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The Blessings of the Spring; or God gives Rain

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #121 (1786) Topics: Praise and prayer public; Prayer Praise public; Praise and prayer public; Prayer Praise public First Line: Good is the Lord, the heavenly King Lyrics: 1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King, Who makes the earth his care; Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear. 2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, Pour out at his command, Their watery blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land. 3 The soften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring: The vallies rich provision yield, And the poor laborers sing. 4 The little hills on every side Rejoice at falling showers, The meadows dress'd in beauteous pride Perfume the air with flowers. 5 The barren clods refresh'd with rain Promise a joyful crop; The parched grounds look green again, And raise the reaper's hope. 6 The various months thy goodness crowns How bounteous are thy ways! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English

The Blessings of the Spring; or God gives Rain

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #121 (1787) Topics: Praise and prayer public; Prayer Praise public; Praise and prayer public; Prayer Praise public First Line: Good is the Lord, the heavenly King Lyrics: 1 Good is the Lord, the heavenly King, Who makes the earth his care; Visits the pastures every spring, And bids the grass appear. 2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, Pour out at his command, Their watery blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land. 3 The soften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring: The vallies rich provision yield, And the poor laborers sing. 4 The little hills on every side Rejoice at falling showers, The meadows dress'd in beauteous pride Perfume the air with flowers. 5 The barren clods refresh'd with rain Promise a joyful crop; The parched grounds look green again, And raise the reaper's hope. 6 The various months thy goodness crowns How bounteous are thy ways! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English

Recovery from Sickness

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #204 (1786) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: I love the Lord: He heard my cries Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord: He heard my cries, And pity'd every groan, Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear, And chas'd my griefs away: Oh let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead, While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplex'd my wakeful head. 4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just; "Thy power can rescue from the grave, "Thy power is all my trust. 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bade my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English

Recovery from Sickness

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #204 (1790) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: I love the Lord: He heard my cries Lyrics: 1 I love the Lord: He heard my cries, And pity'd every groan, Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord: He bow'd his ear, And chas'd my griefs away: Oh let my heart no more despair, While I have breath to pray! 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, And I drew near the dead, While inward pangs and fears of hell Perplex'd my wakeful head. 4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save, "Thou ever good and just: "Thy power can rescue from the grave, "Thy power is all my trust. 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bade my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears; Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years. Scripture: Psalm 116 Languages: English

Thanks for private Deliverance

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #205a (1786) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: 1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thine house My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows, My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight? How precious is their blood? 4 How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 116:12-19 Languages: English

Thanks for private Deliverance

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #205a (1790) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: What shall I render to my God Lyrics: 1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thine house My offerings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows, My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever-blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight? How precious is their blood? 4 How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me! My life which thou hast made thy care, Lord, I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain, And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 116:12-19 Languages: English

Deliverance from a Tumult

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #206c (1786) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: The Lord appears my helper now Lyrics: 1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid. 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice! 4 Like angry bees they girt me round; When God appears they fly; So burning thorns with crackling sound Make a fierce blaze, and die. 5 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs To his Almighty grace. Scripture: Psalm 118:6-15 Languages: English

Deliverance from a Tumult

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #206c (1790) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: The Lord appears my helper now Lyrics: 1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid. 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice! 4 Like angry bees they girt me round; When God appears they fly; So burning thorns with crackling sound Make a fierce blaze, and die. 5 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs To his Almighty grace. Scripture: Psalm 118:6-15 Languages: English

Publick Praise for Deliverance from Death

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #207a (1786) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry, And rescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: (and none can die, If God resolve to save.) 2 Thy praise more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore Defends him still from death. 3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there, The house where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare. 4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise; There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 118:17-21 Languages: English

Christ the foundation of the Church

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #207b (1786) Topics: Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies; Public Praise for private Mercies; Public Thanks for private Mercies First Line: Behold the sure foundation stone Lyrics: 1 Behold the sure foundation stone Which God in Zion lays, To build our heaernly hopes upon, And his eternal praise. 2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the name, They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame. 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain. 4 What tho' the gates of hell withstood? Yet must this building rise: 'Tis thy own work, Almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes. Scripture: Psalm 118:22-23 Languages: English