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On God supreme our Hope depends

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #II (1737) Lyrics: 1 On God supreme our Hope depends, Whose omnipresent Sight Even to the pathless Realms extends Of uncreated Night. 2 Plung'd in the Abyss of deep Distress To him we rais'd our Cry: His Mercy bad our Sorrows cease And fil'd our Tongue with Joy. 3 Tho' Earth her ancient Seat forsake, By Pangs confulsive torn, Tho' her self ballanc'd Fabrick shake And ruin'd Nature mourn: 4 Tho' Hills be in the Ocean lost With all their trembling Lord, No Fear shall e'er disturb the Just, Or shake his Trust in God. 5 Nations remote and Realms unknown In vain resist his Sway; For lo! Jehovah's Voice is shewn And Earth shall melt away. 6 Let War's devouring Surges rise And swell on every side; The Lord of Hosts our Safeguard is, And Jacob's God our Guide. Topics: For Sunday Scripture: Psalm 46 Languages: English

On thee the Race of Man depends

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #C.IV (1737) Lyrics: 1 On thee the Race of Man depends, Far as the Earth's remotest Ends; Where the Creator's Name is known By Nature's feeble Light alone. 2 At thy Command the Morning Ray Smiles in the East and leads the Day; Thou guid'st the sun's declining Wheels Over the tops of Western Hills. 3 Seasons and Times obey thy Voice; The Evening and the Morn rejoice To see the Earth made soft with Showers, Laden with Fruit and drest in Flowers. 4 'Tis from the watry Stores on high Thou giv'st the thirsty Ground supply; Thou walk'dst upon the Clouds, and thence Dost thy enriching Drops dispence. 5 The Desart grows a fertile Field; Abundant Fruit the Valleys yield The Vallies shout with chearful Voice, And neighbouring Hills repeat their Joys. 6 The Pasture smile in green array, Where Lambs and larger Cattle play: The larger Cattle and the Lamb, Each in his Language speaks thy Name. 7 Thy Works pronounce thy Power divine; O'er every Field thy Glories shine: Thro' every Month thy Gifts appear, Great God, thy Goodness crowns the Year. Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #X (1737) Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise Our Hearts and Voices in his Praise; His Nature and his Works invite To make this Duty our delight. 2 He form'd the Stars, those heavenly Flames; He counts their Numbers, calls their Names; His Wisdom's vast, and knows no Bound, A deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd. 3 Great is our Lord, and great his Might; And all his Glory's infinite: He crowns the Meek, rewards the Just, And treads the Wicked to the Dust. 4 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his Clouds all round the Sky; There he prepares the fruitful Rain, Nor lets the Drops descend in vain. 5 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn; And cloathes the smiling Fields with Corn; The Beasts with Food his Hands supply, And the young Ravens when they cry. 6 What is the Creature's Skill or Force? The sprightly Man the warlike Horse? The nimble Wit, the active Limb? All are too mean Delights for him. 7 But Saints are lovely in his Sight; He views his Children with Delight; He sees their Hope, he knows their Fear, And looks and loves his Image there. 8 Praise God from whom all Blessings flow, Praise him all Creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly Host Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Sun, Moon and Stars, praise ye the Lord

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #C.IX (1737) First Line: Regent of all the Worlds above Lyrics: 1 Regett of all the Worlds above, Thou, Sun, whose Rays adorn the Sphere And with unwearied Swiftness move, To form the Circle of the Year: 2 Praise the Creator of the Skies, Who decks thy Orb with borrow'd Rays: Or may the Sun forget to rise, When he forget his Maker's Praise. 3 Thou reigning Beauty of the Night, Fair Queen of Silence, Silver Moon, Whose paler Fires and Female Light, Are softer Rivals of the Noon; 4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power Waxing and waining Honours pay, Who bad thee rule the dusky Hours And half supply the absent Day. 5 Ye glittering Stars who gild the skies, When Darkness has her Curtain drawn, Who keep the Watch with wakeful Eyes, When Business, Cares, and Day are gone: 6 Proclaim the Glories of your Lord, Dispers'd thro' all the heav'nly Street, Whose boundless Treasures can afford, So rich a Pavement for his Feet. 7 Thou Heav'n of Heav'ns, supremely bright, Fair Palace of the Court divine, Where, with inimitable Light The Godhead condescends to shine: 8 Praise thou thy great Inhabitant, Who scatters lovely Beams of Grace On every Angel, every Saint, Nor veils the Lustre of his Face. 9 O God of Glory, God of Love, Thou art the Sun that mak'st our Days: Mid'st all thy wondrous Works above Let Earth and Dust attempt thy Praise! Languages: English

God's Eternity

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #XV (1737) First Line: Rise, O my soul and leave the Ground Lyrics: 1 Rise, O my soul, and leave the ground, Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, And rouse up every tuneful Sound To praise th' eternal God. 2 Long ere the lofty Skies were spread, Jehovah fill'd his Throne; E'er Adam form'd, or Angels made, The Maker liv'd alone. 3 Thy boundless Years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their Prime; Eternity's thy dwelling place, And Ever is thy time. 4 While like a tide our Minutes flow, The present and the past, He fills his own immortal Now, And sees our Ages wast. 5 The sea and Sky must perish too, And vast destruction come; The Creatures,look how old they grow! And wait their fiery doom, 6 Well, let the Sea wast all away, And Flame melt down the Skies, My God shall live an endless Day, When th' old Creation dies. Languages: English

