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Psalm 89 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.183 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope First Line: My never-ceasing songs shall show Lyrics: My never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heav'n endure; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. How long the race of David held The promised Jewish throne! But there's a nobler cov'nant sealed To David's greater Son. His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise. Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honors raise To thy unchanging love. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English

Psalm 89 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.184 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope First Line: With rev'rence let the saints appear Lyrics: With rev'rence let the saints appear, And bow before the Lord; His high commands with rev'rence hear, And tremble at his word. How terrible thy glories be! How bright thine armies shine! Where is the power that vies with thee, Or truth compared to thine? The northern pole and southern rest On thy supporting hand; Darkness and day, from east to west, Move round at thy command. Thy words the raging winds control, And rule the boist'rous deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea, are thine, And the dark world of hell; How did thine arm in vengeance shine When Egypt durst rebel! Justice and judgment are thy throne, Yet wondrous is thy grace; While truth and mercy, joined in one, Invite us near thy face. Scripture: Psalm 89:7-52 Languages: English

Psalm 89 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.185 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope First Line: Blest are the souls that hear and know Lyrics: Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the path they go, And light their steps surround. Their joy shall bear their spirits up Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn. The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives; Isr'el, thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. Scripture: Psalm 89:15-52 Languages: English

Psalm 89 Part 5

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.187 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope First Line: Yet, saith the Lord, if David's race Lyrics: "Yet," saith the Lord, "if David's race, The children of my Son, Should break my laws, abuse my grace, And tempt mine anger down; "Their sins I'll visit with the rod And make their folly smart; But I'll not cease to be their God, Nor from my truth depart. "My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, But keep my grace in mind And what eternal love hath spoke Eternal truth shall bind. "Once have I sworn (I need no more) And pledged my holiness, To seal the sacred promise sure To David and his race. "The sun shall see his offspring rise And spread from sea to sea, Long as he travels round the skies To give the nations day. "Sure as the moon that rules the night His kingdom shall endure, Till the fixed laws of shade and light Shall be observed no more. Scripture: Psalm 89:30-52 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: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope 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 102 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.221 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity; Man mortal, and Christ eternal First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face Lyrics: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dried, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair. My spirits flag like with'ring grass Burnt with excessive heat; In secret groans my minutes pass, And I forget to eat. As on some lonely building's top The sparrow tells her moan, Far from the tents of joy and hope I sit and grieve alone. My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl; There the sad raven finds her place, And there the screaming owl. Dark, dismal thoughts, and boding fears, Dwell in my troubled breast; While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rest. My cup is mingled with my woes, And tears are my repast; My daily bread, like ashes, grows Unpleasant to my taste. Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, 'twas thy hand advanced me high, Thy hand hath cast me down. My looks like withered leaves appear; And life's declining light Grows faint as evening shadows are That vanish into night. But thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God; Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad. Thou wilt arise and show thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, That long-expected day. He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners doomed to die, And fills their tongues with praise. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-13 Languages: English

Psalm 102 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.222 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity; Man mortal, and Christ eternal First Line: Let Zion and her sons rejoice Lyrics: Let Zion and her sons rejoice, Behold the promised hour; Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t' exalt his power. Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. The Lord will raise Jerusalem And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name, And kings attend with fear. He sits a sovereign on his throne, With pity in his eyes; He hears the dying pris'ners' groan, And sees their sighs arise. He frees the souls condemned to death, And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath Was ever spent in vain." This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, And trust, and praise the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 102:13-21 Languages: English

Psalm 102 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.223 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: God eternal, and man mortal; Mortality and God's eternity; Man mortal, and Christ eternal First Line: It is the Lord our Savior's hand Lyrics: It is the Lord our Savior's hand Weakens our strength amidst the race; Disease and death at his command Arrest us, and cut short our days. Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon? Yet in the midst of death and grief This thought our sorrow should assuage: Our Father and our Savior live; Christ is the same through every age. 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heav'n is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade And all be changed at his command. The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments, shall be laid aside; But still thy throne stands firm on high, Thy church for ever must abide. Before thy face thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; This dying world shall they survive, And the dead saints be raised again. Scripture: Psalm 102:23-28 Languages: English

My never-ceasing song shall show

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #34 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Mortality and hope Lyrics: My never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. The sacred truths his lips pronounce Shall firm as heav'n endure; And if he speak a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. How long the race of David held The promised Jewish throne! But there's a nobler cov'nant sealed To David's greater Son. His seed for ever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise. Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honors raise To thy unchanging love. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English

God of my Life, look gently down

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P39c (1766) Topics: Mortality of man; Vanity of Man as mortal Lyrics: 1 God of my Life look gently down, Behold the Pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare dispute thy Will. 2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord, They come at thy Command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning Hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries, Remove thy sharp Rebukes; My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies, Through thy repeated Strokes. 4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, We moulder to the Dust; Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our Beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a Sojourner below, As all my Fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear! 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last Remove, Thy Praise shall be my Business still, And Ill declare thy Love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English