Instance Results

Switch back to the old search page.Advanced Search

Showing 71 - 80 of 797Results Per Page: 10 20 50

Far as creation's bounds extend

Author: James Merrick, 1720-1769 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #177 (1917) Topics: The Godhead Creation and Providence Lyrics: 1 Far as creation's bounds extend, Thy mercies, heavenly Lord, descend; One chorus of perpetual praise To Thee Thy various works shall raise; Thy saints to Thee in hymns impart The transports of a grateful heart. 2 They chant the splendours of Thy name, Delighted with the wondrous theme; And bid the world's wide realms admire The glories of the Almighty Sire, Whose throne all nature's wreck survives, Whose power through endless ages lives. 3 From Thee, great God, while every eye Expectant waits the wished supply, Their bread proportioned to the day, Thy opening hands to each convey; In every sorrow of the heart Eternal mercy bears a part. 4 Who ask Thine aid with heart sincere Shall find Thy succours ever near; To Thee their prayer in each distress Thy suffering servants, Lord, address; And prove Thee, verging on the grave, Nor slow to hear, nor weak to save. Languages: English Tune Title: CREATION

For the Fruits of His Creation

Author: Fred Pratt Green Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Gray) #455 (1987) Meter: 8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4 Topics: Creation and Providence Lyrics: 1 For the fruits of his creation, thanks be to God. For his gifts to every nation, thanks be to God. For the plowing, sowing, reaping, silent growth while we are sleeping, future needs in earth's safekeeping, thanks be to God. 2 In the just reward of labor, God's will be done. In the help we give our neighbor, God's will be done. In our worldwide task of caring for the hungry and despairing, in the harvests we are sharing, God's will be done. 3 For the harvests of the Spirit, thanks be to God. For the good we all inherit, thanks be to God. For the wonders that astound us, for the truths that still confound us, most of all that love has found us, thanks be to God. Scripture: Psalm 100 Languages: English Tune Title: EAST ACKLAM

High in the heavens, eternal God

Author: Dr. Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #171 (1917) Topics: The Godhead Creation and Providence Lyrics: 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens Thy designs. 2 For ever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of Thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast Thy bounty share; The whole creation is Thy charge, But saints are Thy peculiar care. 4 My God, how excellent Thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs! The sons of Adam in distress Fly to the shadow of Thy wings. 5 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of the Lord; And in Thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in Thy Word. Languages: English Tune Title: BIRSTAL

My Heavenly Father Loves Me (Ku ma lia i ni ka ve nu)

Author: Vulak Lai; Rolando S. Tinio Hymnal: Sound the Bamboo #182 (2000) Topics: God in Creation and Providence; God in Creation and Providence Providence and Goodness; God in Creation and Providence Sovereignty and Power First Line: Ku ma lia i ni ka ve nu tsi il a ka siv (Although barren trees stand hopelessly while no fruits appear) Scripture: Habakkuk 3:17-18 Languages: English; Paiwan Tune Title: INIKAMA VALHIT

Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; Works of creation and providence 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

Psalm 147 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; Works of creation and providence 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

Psalm 147

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.334 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Creation and Providence; Works of creation and providence 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

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: Creation and Providence; Works of creation and providence 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

Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147a (1766) Topics: Creation and Providence; Works of creation and providence 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

O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147b (1766) Topics: Creation and Providence; Works of creation and providence 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