Eupolis's Hymn to the Creator: Part II

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #C.Xb (1737) First Line: Scarce can our daring thought arise Lyrics: 1 Scarce can our daring Thought arise To thy Pavilion in the Skies; Nor can a mortal Tongue declare The Bliss, the Joy, the Rapture there. Nor solitary dost thou reign, But circled with a glorious Train, The Sons of God, the Sons of Light, For ever joying in thy Sight! 2 For thee their silver Harps are strung, While ever beauteous, ever young, Th' Angelick Forms their Voices raise, And thro' Heavn'ns Arch resound they Praise. The feather'd Souls that swim the Air, And bath in liquid Ether there; The Lark, Precentor of their Quire, Leading them higher still and higher. 3 Listen and learn, th' angelick Notes Repeating in their warbling Throats: And e'er to soft Repose they go They teach them to their Lords below. On the green Turf, their mossy Nest, The Ev'ning Anthem swells their Breast Thus, like thy golden Chain from high, Thy Praise unites the Earth and Sky. Languages: English

The Moon to run her destin'd Space

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #C.Vc (1737) Lyrics: 1 The Moon to run her destin'd Space Fills her pale Orb with borro'd Rays, The appointed Sun with just Carreer Metes out the Day, the Month, the Year, His Lamp withdrawn then ravening stray Wild Beasts, outragious for their Prey' The Lion roars his wants aloud And roaring, seeks his Meat from God. 2 When from the East glows with opening Day Back to their Dens they haste away: Nor sooner are the Shades of Night Fled from the Suns returning Light, Then the strong Husbandman renews His Toil, his daily Task pursues, Till Evening calls again to rest, Both toiling Man and weary Beast. 3 How various is thy Praise display'd O Lord, in all thy Hands have made! Lost in amazement down we fall; In Wisdom thou hast made them all; How on the Earth thy Riches shower Incessant, unexhausted Store; New every Morn thy Gifts appear; Great God, thy Goodness fills the Year. 4 And yet, low other Scenes disclose! The Sea no less thy Goodness shews, Here the finn'd Race unnumber'd stray, Dive deep, or on the Surface play, Here huge Leviathan may reign Sole Tyrant of the watry Plain, He moves; the boiling Deeps divide; He breathes a Storm and spouts a Tide. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

The spacious Firmament on high

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #C.II (1737) Lyrics: 1 The spacious Firmament on high, With all the wide, etherial Sky, And spangled Heav’ns, a shining Frame, Their great Original proclaim. Th’ unwearied Sun, from Day to Day, Does his Creator’s Power display; And publishes to every Land The Work of an Almighty Hand. 2 Soon as the Evening Shades prevail The Moon takes up the wondrous Tale, And, nightly to the listning Earth, Repeats the Story of her Birth: While 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. 3 What tho' in solemn Silence all, Move round the dark terrestrial Ball; What tho' nor real Voice nor Sound, Amidst their radiant Orbs be found; In Reasons Ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious Voice, For ever singing, as they shine, The Hand that made us is divine. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

The Voice of my beloved sounds

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #XXXI (1737) Lyrics: 1 The Voice of my Beloved sounds, Over the Rocks and rising Grounds, O'er Hills of Guilt and Seas of Grief He leaps, he flies to my Relief. 2 Now thro' the Veil of Flesh I see With Eyes of Love He looks at me, Now in the Gospel's clearest Glass He shews the Beauties of his Face. 3 Gently He draws my Heart along, Both with his Beauties and his Tongue; Rise, saith my Lord, make haste away, No mortal Joys are worth thy Stay. 4 The Jewish wintry State is gone, The Mists are fled, the Spring comes on; The sacred Turtle Dove we hear Proclaim the new, the joyful Year. 5 "Th' immortal Vine of heavenly Root Blossoms, and buds, and gives her Fruit: So we are come to taste the Wine; Our Souls rejoice, and bless the Vine. 6 And when I hear our Jesus say, Rise up, my Love, make haste away! My Heart would fain out-fly the Wind, And leave all earthly Loves behind. Scripture: Song of Solomon 2:8-13 Languages: English

Thee, Lord, my Soul aspires to sing

Hymnal: CoPH1737 #C.Va (1737) Lyrics: 1 Thee, Lord, my Soul aspires to sing, Almighty, everlasting King, Creator! wondrous to survey Thy works excite the grateful Lay, From thy bright Throne beyond yon Height Spread Plains of Empyrean Light, The Spheres assume the second place, Swift moving thro' th' Eternal Space. 2 Beneath more close compacted lie The Regions of th' inferior Sky, Here float the Clouds, the Thunders roil, And Tempest whirl from Pole to Pole, Here thy obedient Spirits find the Stores of Vengeance for Mankind; And pleas'd thy Orders to perform Lance the hot Bolt, or drive the Storm. 3 Till thou restrain'd it like a Robe The deep involv'd the shapeless Globe; And now tho' the proud Surges rise, Range the wide wast, and threat the Skies, Fix'd is their Bound, their Tumults end; Yet where thou bidst the Main extend, Awed by thy Voice aloof they roar, Or gently leave th'uninjured shore. 4 Mean while the piercing Liquid strains Thro' the tall Mountains secret Veins; Thence down the silver Currents flow And wander thro' the Vales below, And while their Streams fresh Moisture yield To the dry Cattle of the Field, Lo, Trees project their Branches fair And lodge the Songsters of the air. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English