
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There I was with him, when he stretched
his compass o’er the deep,
And charged the ocean’s swelling waves
within their bounds to keep.
With joy I saw th’ abode prepared
which men were soon to fill:
Them from the first of days I loved,
unchanged, I love them still.
Now therefore hearken to my words,
ye children, and be wise:
Happy the man that keeps my ways;
the man that shuns them dies.
Where dubious paths perplex the mind,
direction I afford;
Life shall be his that follows me
and favour from the Lord.
But he who scorns my sacred laws
shall deeply wound his heart,
He courts destruction who contemns
the counsel I impart.
Scripture: Proverbs 8:22-36 Languages: English
Proverbs 8:22-36: Keep silence, all ye sons of men
Eccles. 7:2-6: While others crowd the house of mirth
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R14 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: While others crowd the house of mirth Lyrics:
While others crowd the house of mirth,
and haunt the gaudy show,
Let such as would with Wisdom dwell,
frequent the house of woe.
Better to weep with those who weep,
and share th’ afflicted’s smart,
Than mix with fools in giddy joys
that cheat and wound the heart.
When virtuous sorrow clouds the face,
and tears bedim the eye,
The soul is led to solemn thought,
and wafted to the Sky.
The wise in heart revisit oft
grief’s dark sequestered cell;
The thoughtless still with levity
and mirth delight to dwell.
The noisy laughter of the fool
is like the crackling sound
Of blazing thorns, which quickly fall
in ashes to The ground.
Scripture: Ecclesiastes 7:2-6 Languages: English
Eccles. 7:2-6: While others crowd the house of mirth
Eccles. 12:1: In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R16 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth Lyrics:
In life’s gay morn, when sprightly youth
with vital ardour glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms
which beauty can disclose;
Deep on thy soul, before its pow’rs
are yet by vice enslaved,
Be thy Creator’s glorious name
and character engraved.
For soon the shades of grief shall cloud
the sunshine of thy days;
And cares, and toils, in endless round,
encompass all thy ways.
Soon shall thy heart the woes of age
in mournful groans deplore,
And sadly muse on former joys,
that now return no more.
Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1 Languages: English
Eccles. 12:1: In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth
Isaiah 1:10-19: Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R17 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice Lyrics:
Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice
of heav’n’s eternal Lord;
Men of Gomorrah! bend your ear
submissive to his word.
’Tis thus he speaks; To what intent
are your oblations vain?
Why load my altars with your gifts,
polluted and profane?
Burnt-off’rings long may blaze to heav’n,
and incense cloud the skies;
The worship and the worshipper
are hateful in my eyes.
Your rites, your fasts, your pray’rs, I scorn,
and pomp of solemn days:
I know your hearts are full of guile,
and Crooked are your ways.
But cleanse your hands, ye guilty race,
and cease from deeds of sin;
Learn in your actions to be just,
and pure in heart within.
Mock not my name with honours vain,
but keep my holy laws;
Do justice to the friendless poor,
and plead the widow’s cause.
Then though your guilty souls are stained
with sins of crimson dye,
Yet, through my grace with snow itself
in whiteness they shall vie.
Scripture: Isaiah 1:10-19 Languages: English
Isaiah 1:10-19: Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice
Isaiah 2:2-6: Behold! the mountain of the Lord
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R18 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Behold! the mountain of the Lord Lyrics:
Behold! the mountain of the Lord
in latter days shall rise
On mountain tops above the hills,
and draw the wond’ring eyes.
To this the joyful nations round,
all tribes and tongues shall flow;
Up to the hill of God, they’ll say,
and to his house we’ll go.
The beam that shines from Sion hill
shall lighten ev’ry land;
The King who reigns in Salem’s tow’rs
shall all the world command.
Among the nations he shall judge;
his judgments truth shall guide;
His sceptre shall protect the just,
and quell the sinner’s pride.
No strife shall rage, nor hostile feuds
disturb those peaceful years;
To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
to pruning-hooks their spears.
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No longer hosts encount’ring hosts
shall crowds of slain deplore:
They hang the trumpet in the hall,
and study war no more.
Come then, O house of Jacob! come
to worship at his Shrine;
And, walking in the light of God,
with holy beauties shine,
Scripture: Isaiah 2:2-6 Languages: English
Isaiah 2:2-6: Behold! the mountain of the Lord
Isaiah 9:2-8: The race that long in darkness pined
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R19 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The race that long in darkness pined Lyrics:
The race that long in darkness pined,
have seen a glorious light;
The people dwell in day, who dwelt
in death’s surrounding night.
To hail thy rise, thou better Sun!
the gath’ring nations came,
Joyous, as when the reapers bear
the harvest treasures home.
For thou our burden hast remov’d,
and quelled th’ oppressor’s sway,
Quick as the slaughtered squadrons fell
in Midian’s evil day.
To us a Child of hope is barn;
to us a Son is giv’n;
Him shall the tribes of earth obey,
him all the hosts of heav’n.
His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
for evermore adored,
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
the great and mighty Lord.
