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In loftiest strains our sov'reign Lord adore

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 In loftiest strains our sov'reign Lord adore, In strains, ye sons of men, untun'd before; 2 Sing, sing his name; with praise approach his throne, And let his pow'r in joyous hymns be shewn: 3 His glory to the nations round declare, His mighty works let all the people hear: 4 Great is our God, and highly to be prais'd, Far 'bove the gods that human pride hath rais'd; 5 Gods that to human madness ow'd their birth; 6 While form'd Jehovah heav'ns and seas and earth. 'Fore him authority and pow'r appear; Beauty and strength in his bright presence are. 7 Ye nations all that by his goodness live, The honour due unto the Godhead give; 8 Grateful, his great unfathom'd glory sing, And to his sacred courts your victims bring. 9 In festal pomp his hallow'd dome draw near, And hail his name with reverential fear. 10 Say to the heathen, that our Lord is God, That worlds are govern'd by his awful nod; To him that earth her firm foundation owes, And that he rules by equitable laws. 11 Rejoice, ye heav'ns--thou earth, exult with joy-- Thou air, thou sea--be this the glad employ Of all that breathe in earth, in sea, in air-- 12 Their joyous transports let the fields declare, Smile, smile, ye woods; let flow'rs, let fruits around Adorn your boughs; let verdure cloath the ground; 13 Be gay, all nature, for he comes, he comes; The judge, th' impartial judge, he now assumes; He comes the righteous from their foes to free, He comes to rule the world with equity. Scripture: Psalm 96

He's trebly blest, who dreads th' omniscient God

Author: Thomas Cradock Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 He's trebly blest, who dreads th' omniscient God, And in his perfect way with fear has trod, 2 Himself and his kind providence's care; The produce of his hands he long shall share, 3 His wife, chaste object of his faithful loves, Fills all his wishes, and his joys improves; Like beauteous olives in a fruitful soil, His children croud his board, and crown his toil. 4 Thus blest he lives--his God will still bestow; Still from his God incessant bounties flow; And, more t' enhance his happiness, he sees His country blest with opulence and peace; 6 He sees his own and country's welfare join'd, While fond parental transports fill his mind; He sees his race of ev'ry good possest, Thanks his kind God, and dies supremely blest. Scripture: Psalm 128

Full oft (may Israel say) invet'rate foes

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Full oft (may Israel say) invet'rate foes, E'en from our infant-state, have causeless rose; 2 Full oft our peace, our lives, have they assail'd; But never yet their villain-schemes prevail'd: 3 Oft heavy burthens on our backs they've laid; And with their barb'rous cruelties dismay'd. 4 But heav'n is ever just--our bonds he broke, And freed his people from the galling yoke. 5 May sure confusion and vain hopes await The impious nations that our Sion hate: 6 Wither like grass on lofty roofs, our foes; Like grass that never to perfection grows; 7 Which, left the pastime of the wanton wind, The mower scorns, nor will the gleaners bind; 8 Which views the trav'ller with a careless eye,\ Nor craves a blessing, as he passes by. Scripture: Psalm 129

