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Psalm 73 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.157 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed First Line: Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind Lyrics: Now I'm convinced the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere; Yet once my foolish thoughts repined, And bordered on despair. I grieved to see the wicked thrive, And spoke with angry breath, "How pleasant and profane they live! How peaceful is their death! "With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes, They lay their fears to sleep; Against the heav'ns their slanders rise, While saints in silence weep. "In vain I lift my hands to pray, And cleanse my heart in vain; For I am chastened all the day, The night renews my pain." Yet while my tongue indulged complaints, I felt my heart reprove,- "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, And grieve the men I love." But still I found my doubts too hard, The conflict too severe, Till I retired to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. There, as in some prophetic glass, I saw the sinner's feet High mounted on a slipp'ry place, Beside a fiery pit. I heard the wretch profanely boast, Till at thy frown he fell; His honors in a dream were lost, And he awakes in hell. Lord, what an envious fool I was! How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promised grace, And think the wicked blest. Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by power unknown; That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Psalm 73 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.158 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed First Line: God, my supporter and my hope Lyrics: God, my supporter and my hope, My help for ever near, Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair. Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. Were I in heav'n without my God, 'Twould be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode, I long for none but thee. What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. Behold, the sinners that remove Far from thy presence die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28 Languages: English

Psalm 73

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.160 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics: Sure there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools with scornful eyes In robes of honor shine. [Pampered with wanton ease, Their flesh looks full and fair; Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure; Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God; Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad. But I with flowing tears Indulged my doubts to rise; "Is there a God that sees or hears The things below the skies?"] The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense, Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence. Thy word with light and power Did my mistake amend; I viewed the sinners' life before, But here I learnt their end. On what a slipp'ry steep The thoughtless wretches go; And O that dreadful fiery deep That waits their fall below! Lord, at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine; I call my God my portion now, And all my powers are thine. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Great King of glory and of grace

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #150 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed Lyrics: [Great King of glory and of grace, We own, with humble shame, How vile is our degen'rate race, And our first father's name.] From Adam flows our tainted blood, The poison reigns within; Makes us averse to all that's good, And willing slaves to sin. [Daily we break thy holy laws, And then reject thy grace; Engaged in the old serpent's cause, Against our Maker's face.l We live estranged afar from God, And love the distance well; With haste we run the dangerous road That leads to death and hell. And can such rebels be restored? Such natures made divine? Let sinners see thy glory, Lord, And feel this power of thine. We raise our Fathers name on high Who his own Spirit sends To bring rebellious strangers nigh, And turn his foes to friends. Scripture: Psalm 73:17-20 Languages: English

Psalm 37 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.86 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed First Line: Why should I vex my soul, and fret Lyrics: Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great By violence and lies? As flowery grass, cut down at noon, Before the ev'ning fades, So shall their glories vanish soon In everlasting shades. Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food. I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfil. Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon. The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are giv'n. Rest in the Lord, and keep his way, Nor let your anger rise, Though Providence should long delay To punish haughty vice. Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for he sees Their day of vengeance come. They have drawn out the threat'ning sword, Have bent the murd'rous bow, To slay the men that fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low. My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts, Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts. Scripture: Psalm 37:1-15 Languages: English

Psalm 37 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.87 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed First Line: Why do the wealthy wicked boast Lyrics: Why do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just Excels the sinner's gold. The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay; The saint is merciful and lends, Nor turns the poor away. His alms with lib'ral heart he gives Amongst the sons of need; His mem'ry to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed. His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander or defraud; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learned of God. The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the Spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide. When sinners fall, the righteous stand, Preserved from every snare; They shall possess the promised land, And dwell for ever there. Scripture: Psalm 37:16 Languages: English

Psalm 37 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.88 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed First Line: My God, the steps of pious men Lyrics: My God, the steps of pious men Are ordered by thy will; Though they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still. The Lord delights to see their ways, Their virtue he approves; He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, Nor leave the men he loves. The heav'nly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come. Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men, Nor fear when tyrants frown; Ye shall confess their pride was vain, When justice casts them down. The haughty sinner have I seen, Nor fearing man nor God, Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. And lo! he vanished from the ground, Destroyed by hands unseen; Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been. But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend; True pleasure runs through all his ways, And peaceful is his end. Scripture: Psalm 37:23-37 Languages: English

Psalm 73

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.159 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed First Line: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I Lyrics: Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine! But O their end, their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so; On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below. Now let them boast how tall they rise, I'll never envy them again; There they may stand with haughty eyes, Till they plunge deep in endless pain. Their fancied joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a preface to their plagues. Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Scripture: Psalm 73:22 Languages: English

Let the wild leopards of the wood

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #88 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed Lyrics: Let the wild leopards of the wood Put off the spots that nature gives, Then may the wicked turn to God, And change their tempers and their lives. As well might Ethiopian slaves Wash out the darkness of their skin, The deed as well might leave their graves, As old transgressors cease to sin. Where vice has held its empire long, 'Twill not endure the least control; None but a power divinely strong Can turn the current of the soul. Great God! I own thy power divine That works to change this heart of mine; I would be formed anew, and bless The wonders of creating grace. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Now Satan comes with dreadful roar

Author: Isaac Watts; Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #93 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperous sinners cursed Lyrics: Now Satan comes with dreadful roar And threatens to destroy; He worries whom he can't devour With a malicious joy. Ye sons of God, oppose his rage, Resist, and he'll begone; Thus did our dearest Lord engage And vanquish him alone. Now he appears almost divine, Like innocence and love; But the old serpent lurks within When he assumes the dove. Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, Ye sons of Adam, fly; Our parents found the snare too strong, Nor should the children try. Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English