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The God of Thunder

Hymnal: SPH1787 #X (1787) First Line: O the immense, the amazing height Lyrics: I O the immense, the amazing height, The boundless grandeur of our God, Who treads the world beneath his feet, And sways the nations with his nod. II He speaks: and lo, all nature shakes, Heav'n's everlasting pillars bow; He rends the clouds with hideous cracks, And shouts his fiery arrows through. III Well, let the nations start and fly At the blue lightnings horrid glare; Atheists and emperors shrink and die, When flame and noise torment the air. IV Let noise and flame confound the skies, And drown the spacious realms below; Yet we will sing the Thunderer's praise, And send our loud Hosannas through. V Celestial King, thy blazing power, Kindles our hearts to flaming joys, We shout to hear thy thunders roar, And echo to our father's voice. VI Thus shall the God our Saviour come, And light'nings round his chariot play: Ye light'nings fly to make him room; Ye glorious storms, prepare his way. Languages: English

Christ's Triumph

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXIII (1787) First Line: Rejoice, the Lord is King Lyrics: I Rejoice, the Lord is King: Your Lord and King adore; Mortals, give thanks, and sing, And triumph evermore. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say rejoice. II Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, The God of truth and love; When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say rejoice. III His kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'n! The keys of death and hell Are to our Jesus giv'n. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say rejoice. IV He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, And ev'ry bosom swell With pure seraphic joy. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, Rejoice, again I say rejoice. V Rejoice in glorious hope: Jesus the Judge shall come, And take his servants up, To their eternal home. We soon shall hear th' arch angel's voice: The trump of God shall sound, rejoice. Languages: English

The Nativity of Christ

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXI (1787) First Line: Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes Lyrics: I "Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes, "And send your fears away; "News from the regions of the skies, "Salvation's born to day. II "Jesus, the God whom angels fear, "Comes down to dwell with you; "To day he makes his entry here, "But not as monarchs do. III "No gold, nor purple swaddling bands. "Nor royal shining things; "A manger for his cradle stands, "And holds the King of kings. IV "Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, "And see his humble throne; "With tears of joy in all your eyes, "Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." V Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around The heavenly armies throng; They tune their harps to lofty sound, And thus conclude the song: VI "Glory to God that reigns above, "Let peace surround the earth: "Mortals shall know their Maker's love, At their Redeemer's birth." VII Lord! and shall angels have their songs, And men no tunes to raise! O may we lose our useless tongues When they forget to praise! VIII Glory to God that reigns above, That pitied us forlorn; We join to sing our Maker's love, For there's a Saviour born. Languages: English

A Penitent pleading for Pardon

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XI (1787) First Line: Shew pity Lord, O Lord, forgive Lyrics: I Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? II My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. III O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean: Here on my heart the burden lyes, And past offences pain my eyes. IV My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. V Should sudden veng'ance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death: And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. VI Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Languages: English

Sing to the Lord a new made song

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXIX (1787) Lyrics: I Sing to the Lord a new made song; Let earth in one assembled throng, Her common patron's praise resound; Sing to the Lord and bless his name, From day to day his praise proclaim, Who us has with salvation crown'd. To heathen lands his fame rehearse, His wonders to the universe. II He's great, and greatly to be prais'd: In majesty and glory rais'd Above all other deities; For pageantry and idols all Are they whom gods the heathen calls He only ruses who made the skies, With majesty and honour crown'd, Beauty and strength his throne surrounds: III Be therefore both to him restor'd, By you who have false gods ador'd, Ascribe due honour to his name; Peace-off'rings on his altar lay, Before his throne your homage pay, Which he, and he alone, can claim. To worship at his sacred court, Let all the trembling world resort. IV Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns, Whose pow'r the universe sustains, And banish'd justice will restore: Let therefore heav'n new joys confess, And heav'nly mirth let earth express, Its loud applause the ocean roar; Its mute inhabitants rejoice, And for his triumph find a voice. V For joy let fertile vallies sing, The chearful groves their tribute bring; The tuneful choir of birds awake, The Lord's approach to celebrate, Who now sets out with awful state, His circuit through the earth to take. From heav'n to judge the world he's come, With justice to reward and doom. Scripture: Psalm 96 Languages: English

The Vanity of Man as Mortal

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXIV (1787) First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: I Teach me the measure of my days, Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. II A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flow'r and prime. III See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. IV Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. V What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust, They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. VI Now I forbid my carnal hope, My fond desires recal! I give my mortal int'rest up, And make my God my all. Languages: English

The Reward of the liberal and charitable Man

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XIII (1787) First Line: The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light Lyrics: I The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night: To pity the distress'd inclin'd, As well as just to all mankind. II His lib'ral favours he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; Yet, what his charity impairs, He saves by prudence in affairs. III His house, the seat of wealth shall be An inexhausted treasury; His goodness, free from all decay, Shall blessings to his heirs convey. IV His hands, while they his alms bestow'd, His glory's future harvest sow'd; Whence he shall reap joy, peace, renown, A temp'ral and eternal crown.

On the Glory of God in the starry Heavens

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XII (1787) First Line: The spacious firmament on high Lyrics: I The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue etherial sky, And spangled heav’ns, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. II Th’ unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator’s pow’r display; And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. III Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale; And, nightly to the list’ning earth, Repeats the story of her birth: IV Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. V What though in solemn silence all, Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound, Amidst their radiant orbs be found; VI In reason’s ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine." Languages: English

Frail life, and succeeding Eternity

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXII (1787) First Line: Thee, we adore, eternal name Lyrics: I Thee, we adore, eternal name, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we! II Our wasting lives grow shorter still, As months and days increase; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell, Leaves but the number less. III The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're trav'lling to the grave. IV Dangers stand thick through all the ground To push us to the tomb, And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. V Good God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th' eternal states of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings. VI Infinite joy, or endless wo, Attends on ev'ry breath; And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death! VII Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road; And if our souls be hurry'd hence, May they be found with God. Languages: English

Thro' all the changing scenes of life

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXIII (1787) Lyrics: I Thro' all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. II Of his deliv'rance I will boast, Till all that are distrest, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. III O! magnify the Lord with me; With me exalt his name, When in distress to Him I call'd, He to my rescue came. IV Their dropping hearts were soon refresh'd, Who look'd to him for aid; Desir'd success in ev'ry face A cheerful air display'd. V "Behold, say they, behold the man "Whom Providence reliev'd; "So dang'rously with foes beset, "So wond'rously retriev'd!" VI The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliv'rance he affords to all Who on his succour trust. VII O! make but trial of his love, Experience will decide, How blest they are, and only they, Who in his truth confide. VII Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear: Make you his service your delight, He'll make your wants his care Languages: English