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Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Service of Song for Baptist Churches #d597 (1871)

Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Melodies of the Church #d694 (1832) Languages: English

Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Sabbath Hymn Book. Baptist ed. #d702 (1858)

Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praise

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #d726 (1833) Languages: English

Christ's suffering and glory

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.XLIII (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Now for a tune of lofty praise Lyrics: 1 Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son! Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love. 3 [Down to this base, this sinful earth, He came to raise our nature high; He came t' atone almighty wrath; Jesus, the God, was born to die.] 4 [Hell and its lions roar'd around; His precious blood the monsters spilt! While weighty sorrows press'd him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.] 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, Th' almighty Captive pris'ner lay; The almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace; See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of his face! 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes thro' the heav'nly plains! Languages: English

Hymn 43

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.43 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Now for a tune of lofty praise Lyrics: Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son! Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays Tell the loud wonders he hath done. Sing how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love! [Down to this base, this sinful earth, He came to raise our nature high; He came t' atone Almighty wrath; Jesus, the God, was born to die.] [Hell and its lions roared around, His precious blood the monsters spilt; While weighty sorrows pressed him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt.] Deep in the shades of gloomy death Th' almighty Captive pris'ner lay, Th' almighty Captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace; See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet beauties of his face! Amongst a thousand harps and songs, Jesus, the God, exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heav'nly plains. Languages: English

The Sufferings and Glory of the Lamb

Author: Watts Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CXLIII (1792) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Now for a tune of lofty praise Lyrics: 1 Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah's equal Son! Awake my voice in heav'nly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above; How swift and joyful was his flight, On wings of everlasting love. 3 Down to this base, this sinful earth, He came to raise our nature high; He came t' atone Almighty wrath, Jesus, the God, was born to die. 4 Hell and its lions roar'd around, His precious blood the monsters spilt; While weighty sorrows press'd him down, Large as the loads of all our guilt. 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death Th' Almighty captive pris'ner lay; Th' Almighty captive left the earth, And rose to everlasting day. 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace; See what immortal glories sit, Round the sweet beauties of his face. 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs, Jesus the God exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes through the heav'nly plains! Topics: The Sufferings, Agony, and Bloody Sweat, of the Man of Grief: The Word Made Flesh Scripture: Psalm 22:14-15 Languages: English