'Fore thee, O gracious God, I stand confest

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 'Fore thee, O gracious God, I stand confest; Thou view'st the inmost secrets of my breast; 2 Whate'er my heart conceives, my hands have done, Howe'er from man conceal'd, to thee is known: 3 My night's repose, the travail of my days, Thy wisdom searches, and thy eye surveys: 4 Nor from my tongue drops one unheeded word, But strait thou hear'st it, O omniscient Lord: 5 Whate'er I am, my frame, behind, before, Is all the bright exertion of thy pow'r. 6 Such knowledge far transcends the narrow bounds Of human lore, and all our pride confounds. 7 O how shall I thy awful presence shun? To what dark corner from thy spirit run? 8 If I ascend to yon celestial sphere, Lo! thou in dreadful majesty art there: To hell's drear shade if I direct my road, E'en there I find the omnipresent God. 9 Me with her roseate car if morn supply, And to the limits of the west I fly; 10 'Tis vain; still in thy presence I shall stand, Expos'd to all the thunder of thy hand. 11 Say, shall I hide me in the gloomy night? Alas! thy presence makes the darkness light; Thy presence drives the darkness far away; With thee there's no alternate night and day. 13 Thou form'st the close recesses of the mind, And in those close recesses thee I find: When a rude embryo in the womb I lay, Thou gav'st a cov'ring to my growing clay. 14 The perfect model of my frame displays Thy wond'rous wisdom, and extorts my praise; My mind runs o'er thy works with awe unfeign'd, And owns the pow'r she cannot comprehend: 15 Owns, when at first in secret I was made, Thine eye the gloomy dwelling did pervade; To forming nature was the certain guide, And o'er the curious texture did preside. 16 Thou knew'st me, Lord, while yet my limbs were nought, For in thy book my formless limbs were wrote; And, 'fore they were, thy wonder-working mind Their various pow'rs, their stated hours, design'd. 17 This when my soul revolves, in wild amaze She's lost, and can but offer up her praife; And vainly she attempts to number o'er The dread stupendous wonders of thy pow'r: 18 For with much greater ease I'd count the sand Which cast the flowing tides upon the strand, E'en tho' I mould eternal vigils keep, And ne'er indulge my eyes in balmy sleep. 19 O when wilt thou the impious race destroy, Whose thirst is blood, and homicide their joy; 20 Who with their villain-tongues thy works blaspheme, And, wanton in their guilt, profane thy name? 21 Say, are not they the objects of my hate, Who dare thy sacred statutes violate? Count I not them among my enemies, Who thee blaspheme, and thy dread pow'r despise? 22 Yes; sure I hate them, nor my friends shall be The impious crouds, who dare dishonour thee? 23 O search, all-clement God, my honest mind; Thou'lt still thy love my ruling passion find: 24 If with the wicked I thy laws contemn, Consign me to eternal woes with them; If with the righteous I thy laws obey, Guide me with them to everlafting day. Scripture: Psalm 139

Save me, my God; protect me from the foe

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 Save me, my God; protect me from the foe, That all may fear, thy name, thy pow'r may know; 2 List to my pray'r; O turn a gracious ear, 3 For strangers strike my heart with sudden fear; Against my peace the fierce oppressors rise; And have not set thy vengeance 'fore their eyes. 4 But lo! the Lord's my help; he'll free my soul; He'll the vile schemes of cruel men controul; 5 By their own impious arts themselves shall fall, And in the toils they've laid shall perish all. 6 Therefore to him the solemn vow I'11 pay, His praise I'll sing, his goodness I'll display; 7 For he from my distress will set me free, And give success against my enemy. Scripture: Psalm 54

My soul rests only on her mighty God

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 My soul rests only on her mighty God; From him her safety and her strength has flow'd; 2 My rock of refuge he, my sure defence; Hence, ye vain fears; ye idle terrors, hence! 3 Ye sons of mischief, with weak malice fraught, How long will ye indulge each treach'rous thought! Soon shall ye be destroy'd; ye soon shall fall, And break to pieces, like a tumbling wall. 4 Vainly you all your empty efforts try, To ruin him whom God exalts on high; Vainly you false designing friendships feign; Vain are your lies; your imprecations vain. 5 Mean while, my soul, rest on thy mighty God; From him thy safety and thy strength hath flow'd; 6 Thy rock of refuge he, thy sure defence; Hence ye vain fears; ye idle terrors hence! 8 On him, ye people, constantly rely; Pour forth your hearts, he'll not the boon deny. 9 Surely the great, the proudest potentate, And the poor wretch that mourns his abject state, 'Fore him are equal;--weigh them in the scales With vanity, and vanity prevails. 10 Trust not in wealth, by violence obtain'd; 'Twill go as fleetly, as 'twas basely gain'd; Riches flow in, but make them not your boast; Swiftly they wing away, and soon are lost. 11 Once God hath spoke, and twice I've heard him say, To him alone belongs eternal sway ; 12 And I'll avow, and speak it all abroad, Justice and mercy both belong to God. Scripture: Psalm 62

