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Man mortal and God eternal

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XIV (1787) First Line: Through every age, eternal God Lyrics: I Thro' ev'ry age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne e'er heav'n was made, Or earth, thy humble footstool, laid. II Long hadst thou reign'd e'er time began, Or dust was fashion'd to a man; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more. VIII But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." IV [A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night.] Pause V [Death, like an over-flowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream, An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and withered in an hour. VI [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. VII But O how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the pow'r that strikes us dead.] VIII Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Languages: English

To bless thy chosen race

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XL (1787) Lyrics: I To bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline; And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine: II That so thy wond'rous way May thro' the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own. III Let diff'ring nations join To celebrate thy fame; Let all the world, O Lord, combine To praise thy glorious name. IV O let them shout and sing, Dissolv'd in pious mirth: For thou, the righteous judge and king, Shalt govern all the earth. Languages: English

To God, the Mighty Lord

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXIV (1787) Lyrics: I To God, the Mighty Lord, Your joyful thanks repeat: To him due praise afford, As good as he is great. For God does prove Our constant friend, His boundless love Shall never end. II To him whose wond'rous pow'r All other Gods obey, Whom earthly kings adore, This grateful homage pay. For God does prove Our constant friend, His boundless love Shall never end. III By his Almighty hand Amazing works are wrought; The heav'ns by his command Were to perfection brought. For God does prove Our constant friend, His boundless love Shall never end. IV He spread the ocean round About the spacious land; And made the rising ground Above the waters stand. For God does prove Our constant friend, His boundless love Shall never end. V Thro' heav'n he did display His num'rous bolts of light; The sun to rule by day, The moon and stars by night. For God does prove Our constant friend, His boundless love Shall never end. VI He does the food supply, On which all creatures live; To God who reigns on high Eternal praises give. For God will prove Our constant friend, His boundless love Shall never end. Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English

God our Preserver

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXX (1787) First Line: Upward I lift my eyes Lyrics: I Upward I lift my eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made; God is the tow'r To which I fly; His grace is nigh In ev'ry hour. II My feet shall never slide And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide Defends me from my fears: Those wakeful eyes That never sleep Shall Isra'l keep, When dangers rise. III No burning heats by day Nor blasts of ev'ning air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there: Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon. IV Hast thou not giv'n thy word To save my soul from death; And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath: I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. Languages: English

God Supreme and self-sufficient

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XV (1787) First Line: What is our God, or what his name Lyrics: I What is our God, or what his name, Nor men can learn, nor angels teach; He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame, Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach. II The spacious worlds of heav'nly light, Compar'd with him, how short they fall! They are too dark, and he too bright, Nothing are they, and God is all. III He spoke that wond'rous word,and lo! Creation arose at his command: Whirlwinds and seas their limits know, Bound in the hollow of his hand, IV There rests the earth, there roll the spheres, There nature leans, and feels her prop: But his own self-sufficience bears The weight of his own glories up. V The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, Measuring their changes by the moon: No ebb his sea of glory knows: His age is one eternal noon. VI Then fly, my song, an endless round, The lofty tune let Michael raise; All nature dwell upon the sound, But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.

The Song of Men, respnsive to the Song of Angels

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXVI (1787) First Line: While angels thus, O Lord! rejoice Lyrics: I While angels thus, O Lord! rejoice, Shall men no anthem raise? O may we lose these useless tongues, When we forget to praise! II Then let us swell responsive notes, And join the heav'nly throng; For angels no such love have known As we, to wake their song! III Good-will to sinful dust is shewn, And peace on earth is giv'n; For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes, With news of joy from heav'n! IV Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn! Let heav'n and earth in concert sing, "The promis'd child is born!" V Glory to God, in highest strains, By highest worlds is paid! Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd, And by our lives display'd; VI Till we attain those blissful realms, Where now our Saviour reigns; To rival the celestial choirs In their immortal strains! Languages: English

The Song of Angels

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXV (1787) First Line: While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night Lyrics: I While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shone around. II "Fear not," said he for mighty dread Had seiz'd their troubled mind;) "Glad tidings of great joy I bring "To you, and all mankind. III "To you in David's town this day "Is born of David's line, "The Saviour who is Christ the Lord; "And this shall be the sign: IV "The heav'nly babe, you there shall find "To human view display'd, "All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, "And in a manger laid." V Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng Of angels, praising God, who thus Address'd their joyful song: VI "All glory be to God on high, "And to the earth be peace; "Good-will, henceforth from heav'n to men "Begin and never cease. Scripture: Luke 2 Languages: English

Ye saints and servants of the Lord

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXVI (1787) Lyrics: I Ye saints and servants of the Lord, The triumphs of his name record; His sacred name forever bless. Where-e'er the circling sun displays His rising beams, or setting rays, Due praise to his great name address. II God thro' the world extends his sway: The regions of eternal day But shadows of his glory are. To him whose majesty excels, Who made the heav'n wherein he dwells, Let no created power compare. Scripture: Psalm 113 Languages: English

Remember your Creator, &c. Eccles.

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XVI (1787) First Line: Children, to your Creator, God Lyrics: I Children to your creator God, Your early honors pay, While vanity and youthful blood Would tempt your thoughts astray. II The memory of his mighty name, Demands your first regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner flame, 'Till you have lov'd the Lord. III Be wise, and make his favour sure, Before the mournful days, When youth and mirth are known no more, And life and strength decays. IV No more the blessings of a feast Shall relish on the tongue. The heavy ear forgets the taste And pleasure of a song. V Old age with all her dismal train, Invades your golden years With sighs and groans, and raging pain, And death that never spares. VI What will you do when light departs, And leaves your withering eyes, Without one beam to chear your hearts, From the superior skies? VII How will you meet God's frowning brow, Or stand before his seat, While nature's old supporters bow, Nor bear their tott'ring weight? VIII Can you expect your feeble arms Shall make a strong defence, When death with terrible alarms, Summons the pris'ner hence? IX The silver bands of nature burst; And let the building fall; The flesh goes down to mix with dust, Its vile original. X Laden with guilt, (a heavy load) Uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, The soul returns t' an angry God, To be shut out from heav'n. Languages: English

A Funeral Thought

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XVII (1787) First Line: Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound Lyrics: I Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound, My ears, attend the cry, "Ye living men come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie. II "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head "Must lie as low as ours." III Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure! Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more! IV Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace, To fit our souls to fly; Then when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. Languages: English