His pow’r increasing still shall spread,
his reign no end shall know;
Justice shall guard his throne above,
and peace abound below.
Scripture: Isaiah 9:2-8 Languages: English
Isaiah 9:2-8: The race that long in darkness pined
Isaiah 26:1-7: How glorious Sion's courts appear
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R20 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How glorious Sion's courts appear Lyrics:
How glorious Sion’s courts appear,
the city of our God!
His throne he hath established here
here fixed his loved abode.
Its wall, defended by his grace
no pow’r shall e’er o’erthrow,
Salvation is its bulwark sure
against th’ assailing foe.
Lift up the everlasting gates,
the doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye nations, who obey
the statutes of our King.
Here shall ye taste unmingled joys,
and dwell in perfect peace,
Ye, who have known JEHOVAH’s name,
and trusted in his grace.
Trust in the Lord, for ever trust,
and banish all your fears;
Strength In the Lord JEHOVAH dwells
eternal as his years.
What though the wicked dwell on high,
his arm shall bring them low;
Low as the caverns of the grave
their lofty heads shall bow.
Along the dust shall then be spread
their tow’rs, that brave the skies:
On them the needy’s feet shall tread,
and on their ruins rise.
Scripture: Isaiah 26:1-7 Languages: English
Isaiah 26:1-7: How glorious Sion's courts appear
Isaiah 33:13-18: Attend, ye tribes that dwell remote
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R21 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Attend, ye tribes that dwell remote Lyrics:
Attend, ye tribes that dwell remote,
ye tribes at hand, give ear;
Th’ upright in heart alone have hope.
the false in heart have fear.
The man who walks with God in truth,
and ev’ry guile disdains;
Who hates to lift oppression’s rod,
and scorns its shameful gains;
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Whose soul abhors the impious bribe
the tempts from truth to stray,
And from th’ enticing snares of vice
who turns his eyes away:
His dwelling, ‘midst the strength of rocks,
shall ever stand secure;
His Father will provide his bread,
his water shall be sure.
For him the kingdom of the just
afar doth glorious shine;
And he the King of kings shall see
in majesty divine.
Scripture: Isaiah 33:13-18 Languages: English
Isaiah 33:13-18: Attend, ye tribes that dwell remote
Isaiah 40:27-31: Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R22 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint Lyrics:
Why pour’st thou forth thine anxious plaint,
despairing of relief,
As if the Lord o’erlook’d thy cause,
and did not heed thy grief?
Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard,
that firm remains on high
The everlasting throne of Him
who formed the earth and sky?
Art thou afraid his pow’r shall fail
when comes thy evil day?
And can an all-creating arm
grow weary or decay?
Supreme in wisdom as in pow’r
the Rock of ages stands;
Though him thou canst not see, nor trace
the working of his hands.
He gives the conquest to the weak,
supports the fainting heart;
And courage in the evil hour
his heav’nly aids impart.
Mere human pow’r shall fast decay,
and youthful vigour cease;
But they who wait upon the Lord,
in strength shall still increase.
They with unwearied feet shall tread
the path of life divine;
With growing ardent onward move,
with growing brightness shine.
On eagles’ wings they mount, they soar,
their wings are faith and love,
Till, past the cloudy regions here,
they rise to heav’n above.
Scripture: Isaiah 40:27-31 Languages: English
Isaiah 40:27-31: Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint
Isaiah 42:1-13: Behold my Servant! see him rise
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R23 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Behold my Servant! see him rise Lyrics:
Behold my Servant! see him rise
exalted in my might!
Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.
On him, in rich effusion poured,
my Spirit shall descend;
My truths and judgments he shall show
to earth’s remotest end.
Gentle and still shall be his voice,
no threats from him proceed;
The smoking flax he shall not quench,
nor break the bruised reed.
The feeble spark to flames he’ll raise;
the weak will not despise;
Judgment he shall bring forth to truth,
and make the fallen rise.
The progress of his zeal and pow’r
shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles
receive the law divine.
He who erected heav’ns bright arch,
and bade the planets roll,
Who peopled all the climes of earth,
and formed the human soul,
Thus saith the Lord, Thee have I raised,
my Prophet thee install;
In right I’ve raised thee, and in strength
I’ll succour whom I call.
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I will establish with the lands
a covenant in thee,
To give the Gentile nations light,
and set the pris’ners free:
Asunder burst the gates of brass;
the iron fetters fall;
And gladsome light and liberty
are straight restored to all.
I am the Lord, and by the name
of great JEHOVAH known;
No idol shall usurp my praise,
nor mount into my throne.
Lo! former scenes, predicted once
conspicuous rise to view;
And future scenes, predicted now,
shall be accomplished too.
Sing to the Lord in joyful strains!
let earth his praise resound,
Ye who upon the ocean dwell,
and fill the isles around!
O city of the Lord! begin
the universal song;
And let the scattered villages
the cheerful notes prolong.
Let Kedar’s wilderness afar
lift up its lonely voice;
And let the tenants of the rock
with accents rude rejoice;
Till ‘midst the streams of distant lands
the islands sound his praise;
And all combined, with one accord,
JEHOVAH’s glories raise.
