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Praise to God for his goodness and truth

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXV (1787) First Line: I'll praise my maker with my breath Lyrics: I I'll praise my maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. II Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust: Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. III Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isra'l's God: he made the sky, And earth and seas with all their train: His truth forever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. IV The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. V He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. IV I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Languages: English

The Just called to praise God

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XIX (1787) First Line: Let all the just to God with joy Lyrics: I Let all the just to God with joy Their cheerful voices raise; For well the righteous it becomes To sing glad songs of praise. II Let harps, and psalteries, and lutes In joyful concert meet; And new made songs of loud applause The harmony complete. III For faithful is the word of God, His works with truth abound; He justice loves, and all the earth Is with his goodness crown'd. IV By his Almighty word at first Heaven's glorious arch was rear'd, And all the beauteous hosts of light At his command appear'd. V The swelling floods together roll'd He makes in heaps to lie; And lays, as in a storehouse, safe, The wat'ry treasures by. VI Let earth and all that dwell therein Before him trembling stand; For when he spake the word, 'twas made, 'Twas fix'd at his command. VII Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees Shall stand for ever sure; The settled purpose of his heart To ages shall endure. Languages: English

The all-seeing God

Hymnal: SPH1787 #VI (1787) First Line: Lord, thou hast searched, and seen through Lyrics: I Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro', Thine eye commands with piercing view; My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs. II My thoughts before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my op'ning lips they break. III Within thy circling power I stand On ev'ry side I find thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. IV Amazing knowledge! vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast! Is in the boundless prospect lost. V "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin for God is there. Pause I. VI Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun? Or from thy dreadful glory run? VII If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthroned in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. VIII If mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. IX Or should I try to shun thy sight, Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. X "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin, for God is there. Pause II XI The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes: Thy hand can search thy foes as soon Thro' midnight shades, as blazing noon. XII Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee: Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye. XIII "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin, for God is there. Languages: English

The frailty and shortness of life

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXIX (1787) First Line: Lord, what a feeble piece Lyrics: I Lord, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame? Our life how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! II Alas, the brittle clay That built our body first! And ev'ry month, and ev'ry day, 'Tis mould'ring back to dust. III Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. IV Well, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight, We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. V They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea; Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity. Languages: English

A new Song for Morning and Evening

Hymnal: SPH1787 #VIII (1787) First Line: My God, how endless is thy love! Lyrics: I My God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new: And morning-mercies from above Gently distil like earthly dew. II Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy pow'rs. III I yield my pow'rs to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days: Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. Languages: English

God the Shepherd

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XX (1787) First Line: My shepherd will supply my need Lyrics: I My shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream. II He brings my wand'ring spirit back When I forsake his ways; And leads me for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. III When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay, A word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. IV Thy hand in sight of all my foes Doth still my table spread, My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. V The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; O may thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise! VI There would I find a settled rest, (While others go and come) No more a stranger, or a guest, But like a child at home. Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: SPH1787 #VII (1787) First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: I 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. [Note: This Psalm may be sung to the tune of the Old 1125h or 1275h Psalm, by adding these lines to every stanza, viz. Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame An equal honour to his name? [Otherwise it must be sung as the 100th Psalm] II The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathomed deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms across the skies. III 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. IV The world's foundations by his hand Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. V 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. VI 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. VII He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. VIII 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 IX 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. X 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. XI 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. XII O bless his name, ye people, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread: While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts. Pause II XIII 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. XIV 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. XV 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. XVI 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. XVII 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. XVIII 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. XIX 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. XX 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 III XXI 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. XXII 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. XIII 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. XXIV 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. XXV 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. XXVI 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. XXVII In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy. XXVIII While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Languages: English

Praise to God for his greatness

Hymnal: SPH1787 #IX (1787) First Line: O come, loud anthems let us sing Lyrics: I O come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. II Into his presence let us haste To thank him for his favours past. To him address in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs. III For God the Lord, enthron'd in state, Is, with unrival'd glory, great; A king superior far to all, Whom by his title God we call, IV The depths of earth are in his hand, Her secret wealth at his command; The strength of hills that threat the skies, Subjected to his empire lies. V O let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there: Down on our knees devoutly all Before the Lord our maker fall. Languages: English

O God, my gracious God, to thee

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXI (1787) Lyrics: I O God, my gracious God, to thee My mourning pray'rs shall offer'd be; For me thy thirsty soul does pant; My fainting flesh implores thy grace, Within this dry and barren place Where I refreshing waters want. II O! to my longing eyes once more, That view of glorious pow'r restore, Which thy majestic house displays: Because to me thy wond'rous love Than life itself does dearer prove, My lips shall always speak thy praise. III My life, while I that life enjoy, In blessing God I will employ, With lifted hands adore his name: My soul's content shall be as great, As theirs who choicest dainties eat, While I with joy his praise proclaim. IV When I lie down, sweet sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my mind, And when I wake in dead of night: Because thou still dost succour bring, Beneath the shadow of thy wing I rest with safety and delight. Languages: English

Rejoicing in God

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXII (1787) First Line: O praise ye the Lord Lyrics: I O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice, His praise in the great Assembly to sing. In our great Creator Let Isra'l rejoice, And children of Zion Be glad in their King. II Let them his great name Extol in the dance; With timbrel and harp His praises express; Who always takes pleasure His saints to advance And with with salvation The humble to bless. Languages: English