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Psalm 89 Part 6

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.188 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea; Christ the true David; God mercy and truth; Mercies and truth of God; Funeral psalm; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Death and the resurrection; Resurrection and death; God his power and majesty; Power and majesty of God; Old age and resurrection; Glory and grace promised; Afflictions without rejection; Angels all subject to Christ; Christ covenant made with him; Christ God and man; Christ his mediatorial kingdom; Covenent made with Christ; Covenent of grace unchangeable; Faithfulness Of God; Fears in the worship of God; Frailty of man; God Unchangeable; Gospel joyful sound; Life short and feeble; Love of God unchangeable; Mortality and hope; Psalm for a funeral; Reverence in worship; Unchangeable God; Worship with reverence First Line: Remember, Lord, our mortal state Lyrics: Remember, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life! how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death'? Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, "Must death for ever rage and reign? Or hast thou made mankind in vain? "Where is thy promise to the just? Are not thy servants turned to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honor of thy word: Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

Psalm 89 Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.189 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea; Christ the true David; God mercy and truth; Mercies and truth of God; Funeral psalm; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Death and the resurrection; Resurrection and death; God his power and majesty; Power and majesty of God; Old age and resurrection; Glory and grace promised; Afflictions without rejection; Angels all subject to Christ; Christ covenant made with him; Christ God and man; Christ his mediatorial kingdom; Covenent made with Christ; Covenent of grace unchangeable; Faithfulness Of God; Fears in the worship of God; Frailty of man; God Unchangeable; Gospel joyful sound; Life short and feeble; Love of God unchangeable; Mortality and hope; Psalm for a funeral; Reverence in worship; Unchangeable God; Worship with reverence First Line: Think, mighty God, on feeble man Lyrics: Think, mighty God, on feeble man; How few his hours! how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or power to save? Lord, shall it be for ever said, "The race of man was only made For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?" Are not thy servants day by day Sent to their graves, and turned to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? Hast thou not promised to thy Son And all his seed a heav'nly crown? But flesh and sense indulge despair: For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. For ever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward For all their toil, reproach, and pain: Let all below and all above Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat their loud Amen. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

Psalm 104

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.229 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: God his creation and providence First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise: Lyrics: My soul, thy great Creator praise: When clothed in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears. The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, The unfathomed deep he makes his bed. Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 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. The world's foundations by his hand Are poised, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. When earth was covered with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thundered, and the ocean fled, Confined to its appointed bed. The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence conveyed by secret veins, They spring on hills and drench the plains. He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the valleys as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 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. God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parched earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature or to dire. What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheered with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine. O bless his name, ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigor in your hearts. Behold, the stately cedar stands, Raised in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 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. 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. 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. 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. How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see; This spacious earth is full of thee. Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. His works, the wonders of his might, Are honored with his own delight; How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 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 sovereign grace. In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy. While haughty sinners die accursed, Their glory buried with their dust, I to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame An equal honor to his name? Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: God his being, attributes, and providence First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Lyrics: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds all round the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him. But saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks, and loves his image there. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Psalm 147 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: God his being, attributes, and providence First Line: O Britain, praise thy mighty God Lyrics: O Britain, praise thy mighty God, And make his honors known abroad, He bid the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so. Thy children are secure and blest; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest; He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat. Thy changing seasons he ordains, Thine early and thy latter rains; His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clatt'ring sound: Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold? He bids the southern breezes blow; The ice dissolves, the waters flow: But he hath nobler works and ways To call the Britons to his praise. To all the isle his laws are shown, His gospel through the nation known; He hath not thus revealed his word To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Psalm 147

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.334 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God his being, attributes, and providence First Line: With songs and honors sounding loud Lyrics: With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven's cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:7-9 Languages: English

Give thanks to God, the sov'reign Lord

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXXXVI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God's wonders of Creation, Providence, Redemption of Israel, and Salvation of his People Lyrics: 1 Give thanks to God, the sov'reign Lord; His mercies still endure; And be the King of kings ador'd; His truth is ever sure. 2 What wonders hath his wisdom done! How mighty is his hand! Heav'n, earth and sea, he fram'd alone; How wide is his command! 3 The sun supplies the day with light; How bright his counsels shine! The moon and stars adorn the night; His works are all divine! 4 [He struck the sons of Egypt dead; How dreadful is his rod! And thence with joy his people led: How gracious is our God! 5 He cleft the swelling sea in two; His arm is great in might; And gave the tribes a passage thro'; His pow'r and grace unite. 6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd: How glorious are his ways! And brought his saints thro' desert ground; Eternal be his praise. 7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand; Victorious is his sword; While Isra'l took the promis'd land; And faithful is his word.] 8 He saw the nations dead in sin; He felt his pity move: How sad the state the world was in! How boundless was his love! 9 He sent to save us from our woe; His goodness never fails; From death and hell, and ev'ry foe; And still his grace prevails. 10 Give thanks to God the heav'nly King; His mercies still endure: Let the whole earth his praises sing; His truth is ever sure. Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English

O LORD our GOD! how great art thou!

