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O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147b (1766) Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: 1 O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD, And make his Honours known abroad; He bid the Ocean round thee flow; Not Bars of Brass could guard thee so. 2 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. 3 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. 4 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? 5 He bids the Southern Breezes blow; The Ice dissolve, the Waters flow; But he hath nobler Works and Ways To call the Britons to his Praise. 6 To all the Isle his Laws are shown, His Gospel through the Nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his Word To ev'ry Land: Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #270 (1740) Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise 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

Summer and Winter: A Song for Great-Britain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #271 (1740) Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD Lyrics: 1 O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD, And make his Honours known abroad, He bid the Ocean round thee flow; Not Bars of Brass could guard thee so. 2 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. 3 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. 4 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? 5 He bids the Southern Breezes blow; The Ice dissolve, the Waters flow; But he hath nobler Works and Ways To call the Britons to his Praise. 6 To all the Isle his Laws are shown, His Gospel through the Nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his Word To ev'ry Land: Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Psalm 135

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.309 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: Awake, ye saints; to praise your King Lyrics: Awake, ye saints; to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise, Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise. Great is the Lord, and works unknown Are his divine employ; But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy. Heav'n, earth, and sea confess his hand; He bids the vapors rise; Lightning and storm at his command Sweep through the sounding skies. All power that gods or kings have claimed Is found with him alone But heathen gods should ne'er be named Where our Jehovah's known. Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain? In vain they worship glitt'ring dust, And pray to gold in vain. [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, Such as their makers gave; Their feet were ne'er designed to walk, Nor hands have power to save. Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, Nor hear when mortals pray; Mortals that wait for their relief Are blind and deaf as they.] O Britain, know thy living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes thy churches his abode, And claims thine honors there. Scripture: Psalm 135 Languages: English

Psalm 147

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.334 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Rain from heaven First Line: With songs and honors sounding loud Lyrics: With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven's cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:7-9 Languages: English

Awake, ye saints; to praise your King

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #47 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: Awake, ye saints; to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise, Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise. Great is the Lord, and works unknown Are his divine employ; But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy. Heav'n, earth, and sea confess his hand; He bids the vapors rise; Lightning and storm at his command Sweep through the sounding skies. All power that gods or kings have claimed Is found with him alone But heathen gods should ne'er be named Where our Jehovah's known. Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain? In vain they worship glitt'ring dust, And pray to gold in vain. [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, Such as their makers gave; Their feet were ne'er designed to walk, Nor hands have power to save. Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, Nor hear when mortals pray; Mortals that wait for their relief Are blind and deaf as they.] O Britain, know thy living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes thy churches his abode, And claims thine honors there. Scripture: Psalm 135 Languages: English

How oft have sin and Satan strove

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #135 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: How oft have sin and Satan strove To rend my soul from thee, my God! But everlasting is thy love, And Jesus seals it with his blood. The oath and promise of the Lord Join to confirm the wondrous grace; Eternal power performs the word, And fills all heav'n with endless praise. Amidst temptations sharp and long, My soul to this dear refuge flies; Hope is my anchor, firm and strong, While tempests blow and billows rise. The gospel bears my spirit up; A faithful and unchanging God Lays the foundation for my hope In oaths, and promises, and blood. Scripture: Hebrews 6:17-19 Languages: English

Awake, ye Saints: To praise your King

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P135c (1766) Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: 1 Awake, ye Saints: To praise your King Your sweetest Passions raise, Your pious Pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the Praise. 2 Great is the Lord; and Works unknown Are his divine Employ; But still his Saints are near his Throne, His Treasure and his Joy. 3 Heav'n, Earth, and Sea confess his Hand; He bids the Vapours rise; Lightning and Storm at his Command Sweep through the sounding Skies. 4 All Pow'r that Gods or Kings have claim'd Is found with him alone; But Heathen Gods should ne'er be nam'd Where our Jehovah's known. 5 Which of the Stocks or Stones they trust Can give them Show'rs of Rain? In vain they worship glitt'ring Dust, And pray to Gold in vain. 6 [Their Gods have Tongues that cannot talk, Such as their Makers gave; Their Feet were ne'er design'd to walk; Nor Hands have Pow'r to save. 7 Blind are their Eyes, their Ears are deaf, Nor hear when Mortals pray; Mortals, that wait for their Relief, Are blind and deaf as they.] 8 O, Britain! know thy living GOD, Serve him with Faith and Fear; He makes thy Churches his Abode, And claims thine Honours there. Scripture: Psalm 135 Languages: English

With Songs and Honours sounding loud

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147c (1766) Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: 1 With Songs and Honours sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the Heav'ns he spreads his Cloud, And Waters veil the Sky. 2 He sends his Show'rs of Blessings down To chear the Plains below; He makes the Grass the Mountains crown, And Corn in Vallies grow. 3 He gives the grazing Ox his Meat, He hears the Ravens cry; But Man who tastes his finest Wheat, Should raise his Honours high. 4 His steady Counsels change the Face Of the declining Year; He bids the Sun cut short his Race, And wint'ry Days appear. 5 His hoary Frost, his fleecy Snow, Descend and clothe the Ground; The liquid Streams forbear to flow, In icy Fetters bound. 6 When from the dreadful Stores on high He pours the rattling Hail, The Wretch that dares this GOD defy Shall find his Courage fail. 7 He sends his Word, and melts the Snow, The Fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer Gales to blow, And bids the Spring return. 8 The changing Wind, the flying Cloud, Obey his mighty Word; With Songs and Honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sov'reign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:13-18 Languages: English

Now to the power of God supreme

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #190 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Rain from heaven Lyrics: Now to the power of God supreme Be everlasting honors giv'n; He saves from hell, (we bless his name,) He calls our wand'ring feet to heav'n. Not for our duties or deserts, But of his own abounding grace, He works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praise. 'Twas his own purpose that begun To rescue rebels doomed to die; He gave us grace in Christ his Son Before he spread the starry sky. Jesus the Lord appears at last, And makes his Father's counsels known; Declares the great transactions past, And brings immortal blessings down. He dies, and in that dreadful night Did all the powers of hell destroy; Rising, he brought our heav'n to light, And took possession of the joy. Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:9-10 Languages: English