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Hymn 22 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.22.2 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: What vain desires and passions vain Lyrics:
What vain desires and passions vain
Attend this mortal clay!
Oft have they pierced my soul with pain,
And drawn my heart astray.
How have I wandered from my God!
And, following sin and shame,
In this vile world of flesh and blood
Defiled my nobler frame!
For ever blessed be thy grace
That formed my soul anew,
And made it of a heav'n-born race,
Thy glory to pursue.
My spirit holds perpetual war,
And wrestles and complains;
But views the happy moment near
That shall dissolve its chains.
Cheerful in death I close my eyes
To part with every lust;
And charge my flesh, whene'er it rise,
To leave them in the dust.
My purer spirit shall not fear
To put this body on;
Its tempting powers no more are there,
Its lusts and passions gone!
Scripture: Romans 8:1 Languages: English
Hymn 22 Part 2
Hymn 23
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.23 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove Lyrics:
Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove,
Stoop down and take us on thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things:
Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
Up where eternal ages roll;
Where solid pleasures never die,
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
O for a sight, a pleasing sight
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Savior crowned with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.
Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and powers before him fall;
The God shines gracious through the man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
O what amazing joys they feel
While to their golden harps they sing,
And sit on every heav'nly hill,
And spread the triumphs of their King!
When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That I shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing, and love?
Languages: English
Hymn 23
Hymn 23
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.23 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Sitting around our Father's board Lyrics:
Sitting around our Father's board,
We raise our tuneful breath;
Our faith beholds her dying Lord,
And dooms our sins to death.]
We see the blood of Jesus shed,
Whence all our pardons rise
The sinner views th' atonement made,
And loves the sacrifice.
Thy cruel thorns, thy shameful cross,
Procure us heav'nly crowns;
Our highest gain springs from thy loss,
Our healing from thy wounds.
O! 'tis impossible that we,
Who dwell in feeble clay,
Should equal suff'rings bear for thee,
Or equal thanks repay.
Languages: English
Hymn 23
Hymn 23 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.23.1 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Absent from flesh! O blissful thought! Lyrics:
Absent from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys this moment brings!
Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,
From pains, and fears, and all their springs.
Absent from flesh! illustrious day!
Surprising scene! triumphant stroke
That rends the prison of my clay;
And I can feel my fetters broke.
Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet nor wings could never climb,
Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,
Measuring the cares and joys of time.
I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day:
My all that's mortal I resign,
For angels wait and point my way.
Scripture: 2 Corinthians 5:8 Languages: English
Hymn 23 Part 1
Hymn 23 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.23.2 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Must all the charms of nature, then Lyrics:
Must all the charms of nature, then,
So hopeless to salvation prove?
Can hell demand, can heav'n condemn,
The man whom Jesus deigns to love?
The man who sought the ways of truth,
Paid friends and neighbors all their due;
A modest, sober, lovely youth,
And thought he wanted nothing new.
But mark the change; thus spake the Lord-
"Come, part with earth for heav'n today:"
The youth, astonished at the word,
In silent sadness went his way.
Poor virtues that he boasted so,
This test unable to endure;
Let Christ, and grace, and glory go,
To make his land and money sure!
Ah, foolish choice of treasures here!
Ah, fatal love of tempting gold!
Must this base world be bought so dear?
Are life and heav'n so cheaply sold?
In vain the charms of nature shine,
If this vile passion govern me:
Transform my soul, O love divine!
And make me part with all for thee.
Scripture: Mark 10:21 Languages: English
Hymn 23 Part 2
Hymn 24
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.24 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: In vain the wealthy mortals toil Lyrics:
In vain the wealthy mortals toil,
And heap their shining dust in vain,
Look down and scorn the humble poor,
And boast their lofty hills of gain.
Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts or aching heads,
Nor fright nor bribe approaching death
From glitt'ring roofs and downy beds.
The ling'ring, the unwilling soul
The dismal summons must obey,
And bid a long, a sad farewell
To the pale lump of lifeless clay.
Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and slaves have equal thrones;
Their bones without distinction lie
Amongst the heap of meaner bones.
Scripture: Psalm 49:6 Languages: English
Hymn 24
Hymn 24
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.24 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: When the great Builder arched the skies Lyrics:
When the great Builder arched the skies,
And formed all nature with a word,
The joyful cherubs tuned his praise,
And every bending throne adored.
High in the midst of all the throng,
Satan, a tall archangel, sat;
Amongst the morning stars he sung,
Till sin destroyed his heav'nly state.
['Twas sin that hurled him from his throne;
Grov'lling in fire the rebel lies:
"How art thou sunk in darkness down,
Son of the morning, from the skies!"]
And thus our two first parents stood,
Till sin defiled the happy place;
They lost their garden and their God,
And ruined all their unborn race.
[So sprung the plague from Adam's bower,
And spread destruction all abroad;
Sin, the cursed name, that in one hour
Spoiled six days' labor of a God!]
Tremble, my soul, and mourn for grief,
That such a foe should seize thy breast;
Fly to thy Lord for quick relief;
Oh may he slay this treach'rous guest!
Then to thy throne, victorious King,
Then to thy throne our shouts shall rise!
Thine everlasting arm we sing;
For sin, the monster, bleeds and dies.
Languages: English
Hymn 24
Hymn 24
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.24 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Father, we wait to feel thy grace Lyrics:
Father, we wait to feel thy grace,
To see thy glories shine;
The Lord will his own table bless,
And make the feast divine.
We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread,
We drink the sacred cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
Our souls rejoice in hope.
We shall appear before the throne
Of our forgiving God,
Dressed in the garments of his Son,
And sprinkled with his blood.
We shall be strong to run the race,
And climb the upper sky;
Christ will provide our souls with grace,
He bought a large supply.
[Let us indulge a cheerful frame,
For joy becomes a feast;
We love the memory of his name
More than the wine we taste.]
Languages: English
Hymn 24
Hymn 25
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.25 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: All mortal vanities, begone Lyrics:
All mortal vanities, begone,
Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;
Behold, amidst th' eternal throne,
A vision of the Lamb appears.
[Glory his fleecy robe adorns,
Marked with the bloody death he bore;
Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns,
To speak his wisdom and his power.
Lo! he receives a sealed book
From him that sits upon the throne;
Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look
On dark decrees and things unknown.]
All the assembling saints around
Fall worshipping before the Lamb,
And in new songs of gospel sound
Address their honors to his name.
[The Joy, the shout, the harmony,
Flies o'er the everlasting hills
"Worthy art thou alone," they cry,
To read the book, to loose the seals."]
Our voices join the heav'nly strain,
And with transporting pleasure sing,
"Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
To be our Teacher and our King!"
His words of prophecy reveal
Eternal counsels, deep designs;
His grace and vengeance shall fulfil
The peaceful and the dreadful lines.
Thou hast redeemed our souls from hell
With thine invaluable blood;
And wretches that did once rebel
Are now made fav'rites of their God.
Worthy for ever is the Lord,
That died for treasons not his own,
By every tongue to be adored,
And dwell upon his Father's throne!
Scripture: Revelation 5:6-9 Languages: English
Hymn 25
Hymn 25
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.25 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? Lyrics:
My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.
The little ants for one poor grain
Labor, and tug, and strive;
Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live!
We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;
We, for whom God the Son came down
And labored for our good,
How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with his blood!
Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?
Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.
Then shall our active spirits move,
Upward our souls shall rise;
With hands of faith and wings of love
We'll fly and take the prize.
Languages: English
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