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Happy the city, where their sons

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 40 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Happy the city where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polish'd stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. 2 Happy the country where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break their peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd; But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15

My God, my King, thy various praise

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 256 hymnals Lyrics: 1 My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days: Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream, Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim The sound and honor of thy name. 5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceed; Vast and unsearchable thy ways! Vast and immortal be thy praise! Scripture: Psalm 144

Long as I live I'll bless thy name

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 168 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Long as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love! My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great: I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall thro' the world be known; Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state, With public splendor shown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Tho' rocks and hills remove. Scripture: Psalm 145:1-7

Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 234 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heav'nly king! Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food; Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pard'ning word To cheer the souls he loves. 5 Creatures with all their endless race, Thy pow'r and praise proclaim: But saints, that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. Scripture: Psalm 145:7-13

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

Appears in 658 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my pray'r, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right-hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there: I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet, In ways of righteousness! Make ev'ry path of duty straight, And plain before my face. Pause. 6 My watchful enemies combine To tempt my feet astray; They flatter with a base design, To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, And all his plots destroy; While those that in thy mercy trust, For ever shout for joy. 8 The men that love and fear thy name, Shall see their hopes fulfil'd; The mighty God will compass them With favour as a shield. Scripture: Psalm 4:3-5

Why do the proud insult the porr

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 29 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have? How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave? 2 They can't redeem one hour from death, With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust. 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round; That flesh so delicately fed, Lies cold, and moulders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, Laid in the grave for worms to eat; The saints shall in the morning rise, And find th' oppressor at their feet. 5 His honors perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o'er the proud. 6 My Savior shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God. Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15

The Lord, the judge, before his throne

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 102 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh; The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, 'Judgment will ne'er begin;' No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. 3 Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way; Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day. 4 Heav'n from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know, and fear His justice, and their doom. 5 'But gather all my saints,' he cries, 'That made their peace with God 'By the Redeemer's sacrifice, 'And seal'd it with his blood. 6 'Their faith and works brought forth to light, 'Shall make the world confess, 'My sentence of reward is right, 'And heav'n adore my grace.' Scripture: Psalm 50

Let Children hear the mighty deeds

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 180 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Let Children hear the mighty deeds Which God perform'd of old; Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories known: His works of pow'r and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down Thro' ev'ry rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons, And they again to theirs; That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus shall they learn in God alone Their hope securely stands: That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands. Scripture: Psalm 78

O what a stiff rebellious house

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 27 hymnals Lyrics: 1 O what a stiff rebellious house Was Jacob's ancient race! False to their own most solemn vows, And to their Maker's grace. 2 They broke the cov'nant of his love, And did his laws despise, Forgot the works he wrought to prove His pow'r before their eyes. 3 They saw the plagues on Egypt light From his revenging hand: What dreadful tokens of his might Spread o'er the stubborn land. 4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea, And marched in safety through, With wat'ry walls to guard their way, Till they had 'scaped the foe. 5 A wond'rous pillar mark'd the road, Compos'd of shade and light; By day it prov'd a shelt'ring cloud, A leading fire by night. 6 He from the rock their thirst supply'd; The gushing waters fell, And ran in rivers by their side, A constant miracle. 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high, And dar'd distrust his hand; 'Can he with bread our host supply 'Amidst this desert land?' 8 The Lord with indignation heard, And caus'd his wrath to flame: His terrors ever stand prepar'd To vindicate his name. Scripture: Psalm 78

When Isr'el sins the Lord reproves

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 25 hymnals Lyrics: 1 When Isr'el sins, the Lord reproves, And fills their hearts with dread; Yet he forgives the men he loves, And sends them heav'nly bread. 2 He fed them with a lib'ral hand, And made his treasures known: He gave the midnight clouds command To pour provision down. 3 The manna, like a morning show'r, Lay thick around their feet; The corn of heav'n, so light, so pure, As tho' 'twere angels meat. 4 But they in murm'ring language said, 'Manna is all our feast; 'We loathe this light, this airy bread; 'We must have flesh to taste.' 5 'Ye shall have flesh to please your lust,' The Lord in wrath reply'd; And sent them quails like sand or dust, Heap'd up from side to side. 6 He gave them all their own desire; And greedy as they fed, His vengeance burnt with secret fire, And smote the rebels dead. 7 When some were slain, the rest return'd And sought the Lord with tears: Under the rod they fear'd and mourn'd, But soon forgot their fears. 8 Oft he chastis'd and still forgave, Till, by his gracious hand, The nation he resolved to save Possess'd the promis'd land. Scripture: Psalm 78