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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 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 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 30

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.30 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: In thine own ways, O God of love Lyrics: In thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace, Our soul's desire is to thy name, And the remembrance of thy face. My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies Before the dawn restore the light. Look, how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God! But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. Hark! the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes; A voice of music to his friends, But threat'ning thunder to his foes. Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of my grace, Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease. My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heav'nly peace around my flock Stretches its soft and shady wings. Scripture: Isaiah 26:12 Languages: English

Hymn 34 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.34.1 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: What shall the dying sinner do Lyrics: What shall the dying sinner do That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind? How shall we get our crimes forgiv'n? Or form our natures fit for heav'n? Can souls all o'er defiled with sin Make their own powers and passions clean? In vain we search, in vain we try, Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh; 'Tis there such power and glory dwell As save rebellious souls from hell. This is the pillar of our hope That bears our fainting spirits up: We read the grace, we trust the word, And find salvation in the Lord. Let men or angels dig the mines, Where nature's golden treasure shines; Brought near the doctrine of the cross, All nature's gold appears but dross. Should vile blasphemers with disdain Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain, I'll meet the scandal and the shame, And sing and triumph in his name. Scripture: Romans 1:16 Languages: English

Hymn 35 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.35.1 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Not by the laws of innocence Lyrics: Not by the laws of innocence Can Adam's sons arrive at heav'n; New works can give us no pretence To have our ancient sins forgiv'n. Not the best deeds that we have done Can make a wounded conscience whole; Faith is the grace, and faith alone, That flies to Christ, and saves the soul. Lord, I believe thy heav'nly word, Fain would I have my soul renewed; I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord To have it pardoned and subdued. O may thy grace its power display, Let guilt and death no longer reign; Save me in thine appointed way, Nor let my humble faith be vain. Scripture: Ephesians 2:8-9 Languages: English

Hymn 37 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.37.1 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: The mighty frame of glorious grace Lyrics: The mighty frame of glorious grace, That brightest monument of praise That e'er the God of love designed, Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. Begin, my soul, the heav'nly song, A burden for an angel's tongue: When Gabriel sounds these awful things, He tunes and summons all his stungs. Proclaim inimitable love: Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, Puts off the beams of bright array, And veils the God in mortal clay! What black reproach defiled his name, When with our sins he took our shame! He whom adoring angels blessed Is made the impious rebel's jest. He that distributes crowns and thrones Hangs on a tree, and bleeds, and groans! The Prince of Life resigns his breath, The King of Glory bows to death! But see the wonders of his power, He triumphs in his dying hour; And while by Satan's rage he fell, He dashed the rising hopes of hell. Thus were the hosts of death subdued, And sin was drowned in Jesus' blood; Thus he arose, and reigns above, And conquers sinners by his love. Who shall fulfil this boundless song? The theme surmounts an angel's tongue: How low, how vain are mortal airs, When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs! Scripture: Philippians 2:8-9 Languages: English

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 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 43 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.43.1 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Adam, our father and our head Lyrics: Adam, our father and our head, Transgressed, and justice doomed us dead; The fiery law speaks all despair: There's no reprieve nor pardon there. But, O unutterable grace The Son of God takes Adam's place; Down to our world the Savior flies, Stretches his arms, and bleeds, and dies. Justice was pleased to bruise the God, And pay its wrongs with heav'nly blood: What unknown racks and pangs he bore! Then rose; the law could ask no more. Amazing work! look down, ye skies, Wonder and gaze with all your eyes; Ye heav'nly thrones, stoop from above, And bow to this mysterious love. Lo! they adore th' incarnate Son, And sing the glories he hath won; Sing how he broke our iron chains, How deep he suiik, how high he reigns! Triumph and reign, victorious Lord, By all the flaming hosts adored; And say, dear Couqueror, say how long Ere we shall rise to join their song. Send down a chariot from above, With fiery wheels, and paved with love Raise us beyond th' ethereal blue, To sing and love as angels do. Scripture: 1 Peter 1:18 Languages: English