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Love God with all your soul and strength

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Love God with all your soul and strength. With all your heart and mind; And love your neighbor as yourself: Be faithful, just, and kind. Deal with another as you’d have Another deal with you: What you’re unwilling to receive, Be sure you never do. Languages: English

Be you to others kind and true

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXI (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Be you to others kind and true, As you’d have others be to you; And never do nor say to men Whate’er you would not take again. Languages: English

Hosanna to king David’s son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXIII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Hosanna to king David's son Lyrics: Hosanna to king David’s son, Who reigns on a superior throne! We bless the Prince of heavenly birth, Who brings salvation down to earth. Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work engage; Old men and babes in Sion sing The growing glories of her King! Languages: English

Hosanna to the Prince of Grace

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Prince of Grace; Sion, behold thy King! Proclaim the Son of David’s race, And teach the babes to sing. Hosanna to the eternal Word, Who from the Father came; Ascribe salvation to the Lord, With blessings on his Name! Languages: English

Hosanna to the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXV (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Son Of David and of God! Who brought the news of pardon down, And bought it with his blood! To Christ, th’ anointed King, Be endless blessings given: Let the whole earth his glory sing Who made our peace with heaven. Languages: English

To God the Father, God the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXVI (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. Languages: English

Now let the Father and the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXVII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Now let the Father and the Son, And Spirit be adored, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord. Languages: English

Give to the Father praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXVIII (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Give to the Father praise, Give glory to the Son, And to the Spirit of his Grace Be equal honour done. Languages: English

'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #SI (1866) Meter: 12.12.12.12 Lyrics: ’Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain, ‘You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!’ As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. ‘A little more sleep, and a little more slumber!’ Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number; And when he gets up he sits folding his hands, Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands. 96 I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier, The thorn, and the thistle grow broader and higher: The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags; And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs. I made him a visit, still hoping to find He had took better care for improving his mind: He told me his dreams, talk’d of eating and drinking; But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking. Said I then to my heart, ‘Here’s a lesson for me! That man’s but a picture of what I might be; But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding, Who have taught me betimes to love working and reading!’ Languages: English

Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #SII (1866) Meter: 11.11.8 D Lyrics: Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams, With fleeces so clean and so white; Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage, How much may we learn from the sight. 98 If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood: So foul and so fierce are their natures; But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, Should injure another in jesting or play; For he’s still in earnest that’s hurt: How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and more; There’s none but a madman will fling about fire, And tell you, “‘Tis all but in sport.” Languages: English