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #VIII (1767) Topics: Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation; Songs of Praise to God the coming of the Savior; Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence Lyrics: 1 O LORD, our GOD! how great art thou! To whom all earthly Creatures bow; To thy unbounded Sway subjected: How great is through the World thy Fame! Oh! may thy ever glorious Name Be still, with Rev'rence due, respected. 2 In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are sung; The Angel's Voice and Cherub' Tongue, Are endless Songs for thee preparing: And yet thy Wisdom doth ordain, That Infants should in heav'nly Strain, Be still thy Praise with Joy declaring. 3 Through thee the weak confound the strong, And so thou quell'st the wicked Throng Who have in evil Ways persisted: Thy Pow'r shall crush thy haughty Foes, Who boldly dare thy Strength oppose, And have thy mighty Arm resisted. 4 When, in Amazement lost, I stand, And view the Wonders of thy Hand, The Heav'ns, thy holy Habitation; The radiant Moon, that rules the Night, And glitt'ring Stars of feebler Light, With all the Works of thy Creation; 5 LORD, what is Man! surpriz'd, I cry, That thou should'st thus his Wants supply, And take him under thy Protection! Or what his Offspring, prove so kind, To keep them ever in thy Mind, And guide them by thy sure Direction. Part II: 6 Him cloath'd with Pow'r thou didst create, And crown'd with Dignity and State, In high exalted Station placed; Ev'n next to thy caelestial Train; Thou gav'st him o'er all thy Works to reign. 7 For him the lowing Oxen toil, To make the Earth with Plenty smile, And give their Labours uncomplaining: The bleating Sheep their Fleeces yield: He rules the Creatures of the Field, And those in desart Wilds remaining. 8 To him thou hast in Mercy giv'n The Birds that mount the azure Heav'n, With out-stretch'd Wings the Air dividing: And all the Fish that thro' the Sea, Delight to cut their liquid Way, With glossy Fins for ever gliding. 9 O LORD, our LORD, how great art thou! Thou whom all earthly Creatures bow; To thy unbounded Sway subjected: How great is thro' the World thy Fame! Oh may thy ever glorious Name, Be still with Rev'rence due respected! Scripture: Psalm 8 Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, our God! how great art thou]

Praise God in that bless'd Place

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CL (1767) Topics: Songs of Praise to God his Majesty and Attributes; Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence Lyrics: 1 Praise GOD in that bless'd Place, From whence his Goodness flows, In Heav'n, where he his Face Unveil'd in Glory shows. Praise him, for with the mighty Acts Which he for us hath done, Our Praise should equal run. His Kindness this Return exacts. 2 Let the shrill Trumpet's Voice Make Rocks his Praise resound; Praise him with Harp's sweet Noise, And Psaltries Silver sound. Let graceful Virgins lead the Dance, And sprightly Timbrels bring; Let ev'ry warbling String, With Organs join'd, his Praise advance. 3 Let them who Hymns compose, To Cymbals set their Praise, Of common Use, and those That sound on solemn Days. The Breath he does to them afford, Let them who Life enjoy, In Songs of Praise employ, LET EV'RY CREATURE PRAISE THE LORD! Scripture: Psalm 150 Languages: English Tune Title: [Praise God in that bless'd Place]

Praise ye the LORD, our GOD to praise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXI (1767) Topics: Description of Glory of the Law; Songs of Praise to God his Covenant of Grace with his Church; Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence; Thanksgivings For diverse Mercies shown to the Chruch Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the LORD, our GOD to praise, My Soul her utmost Pow'r shall raise; With private Friends, and in the Throng Of Saints, his Praise shall be my Song: Great are his Works, and sought aright By those, who in them take Delight. 2 His Works are all of matchless Fame, And universal Glory claim; His Truth, confirm'd, through Ages past, Shall to eternal Ages last. The gracious LORD hath us enjoin'd, To keep his wond'rous Works in Mind. 3 His Bounty, like a flowing Tide, Has all his Servants Wants supply'd; And he will ever keep in Mind, His Cov'nant with our Fathers sign'd: For us he did his Pow'r display, To us the Heathen Lands convey. 4 Just are the Dealings of his Hands, Immutable are his Commands; He set his Saints from Bondage free, And then establish'd his Decree, For ever to remain the same; Holy and Rev'rend is his Name! 5 Who Wisdom's sacred Prize would win, Must with the Fear of GOD begin; Good Understanding, heav'nly Skill Have they, who know and do his Will: The Praise thereof is fixed sure, And shall for evermore endure. Scripture: Psalm 111 Languages: English Tune Title: [Praise ye the Lord, our God to praise]