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Psalm 42 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.97 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Complaint of absence from public worship; Public worship, absence from it complained of First Line: With earnest longings of the mind Lyrics: With earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find And taste the cooling brook. When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control, "And where's your God at last?" 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise. But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove, For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Scripture: Psalm 42:1-5 Languages: English

Psalm 42 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.98 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Complaint of absence from public worship; Public worship, absence from it complained of First Line: My spirit sinks within me, Lord Lyrics: My spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. Huge troubles with tumultuous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, "My God, my heav'nly rock, Why doth thy love so long forget The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav'nly hill, My God, my most exceeding joy. Scripture: Psalm 42:6-11 Languages: English

Psalm 84 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.174 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Worship public; Public prayer and praise First Line: How pleasant, how divinely fair Lyrics: How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? The sparrow chooses where to rest, And for her young provides her nest; But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? Blest are the saints who sit on high Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of thy grace; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper God. Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heav'n at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

Psalm 84 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.175 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Worship public; Public prayer and praise First Line: Great God, attend, while Zion sings Lyrics: Great God, attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs: To spend one day with thee on earth Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. God is our sun, he makes our day; God is our shield, he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within. All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too! He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heav'n obey, And devils at thy presence flee, Blest is the man that trusts in thee. Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

Psalm 84

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.176 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Worship public; Public prayer and praise First Line: My soul, how lovely is the place Lyrics: My soul, how lovely is the place To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heav'n to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays, And light breaks in upon our eyes With kind and quick'ning rays. With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove Descends and fills the place, While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still. My heart and flesh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode; When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Savior and my God? The sparrow builds herself a nest, And suffers no remove; O make me, like the sparrows, blest, To dwell but where I love. To sit one day beneath thine eye, And hear thy gracious voice, Exceeds a whole eternity Employed in carnal joys. Lord, at thy threshold I would wait While Jesus is within, Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin. Could I command the spacious land, And the more boundless sea, For one blest hour at thy right hand I'd give them both away. Scripture: Psalm 84:1-4 Languages: English

Psalm 84

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.177 (1806) Meter: 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4 Topics: Worship public; Public prayer and praise First Line: Lord of the worlds above Lyrics: Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples are! To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desires To see my God. The sparrow for her young With pleasure seeks a nest, And wand'ring swallows long To find their wonted rest: My spirit faints With equal zeal To rise and dwell Among thy saints. O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men that pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill. They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heav'n appears: O glorious seat, When God our King Shall thither bring Our willing feet! To spend one sacred day Where God and saints abide, Affords diviner joy Than thousand days beside: Where God resorts, I love it more To keep the door Than shine in courts. God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence; With gifts his hands are filled, We draw our blessings thence: He shall bestow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace And glory too. The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approves, From pure and pious souls: Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee. Scripture: Psalm 84 Languages: English

Psalm 91 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.195 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Preservation in public dangers; Safety in public dangers First Line: He that hath made his refuge God Lyrics: He that hath made his refuge God Shall find a most secure abode, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. Then will I say, "My God, thy power Shall be my fortress and my tower; I, that am formed of feeble dust, Make thine almighty arm my trust." Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare; Satan, the fowler, who betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood, Under her feathers, so the Lord Makes his own arm his people's guard. If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life; his wings are spread To shield them with a healthful shade. If vapors with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Isr'el is safe; the poisoned air Grows pure, if Isr'el's God be there. What though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand died, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Passed all the doors of Jacob by. But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. The sword, the pestilence, or fire, Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7 Languages: English

Psalm 91 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.196 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Preservation in public dangers; Safety in public dangers First Line: Ye sons of men, a feeble race Lyrics: Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place, And try and trust his care. No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, 'Twill raise his saints on high. He'll give his angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at his call, And sent t' attend his sons? Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter's wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent's head Puts him beneath your feet. "Because on me they set their love, I'll save them," saith the Lord; "I'll bear their joyful souls above Destruction and the sword. "My grace shall answer when they call, In trouble I'll be nigh; My power shall help them when they fall, And raise them when they die. "Those that on earth my name have known I'll honor them in heav'n; There my salvation shall be shown, And endless life be giv'n." Scripture: Psalm 91:9-16 Languages: English

Psalm 116 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.253 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Public praise for private mercies; Thanks public, for private mercies First Line: I love the Lord; he heard my cries Lyrics: I love the Lord; he heard my cries, And pitied every groan; Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. I love the Lord; he bowed his ear, And chased my griefs away; O let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! My flesh declined, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead; While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplexed my wakeful head. "My God," I cried, "thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; Thy power can rescue from the grave, Thy power is all my trust." The Lord beheld me sore distressed, He bid my pains remove Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English

Psalm 116 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.254 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Public praise for private mercies; Thanks public, for private mercies First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. Among the saints that fill thine house My off'rings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood! How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life, which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 116:12-19 Languages: English