Scripture: Isaiah 42:1-13 Languages: English
Isaiah 42:1-13: Behold my Servant! see him rise
Isaiah 49:13-17: Ye heav'ns send forth your song of praise!
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R24 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Ye heav'ns send forth your song of praise! Lyrics:
Ye heav’ns send forth your song of praise!
earth, raise your voice below!
Let hills and mountains join the hymn,
and joy through nature flow.
Behold how gracious is our God!
hear the consoling strains,
In which he cheers our drooping hearts,
and mitigates our pains.
Cease ye, when days of darkness come,
in sad dismay to mourn,
As if the Lord could leave his saints
forsaken or forlorn.
Can the fond mother e’er forget
the infant whom she bore?
And can its plaintive cries be heard,
nor move compassion more?
She may forget: nature may fail
a parent’s heart to move;
But Sion on my heart shall dwell
in everlasting love.
Full in my sight, upon my hands
I have engraved her name:
My hands shall build her ruined walls,
and raise her broken frame.
Scripture: Isaiah 49:13-17 Languages: English
Isaiah 49:13-17: Ye heav'ns send forth your song of praise!
Isaiah 53: How few receive with cordial faith
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R25 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How few receive with cordial faith Lyrics:
How few receive with cordial faith
the tidings which we bring?
How few have seen the arm revealed
of heav’n’s eternal King?
The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
bespeaks his presence nigh;
No earthly beauty shines in him
to draw the carnal eye.
Fair as a beauteous tender flow’r
amidst the desert grows,
So slighted by a rebel race
the heav’nly Saviour rose.
Rejected and despised of men,
behold a man of woe!
Grief was his close companion still
through all his life below.
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Yet all the griefs he felt were ours,
ours were the woes he bore:
Pangs, not his own, his spotless soul
with bitter anguish tore.
We held him as condemned by Heav’n,
an outcast from his God,
While for our sins he groaned, he bled,
beneath his Father’s rod.
His sacred blood hath washed our souls
from sin’s polluted stain;
His stripes es have healed us, and his death
revived our souls again.
We all, like sheep, had gone astray
in ruin’s fatal road:
On him were our transgressions laid;
he bore the mighty load.
Wronged and oppressed how meekly he
in patient silence stood!
Mute, as the peaceful harmless lamb,
when brought to shed its blood.
Who can his generation tell?
from prison see him led!
With impious show of law condemned,
and numbered with the dead.
’Midst sinners low in dust he lay;
the rich a grave supplied:
Unspotted was his blameless life;
unstained by sin he died.
Yet God shall raise his head on high,
though thus he brought him low;
His sacred off’ring, when complete,
shall terminate his woe.
For, saith the Lord, my pleasure then
shall prosper in his hand;
His shall a num’rous offspring be,
and still his honours stand.
His soul, rejoicing, shall behold
the purchase of his pain;
And all the guilty whom he saved
shall bless Messiah’s reign.
He with the great shall share the spoil,
and baffle all his foes;
Though ranked with sinners, here he fell,
a conqueror he rose.
He died to bear the guilt of men,
that sin might be forgiv’n:
He lives to bless them and defend,
and plead their cause in heav’n.
Scripture: Isaiah 53 Languages: English
Isaiah 53: How few receive with cordial faith
Isaiah 55: Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R26 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring Lyrics:
Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
where living waters flow:
Free to that sacred fountain all
without a price may go.
How long to streams of false delight
will ye in crowds repair?
How long your strength and substance waste
on trifles, light as air?
My stores afford those rich supplies
that health and pleasure give:
Incline your ear, and come to me;
the soul that hears shall live.
With you a cov’nant I will make,
that ever shall endure;
The hope which gladdened David’s heart
my mercy hath made sure.
Behold he comes! your leader comes,
with might and honour crowned;
A witness who shall spread my name
to earth’s remotest bound.
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See! nations hasten to his call
from ev’ry distant shore;
Isles, yet unknown, shall bow to him,
and Isr’el’s God adore.
Seek ye the Lord while yet his ear
is open to your call;
While offered mercy still is near,
before his footstool fall.
Let sinners quit their evil ways,
their evil thoughts forego:
And God, when they to him return,
returning grace will show.
He pardons with o’erflowing love:
for, hear the voice divine!
My nature is not like to yours,
nor like your ways are mine:
But far as heav’n’s resplendent orbs
beyond earth’s spot extend,
As far my thoughts, as far my ways,
your ways and thoughts transcend.
And as the rains from heav’n distil,
nor thither mount again,
But swell the earth with fruitful juice,
and all its tribes sustain:
So not a word that flows from me
shall ineffectual fall;
But universal nature prove
obedient to my call.
With joy and peace shall then be led
the glad converted lands;
The lofty mountains then shall sing,
the forests clap their hands.
Where briers grew ‘midst barren wilds,
shall firs and myrtles spring;
And nature, through its utmost bounds,
eternal praises sing.
Scripture: Isaiah 55 Languages: English
Isaiah 55: Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
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