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Psalm 49 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.109 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured First Line: Why doth the man of riches grow Lyrics:
Why doth the man of riches grow
To insolence and pride,
To see his wealth and honors flow
With every rising tide?
[Why doth he treat the poor with scorn,
Made of the self-same clay,
And boast as though his flesh was born
Of better dust than they?]
Not all his treasures can procure
His soul a short reprieve,
Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.
[Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be bribed with gold,
That man may never die.]
He sees the brutish and the wise,
The tim'rous and the brave,
Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,-
My house shall ever stand
And that my name may long abide,
I'll give it to my land."
Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!
His name is written in the dust
Where his own carcass lies.
This is the folly of their way;
And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works again.
Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honor raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.
[Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpet break their sleep
In terror and despair.]
Scripture: Psalm 49:6-14 Languages: English
Psalm 49 Part 1
Psalm 49 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.110 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured First Line: Ye sons of pride, that hate the just Lyrics:
Ye sons of pride, that hate the just
And trample on the poor,
When death has brought you down to dust,
Your pomp shall rise no more.
The last great day shall change the scene;
When will that hour appear?
When shall the just revive, and reign
O'er all that scorned them here?
God will my naked soul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.
Heav'n is my everlasting home,
Th' inheritance is sure:
Let men of pride their rage resume,
But I'll repine no more.
Scripture: Psalm 49:14-15 Languages: English
Psalm 49 Part 2
Psalm 49
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.111 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Envy and unbelief cured First Line: Why do the proud insult the poor Lyrics:
Why do the proud insult the poor,
And boast the large estates they have?
How vain are riches to secure
Their haughty owners from the grave!
They can't redeem one hour from death,
With all the wealth in which they trust;
Nor give a dying brother breath,
When God commands him down to dust.
There the dark earth and dismal shade
Shall clasp their naked bodies round;
That flesh, so delicately fed,
Lies cold and moulders in the ground.
Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat:
The saints shall in the morning rise,
And find th' oppressor at their feet.
His honors perish in the dust,
And pomp and beauty, birth and blood:
That glorious day exalts the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.
My Savior shall my life restore,
And raise me from my dark abode;
My flesh and soul shall part no more,
But dwell for ever near my God.
Scripture: Psalm 49 Languages: English
Psalm 49
Psalm 95
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.204 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Unbelief punished First Line: Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name Lyrics:
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.
Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures seem,
Those gods on high and gods below,
When once compared with him.
Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his spacious hand;
He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
Come, and with humble souls adore,
Come, kneel before his face
O may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace!
Now is the time; he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear,
"Ye shall not see my rest."
Scripture: Psalm 95 Languages: English
Psalm 95
Psalm 95
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.205 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Unbelief punished First Line: Come, sound his praise abroad Lyrics:
Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.
Today attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
But if your ears refuse
The language of his grace,
And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews,
That unbelieving race;
The Lord, in vengeance dressed,
Will lift his hand and swear,
"You that despise my promised rest
Shall have no portion there."
Scripture: Psalm 95 Languages: English
Psalm 95
Psalm 95
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.206 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Unbelief punished First Line: Come, let our voices join to raise Lyrics:
Come, let our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a sovereign King, rehearse
His honors in exalted verse.
Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who framed our natures with his word;
He is our Shepherd; we the sheep
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.
Come, let us hear his voice today,
The counsels of his love obey;
Nor let our hardened hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Isr'el knew.
Isr'el, that saw his works of grace,
Yet tempt their Maker to his face;
A faithless, unbelieving brood,
That tired the patience of their God.
Thus saith the Lord: "How false they prove
Forget my power, abuse my love!
Since they despise my rest, I swear,
Their feet shall never enter there."
[Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead;
Attend the offered grace today,
Nor lose the blessing by delay.
Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion's heav'nly gates:
Believe, and take the promised rest;
Obey, and be for ever blest.]
Scripture: Psalm 95:1-3 Languages: English
Psalm 95
Come let our voices join to raise
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XCV (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Canaan lost through Unbelief Lyrics: 1 Come let our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a sov'reign King; rehearse
His honour in exalted verse.
2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who fram'd our natures with his word,
He is our Shepherd; we the sheep
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.
3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,
The counsels of his love obey,
Nor let our harden'd hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Isra'l knew.
4 Isra'l, that saw his works of grace
Yet tempt their Maker to his face;
A faithless unbelieving brood,
That tir'd the patience of their God.
5 Thus saith the Lord, "How false they prove!
Forget my pow'r, abuse my love;
Since they despis'd my rest, I swear,
Their feet shall never enter there."
6 [Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead;
Attend the offer'd grace to-day,
Nor lose the blessings by delay.
7 Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion’s heav’nly gates:
Believe and take the promis'd rest;
Obey, and be for ever blest.] Scripture: Psalm 95 Languages: English
Come let our voices join to raise
Return of Joy
Author: Cowper Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCXLI (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Unbelief lamented First Line: When darkness long has veil'd my mind Lyrics: 1 When darkness long has veil'd my mind
And smiling day once more appears;
Then, my redeemer, then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.
2 I chide my unbelieving heart;
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee!
3 O! let me then at length be taught
(What I am still so slow to learn:)
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But when my faith is sharply try'd
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will;
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious worm is still.
6 Thou art as ready to forgive,
As I am ready to repine;
Thou, therefore, all the praise receive;
Be shame, and self-abhorrence, mine. Languages: English
Return of Joy
Why should I vex my soul, and fret
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXXVII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The Cure of Envy, Fretfulness and Unbelief Lyrics: 1 Why should I vex my soul, and fret
To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners waxing great,
By violence and lies?
2 As flow'ry grass cut down at noon,
Before the ev'ning fades,
So shall their glories vanish soon,
In everlasting shades.
3 Then let me make the Lord my trust,
And practice all that’s good;
So shall I dwell among the just,
And he’ll provide me food.
4 I to my God my ways commit,
And cheerful wait his will;
Thy hand which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfil.
5 Mine innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.
6 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.
7 Rest in the Lord, and keep his way,
Nor let your anger rise,
Though Providence should long delay,
To punish haughty vice.
8 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.
9 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.
10 My God shall break their bows, and burn
Their persecuting darts,
Shall their own swords against them turn,
And pierce their stubborn hearts. Scripture: Psalm 37:1-10 Languages: English
Why should I vex my soul, and fret
Not to condemn the Sons of Men
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #I.C (1766) Topics: Unbelief and Faith Lyrics: 1 Not to condemn the Sons of Men,
Did Christ the Son of God, appear;
No Weapons in his Hands are seen,
No flaming Sword, nor Thunder there.
2 Such was the Pity of our God,
He lov'd the Race of Man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our Load,
Of Sins, and save our Souls from Hell.
3 Sinners believe the Saviour's Word,
Trust in his mighty Name, and live;
A thousand Joys his Lips afford,
His Hands a thousand Blessings give.
4 But Vengeance and Damnation lies
On Rebels who refuse the Grace;
Who God's eternal Son despise,
The hottest Hell shall be their Place.
Scripture: John 3:16-18 Languages: English
Not to condemn the Sons of Men
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