In Sion's sacred fane the joyous lay

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 In Sion's sacred fane the joyous lay Thy name attends; thy favour'd people pay The votive offering, Lord; the hallow'd blood Flows round thy altar in a purple flood. 2 Propitious, thou our faithful vows dost hear; To thee shall fly the sons of men in pray'r. 3 Thy punishments for sin afflict me sore; Cleanse me, my God, and they shall wound no more. 4 Blest is the man, whom thou shalt chuse a friend, And in thy sacred temple bid attend! O glorious lot! O heavenly employ! Thy sacred temple fills his soul with joy. 5 The nations tremble with a dread dismay, When thou thy righteous judgments dost display; When fall thy terrors on the impious proud, When crown thy bright rewards the humbly good. 6 Great is thy pow'r--when shatter'd by the storm, Thou bid'st the mountain on her base stand firm. 7 By winds disturb'd, thou still'st the roaring sea, And dost the tumults of the world allay. 8 Thy thunder rolls, thy rapid lightnings glare; The hearts of all are sunk in awful fear: Thy sun breaks forth, and gives to nature birth; Owns thy beneficence the quicken'd earth: 9 Thou pour'st thy waters on the thirsty soil; The fatten'd lands reward the ploughman's toil: With fruitful show'rs revived thou the fields, And the rich glebe it's golden produce yields: 10 Falls on the stubborn earth thy pearly dew; The plains in all their verdant pride we view: 11 Or on the ridgey hills, or in the vales, The glad'ning influence of thy pow'r prevails; 12 Gaily the herds along thy pastures rove; Climb the steep cliff, or range the leafy grove; Where'er they range, fair herbs and flow'rs abound; Rich affluence covers the enamel'd ground; Their God, the hills, the plains, the vallies sing, And bless the bounties of their heav'nly king. Scripture: Psalm 65

In thee, all-clement God, my hopes I place

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 In thee, all-clement God, my hopes I place; O never let thy servant know disgrace; 2 But hear; thy kind indulgent mercy shew, And bid thy justice free me from the foe: 3 My rock, my fortress, my salvation, thou; Hope of my youth, and object of my vow, To thee I fly, as to a sure defence, To thee, blest guardian of my innocence; Cause thou the schemes of cruel men to fail; Nor let their efforts 'gainst my peace prevail. 6 To me thy mercies have been always great; Those mercies oft I gratefully repeat; How from my birth thy goodness thou hast shewn, How from my infant-years thou'st led me on. 7 Now of derision I an object prove; Yet still my certain refuge is thy love; 8 Therefore, while glads the radiant sun the day, Thine honour I, thy goodness will display. 9 Of impious foes protect me from the rage, And not forsake me in my feeble age: 10 Constant their secret mischiefs they prepare, And greatly hope, they shall my life ensnare: 11 "His God denies him aid; he's ours (they cry) "Now seize him, take him, and the wretch destroy." 12 But thou, O God, thy kind assistance lend, Baffle their hopes, and my poor soul defend; 13 With vile dishonour and with shame meet they, To certain ruin who'd my steps betray; Infatuate thou their schemes, their hearts confound, Who make it all their joy my soul to wound, 14 For in thy mercy I will ever hope, I'll praise the bounteous God that rais'd me up; 15 Thy love unmerited I'll daily sing, And to thy glorious name attune the string; 16 Extol the pow'r, that gives me strength in war, And thy strict justice faithfullv declare. 17 My youth thou'st guided in tne perfect road, Nor have I prov'd ungrateful to my God. 18 Now then, when age with all it's ills oppress, Now not desert me in my deep distress; That I to nations yet unborn may sing The pow'r, the mercy, of my heav'nly king. 19 Thy justice, Lord, ascends yon heav'ns above; O dread creator, who like thee can prove? 20 True; thou didst plunge me in the depths of grief, But soon thy mercy gave my soul relief: 21 Pow'r, wealth and honour, soon didst thou supply, And gav'st me peace and happiness t' enjoy. 22 Therefore my psalt'ry and my harp display Thy truth, O Israels God, from day to day; 23 Therefore my soul, by thee redeem'd from woe, In ardent praise her gratitude shall shew; 24 Therefore thy righteous acts shall fill my tongue; The justice of my God my constant song; Who on my foes did dire destruction pour, My foes, who sought his servant to devour. Scripture: Psalm 71

