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Hymn 38 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.38.1 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How is our nature spoiled by sin! Lyrics:
How is our nature spoiled by sin!
Yet nature ne'er hath found
The way to make the conscience clean,
Or heal the painful wound.
In vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own:
Jesus, there's nothing but thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.
The threat'nings of thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread;
If God his sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.
But thine illustrious sacrifice
Hath answered these demands:
And peace and pardon from the skies
Came down by Jesus' hands.
Here all the ancient types agree,
The altar and the lamb;
And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through his name.
'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord,
'Tis on thy cross we rest;
For ever be thy love adored,
Thy name for ever blessed.
Scripture: Romans 3:25 Languages: English
Hymn 38 Part 1
Hymn 38 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.38.2 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Blessed Redeemer, how divine Lyrics:
Blessed Redeemer, how divine,
How righteous is this rule of thine!
"To do to all men just the same
As we expect or wish from them."
This golden lesson, short and plain,
Gives not the mind nor mem'ry pain;
And every conscience must approve
This universal law of love.
How blest would every nation be,
Thus ruled by love and equity!
All would be friends without a foe,
And form a paradise below.
Jesus, forgive us, that we keep
Thy sacred law of love asleep;
No more let envy, wrath, and pride,
But thy blest maxims be our guide.
Scripture: Matthew 8:12 Languages: English
Hymn 38 Part 2
Hymn 39
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.39 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Now shall my inward joys arise Lyrics:
Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
God on his thirsty Zion hill
Some mercy drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love
To shower salvation down.
Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions, and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace
Grow weary of his saints?
Can a kind woman e'er forget
The infant of her womb?
And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts
Her suckling have no room?
"Yet," saith the Lord, "should nature change,
And mothers monsters prove,
Zion still dwells upon the heart
Of everlasting love.
"Deep on the palms of both my hands
I have engraved her name;
My hands shall raise her ruined walls,
And build her broken frame?"
Scripture: Isaiah 49:13 Languages: English
Hymn 39
Hymn 39
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.39 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Our days, alas! our mortal days Lyrics:
Our days, alas! our mortal days
Are short and wretched too;
"Evil and few," the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.
'Tis but at best a narrow bound
That Heav'n allows to men,
And pains and sins run through the round
Of threescore years and ten.
Well, if ye must be sad and few,
Run on, my days, in haste;
Moments of sin and months of woe,
Ye cannot fly too fast.
Let heav'nly love prepare my soul,
And call her to the skies,
Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.
Languages: English
Hymn 39
Hymn 39
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.39 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.4.4.4.4 First Line: To him that chose us first Lyrics:
To him that chose us first,
Before the world began;
To him that bore the curse
To save rebellious man;
To him that formed
Our hearts anew
Is endless praise
And glory due.
The Father's love shall run
Through our immortal songs;
We bring to God the Son
Hosannahs on our tongues:
Our lips address
The Spirit's name
With equal praise,
And zeal the same.
Let every saint above,
And angel round the throne,
For ever bless and love
The sacred Three in One;
Thus heav'n shall raise
His honors high,
When earth and time
Grow old and die.
Languages: English
Hymn 39
Hymn 4
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.4 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Here at thy cross, my dying God Lyrics:
Here at thy cross, my dying God,
I lay my soul beneath thy love,
Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
Jesus, nor shall it e'er remove.
Not all that tyrants think or say,
With rage and lightning in their eyes,
Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
Should hell with all its legions rise.
Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolved, (for that's my last defence,)
If I must perish, there to die.
But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dares my soul invade.
Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim:
Hosannah to my dying God,
And my best honors to his name.
Languages: English
Hymn 4
Hymn 4
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.4 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: How condescending and how kind Lyrics:
How condescending and how kind
Was God's eternal Son!
Our misery reached his heav'nly mind,
And pity brought him down.
[When Justice, by our sins provoked,
Drew forth its dreadful sword,
He gave his soul up to the stroke
Without a murm'ring word.]
[He sunk beneath our heavy woes,
To raise us to his throne;
There's ne'er a gift his hand bestows
But cost his heart a groan.]
This was compassion like a God,
That when the Savior knew
The price of pardon was his blood,
His pity ne'er withdrew.
Now, though he reigns exalted high,
His love is still as great;
Well he remembers Calvary,
Nor let his saints forget.
[Here we behold his bowels roll,
As kind as when he died;
And see the sorrows of his soul
Bleed through his wounded side.]
[Here we receive repeated seals
Of Jesus' dying love:
Hard is the wretch that never feels
One soft affection move.]
Here let our hearts begin to melt
While we his death record,
And with our joy for pardoned guilt,
Mourn that we pierced the Lord.
Languages: English
Hymn 4
Hymn 4 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.4.1 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes Lyrics:
"Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away;
News from the regions of the skies,
Salvation's born to-day.
"Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you;
Today he makes his entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.
"No gold nor purple swaddling bands.
Nor royal shining things;
A manger for his Cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.
"Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,
And see his humble throne
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."
Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around
The heav'nly armies throng;
They tune their harps to lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:
"Glory to God that reigns above!
Let peace surround the earth!
Mortals shall know their Maker's love,
At their Redeemer's birth."
Lord, and shall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raise?
O may we lose our useless tongues
When they forget to praise.
Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn;
We join to sing our Maker's love,
For there's a Savior born.
Scripture: Luke 2:10 Languages: English
Hymn 4 Part 1
Hymn 4 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.4.2 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Questions and doubts be heard no more Lyrics:
Questions and doubts be heard no more,
Let Christ and joy be all our theme;
His Spirit seals his gospel sure,
To every soul that trusts in him.
Jesus, thy witness speaks within;
The mercy which thy words reveal
Refines the heart from sense and sin,
And stamps its own celestial seal.
'Tis God's inimitable hand
That molds and forms the heart anew;
Blasphemers can no more withstand,
But bow, and own thy doctrine true.
The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood
Finds peace and pardon at the cross;
The sinful soul, averse to God,
Believes and loves his Maker's laws.
Learning and wit may cease their strife,
When miracles with glory shine;
The voice that calls the dead to life
Must be almighty and divine.
Scripture: 1 John 5:10 Languages: English
Hymn 4 Part 2
Hymn 40
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.40 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: What happy men, or angels, these Lyrics:
"What happy men, or angels, these,
That all their robes are spotless white?
Whence did this glorious troop arrive
At the pure realms of heav'nly light?"
From torturing racks, and burning fires,
And seas of their own blood, they came;
But nobler blood has washed their robes,
Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb.
Now they approach th' Almighty throne
With loud hosannahs night and day;
Sweet anthems to the great Three One
Measure their blest eternity.
No more shall hunger pain their souls;
He bids their parching thirst begone,
And spreads the shadow of his wings
To screen them from the scorching sun.
The Lamb that fills the middle throne
Shall shed around his milder beams;
There shall they feast on his rich love,
And drink full joys from living streams.
Thus shall their mighty bliss renew
Through the vast round of endless years;
And the soft hand of sovereign grace
Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears.
Scripture: Revelation 7:13 Languages: English
Hymn 40
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