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Psalm 103 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.225 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflictions gentle First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! Lyrics: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heav'ns above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. Not half so far hath nature placed The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. How slowly doth his wrath arise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. So fathers their young sons chastise With gentle hand and melting eyes; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure; From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Psalm 103 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #31 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Afflictions gentle First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! Lyrics: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heav'ns above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. Not half so far hath nature placed The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. How slowly doth his wrath arise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. So fathers their young sons chastise With gentle hand and melting eyes; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure; From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

The Lord, how wond'rous are his Ways!

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103b (1766) Topics: Afflicted gentle Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how wond'rous are his Ways! How firm his Truth! how large his Grace! He takes his Mercy for his Throne, And thence he makes his Glories known. 2 Not half so high his Pow'r hath spread The starry Heav'ns above our Head, As his rich Love exceeds our Praise, Exceeds the highest Hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath Nature plac'd The rising Morning from the West, As his forgiving Grace removes The daily Guilt of those he loves. 4 How slowly doth his Wrath arise! On swifter Wings Salvation flies; And if he lets his Anger burn, How soon his Frowns to Pity turn! 5 Amidst his Wrath Compassion shines; His Strokes are lighter than our Sins; And while his Rod corrects his Saints, His Ear indulges their Complaints. 6 So Fathers their young Sons chastise With gentle Hands and melting Eyes; The Children weep beneath the Smart, And move the Pity of their Heart. Pause. 7 The mighty GOD, the Wise and Just, Knows that our Frame is feeble Dust; And will no heavy Loads impose Beyond the Strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our Nature dies, Blasted by ev'ry Wind that flies; Like Grass we spring, and die as soon, As Morning Flow'rs that fade at Noon. 9 But his eternal Love is sure To all the Saints, and shall endure: From Age to Age his Truth shall reign, Nor Children's Children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Blessing God for his Goodness to Soul and Body

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #179 (1786) Topics: Afflictions gentle; Afflictions gentle First Line: Bless, O my soul, the living God Lyrics: 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad, Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise: Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot? 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes, which thou hast done: He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels, Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threatening graves. 5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs, His mercy crowns our growing years: He fills our store with every good, And feeds our souls with heavenly food. 6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest, And often gives the sufferers rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day. 7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.] 8 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Blessing God for his Goodness to Soul and Body

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #179 (1790) Topics: Afflictions gentle; Afflictions gentle First Line: Bless, O my soul, the living God Lyrics: 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad, Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise: Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot? 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes, which thou hast done: He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels, Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threatening graves. 5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs, His mercy crowns our growing years: He fills our store with every good, And feeds our souls with heavenly food. 6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest, And often gives the sufferers rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day. 7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.] 8 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #181a (1786) Topics: Afflictions gentle; Afflictions gentle First Line: Oh bless the Lord, my soul! Lyrics: 1 Oh bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favours are divine. 2 Oh bless the Lord, my soul; Nor let his mercies lie, Forgotten in unthankfulness; And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes the young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd from the grave; He that redeem'd my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good; He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgements for the proud, And justice for th' opprest. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgment

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #181b (1786) Topics: Afflictions gentle; Afflictions gentle First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath: His anger like a rising wind Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #181a (1790) Topics: Afflictions gentle; Afflictions gentle First Line: Oh bless the Lord, my soul! Lyrics: 1 Oh bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favours are divine. 2 Oh bless the Lord, my soul; Nor let his mercies lie, Forgotten in unthankfulness; And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain, 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes the young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd from the grave; He that redeem'd my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save. 5 He fills the poor with good; He gives the sufferers rest; The Lord hath judgements for the proud, And justice for th' opprest. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgment

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #181b (1790) Topics: Afflictions gentle; Afflictions gentle First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are rais'd Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with every breath: His anger like a rising wind Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower! If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 8 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

God's universal Dominion; or, Angels praise the Lord

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #182 (1786) Topics: Afflictions gentle; Afflictions gentle First Line: The Lord, the sovereign King Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign King, Hath fix'd his throne on high, O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. 2 Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. 3 Let the bright hosts, who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing. 4 While all his wondrous works, Through his vast kingdom, shew, Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shall sing his graces too. Scripture: Psalm 103:19-22 Languages: English