In loftiest strains address the mighty God

Author: Thomas Cradock Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 In loftiest strains address the mighty God; To Israel's great redeemer chant aloud; 2 Chant the glad psalm, and to the timbrel join The lute, the psaltery, harmony divine! 3 Sound, sound the clarion, and your joy display; Now is the Hated feast, the solemn day; 4 The sacred solemn day, which heav'n ordain'd, Which Israel swore t' observe, while time remain'd; 5 The great memorial of Egyptian rage, When nought cou'd Pharaoh's harden'd heart assuage; When on the banks of Nile, sad wand'rers, they In direful bondage groan'd, and felt dismay; When they a language heard, not understood; 6 When bent their backs beneath the galling load. 7 "'Twas then, in misery sunk, with griefs appall'd, "With fervent prayer (says God) on me you call'd; "On me you call'd, and I indulgent heard, "Dispers'd your woes, your road to freedom clear'd; "Enwrapt in clouds, I gave my sacred law, "In thunder spoke, and struck your souls with awe; "Your faith at Merihah's fam'd waters prov'd, "Forgave your murmurs, and the cause remov'd. 8 "Hear, O my people, with attention hear, "Hear, while my solemn promise I declare: 9 "If thou my laws, my statutes, will obey, "And after other gods wilt scorn to stray: "If to their altars thou'lt no victims bring, 10 "But only worship me, thy God, thy king, "Thy God that from hard bondage set thee free, " And pav'd thy way to peace, to liberty; "On thee I'll blessings 'bove thy hopes bestow, "And ev'ry solid good to thee shall flow; 11 "Vainly I said; my people wou'd not hear, "But to my promise tum'd a listless ear; 12 "Therefore I left them to their worst of foes, "Their senseless selves, the guides themselves had chose; "Therefore I left them, madly to fulfil "The wretched dictates of their headstrong will. 13 "But Oh! that they had heard me, and obey'd, "Nor ever from the way I taught them stray'd! 14 "Me their support, with glory they had reign'd, "And o'er their foes a noble conquest gain'd. 15 "I had not then maintain'd the odious cause "Of those that hate me, and despise my laws; "To Israel they had yielded; Israel's God "Eternal rule on Israel had bestow'd; 16 "Them with what happy affluence I had blest! "The fields had furnish'd a continual feast; "From the hard rock had gush'd ambrosial rills, "Sweet as the nectar, which the bee distils. Scripture: Psalm 81

How glorious, Lord, thy temple? what desires

Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: 1 How glorious, Lord, thy temple? what desires Fill my whole soul, O God? what rapture fires? How asks my glowing heart the glad employ? My limbs, my very bones, demand the joy. 3 Nigh thee, secure, her nest the sparrow builds; Thy sacred altar to the swallow yields Fit refuge for her young; in artless lays Their sweet melodious throats pour forth thy praise, 4 Thrice happy all who in thy temple dwell! Thy pow'r, thy praises, they shall constant tell, 5 Thrice happy they, who on their God rely, And with their victims to his altar hie! 6 Thro' the dry vale as they direct their way, Their thirst the cooling riv'let shall allay; To fill their cisterns, falls the kindly rain, While the vow'd victims to their God are slain. 8 Dread God of battles, hear thy servant's pray'r; O to his pious vows incline thy ear; 9 'Tis thy anointed pleads; his shield art thou; Thy own anointed with indulgence view. 10 One day within thy courts to him appears, A lot more glorious than a thousand years: The meanest office there I'd nobler own, Than 'mid the wicked an exalted throne, 11 For, like the beamy monarch of the day, Dost thou the glories of thy light display; Thou, like a shield, thy servants dost defend, And all the blessings of thy mercy send; No blessing to the righteous thou'st deny; 12 Thrice happy they, that will on thee rely! Scripture: Psalm 84