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Psalm 135 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.308 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: Great is the Lord, exalted high Lyrics: Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all powers and every throne: Whate'er he please, in earth or sea, Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. At his command the vapors rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind And tempest from his airy store. 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt, through thy stubborn land, When all thy first-born, beasts and men, Fell dead by his avenging hand. What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Isr'el, whom his hand redeemed, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave! His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. Scripture: Psalm 135:5-12 Languages: English
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The GOD of our Salvation hears

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P65b (1766) Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: 1 The GOD of our Salvation hears The Groans of Sion mix'd with Tears; Yet when he comes with kind Designs, Through all the Way his Terror shines. 2 On him 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. 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the Flood, Address their frighted Souls to GOD, When Tempests rage, and Billows roar At dreadful Distance from the Shore. 4 He bids the noisy Tempests cease; He calms the raging Croud to Peace, When a tumultuous Nation raves Wild as the Winds, and loud as Waves. 5 Whole Kingdoms shaken by the Storm, He settles in a peaceful Form; Mountains establish'd by his Hand, Firm on their old Foundations stand. 6 Behold his Ensigns sweep the Sky, New Comets blaze, and Lightnings fly; The Heathen Lands, with swift Surprize, From the bright Horrors turn their Eyes. 7 At his Command the Morning-Ray Smiles in the East, and leads the Day, He guides the Sun's declining Wheels Over the Tops of Western Hills. 8 Seasons and Times obey his Voice; The Ev'ning and the Morn rejoice To see the Earth made soft with Show'rs, Laden with Fruit, and drest in Flow'rs. 9 'Tis from his wat'ry Stores on high, He gives the thirsty Ground Supply; He walks upon the Clouds, and thence Doth his enriching Drops dispense. 10 The Desert grows a fruitful Field, Abundant Fruit the Vallies yield; The Vallies shout with chearful Voice, And neighb'ring Hills repeat their Joys. 11 The Pastures smile in green Array, There Lambs and larger Cattle play; The larger Cattle and the Lamb Each in his Language speaks thy Name. 12 Thy Works pronounce thy Pow'r divine; O'er every Field thy Glories shine; Through ev'ry Month thy Gifts appear; Great GOD, thy Goodness crowns the Year. Scripture: Psalm 65:5-13 Languages: English
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Divine Providence in Air, Earth and Sea; or, The GOD of Nature and Grace

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #111 (1740) Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: The GOD of our Salvation hears Lyrics: 1 The GOD of our Salvation hears The Groans of Sion mix'd with Tears; Yet when he comes with kind Designs, Through all the Way his Terror shines. 2 On him 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. 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the Flood, Address their frighted Souls to GOD, When Tempests rage and Billows roar At dreadful Distance from the Shore. 4 He bids the noisy Tempests cease; He calms the raging Crowd to Peace, When a tumultuous Nation raves Wild as the Winds, and loud as Waves. 5 Whole Kingdoms shaken by the Storm, He settles in a peaceful Form; Mountains establish'd by his Hand, Firm on their old Foundations stand. 6 Behold his Ensigns sweep the Sky, New Comets blaze, and Lightnings fly; The Heathen Lands, with swift Surprize, From the bright Horrors turn their Eyes. 7 At his Command the Morning-Ray Smiles in the East, and leads the Day, He guides the Sun's declining Wheels Over the Tops of Western Hills. 8 Seasons and Times obey his Voice; The Ev'ning and the Morn rejoice To see the Earth made soft with Show'rs, Laden with Fruit, and drest in Flow'rs. 9 'Tis from his watry Stores on high He gives the thirsty Ground Supply; He walks upon the Clouds, and thence Doth his enriching Drops dispense. 10 The Desert grows a fruitful Field, Abundant Fruit the Vallies yield; The Vallies shout with chearful Voice, And neighb'ring Hills repeat their Joys. 11 The Pastures smile in green Array, There Lambs and larger Cattle play; The larger Cattle and the Lamb Each in his Language speaks thy Name. 12 Thy Works pronounce thy Pow'r divine; O'er every Field thy Glories shine; Through ev'ry Month thy Gifts appear; Great GOD, thy Goodness crowns the Year. Scripture: Psalm 65:5-13 Languages: English
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Great is the Lord, exalted high

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P135b (1766) Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: 1 Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all Pow'rs, and every Throne; Whate'er he please in Earth or Sea, Or Heav'n, or Hell, his Hand hath done. 2 At his Command the Vapours rise, The Lightnings flash, the Thunders roar; He pours the Rain, he brings the Wind And Tempest from his airy Store. 3 'Twas he those dreadful Tokens sent, O Egypt, through thy stubborn Land; When all thy first-born, Beasts and Men, Fell dead by his avenging Hand. 4 What mighty Nations, mighty Kings, He slew, and their whole Country gave To Isr'el, whom his Hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's Slave! 5 His Pow'r the same, the same his Grace, That saves us from the Hosts of Hell; And Heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate Angels fell. Scripture: Psalm 135:5-12 Languages: English
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The Works of Creation, Providence, Redemption of Israel, and Destruction of Enemies

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #249 (1740) Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: Great is the Lord, exalted high Lyrics: 1 Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all Pow'rs and every Throne; Whate'er he please in Earth or Sea, Or Heav'n, or Hell, his Hand hath done. 2 At his Command the Vapours rise, The Lightnings flash, the Thunders roar; He pours the Rain, he brings the Wind And Tempest from his airy Store. 3 'Twas he those dreadful Tokens sent, O Egypt, through thy stubborn Land; When all thy first-born, Beasts and Men, Fell dead by his avenging Hand. 4 What mighty Nations, mighty Kings, He slew, and their whole Country gave To Isr'el, whom his Hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's Slave! 5 His Pow'r the same, the same his Grace, That saves us from the Hosts of Hell; And Heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate Angels fell. Scripture: Psalm 135:5-12 Languages: English
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Great is the Lord, exalted high

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #467 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all powers and every throne: Whate'er he please, in earth or sea, Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. At his command the vapors rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind And tempest from his airy store. 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt, through thy stubborn land, When all thy first-born, beasts and men, Fell dead by his avenging hand. What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Isr'el, whom his hand redeemed, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave! His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. Scripture: Psalm 135:5-12 Languages: English
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Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Lyrics: 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. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. 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. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 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. 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. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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Psalm 147 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: O Britain, praise thy mighty God Lyrics: O Britain, praise thy mighty God, And make his honors known abroad, He bid the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so. Thy children are secure and blest; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest; He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat. Thy changing seasons he ordains, Thine early and thy latter rains; His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clatt'ring sound: Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold? He bids the southern breezes blow; The ice dissolves, the waters flow: But he hath nobler works and ways To call the Britons to his praise. To all the isle his laws are shown, His gospel through the nation known; He hath not thus revealed his word To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #76 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: 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. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. 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. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 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. 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. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147a (1766) Topics: Rain from heaven 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 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers Nations to his Name; His Mercy melts the stubborn Soul, And makes the broken Spirit whole. 3 He form'd the Stars, those heav'nly 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. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his Might; And all his Glories infinite: He crowns the Meek, rewards the Just, And treads the Wicked to the Dust. Pause. 5 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. 6 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn; And cloaths the smiling Fields with Corn; The Beasts with Food his Hands supply, And the young Ravens when they cry. 7 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. 8 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. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

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