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Psalm 107 Part 4

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.237 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Weather First Line: Thy works of glory, mighty Lord Lyrics: Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships. At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonished mount the skies, And sink in gaping graves. [Again they climb the wat'ry hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain. Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with flutt'ring breath; And hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.] Then to the Lord they raise their cries; He bears the loud request, And orders silence through the skies, And lays the floods to rest. Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allayed: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid. 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow. O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English
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Psalm 107 Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.238 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Weather First Line: When God, provoked with daring crimes Lyrics: When God, provoked with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren sand, And dries the rivers from the land. His word can raise the springs again, And make the withered mountains green; Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the desert rise. [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they, He bids th' oppressed and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there. They sow the fields, and trees they plant, Whose yearly fruit supplies their want; Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their wealth increases with their flocks. Thus they are blessed; but if they sin, He lets the heathen nations in; A savage crew invades their lands, Their princes die by barb'rous hands. Their captive sons, exposed to scorn, Wander unpitied and forlorn; The country lies unfenced, untilled, And desolation spreads the field. Yet if the humbled nation mourns, Again his dreadful hand he turns; Again he makes their cities thrive, And bids the dying churches live.] The righteous, with a joyful sense, Admire the works of Providence; And tongues of atheists shall no more Blaspheme the God that saints adore. How few with pious care record These wondrous dealings of the Lord! But wise observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just, and kind. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English
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Psalm 135 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.307 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Weather First Line: Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name Lyrics: Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name, While in his holy courts ye wait, Ye saints, that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; To praise his name is sweet employ: Isr'el he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod He gives his suff'ring servants rest, And will be known th' Almighty God. Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priest, exalt his name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. Scripture: Psalm 135:1-4 Languages: English
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Psalm 135 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.308 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Weather First Line: Great is the Lord, exalted high Lyrics: Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all powers and every throne: Whate'er he please, in earth or sea, Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. At his command the vapors rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind And tempest from his airy store. 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt, through thy stubborn land, When all thy first-born, beasts and men, Fell dead by his avenging hand. What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Isr'el, whom his hand redeemed, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave! His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. Scripture: Psalm 135:5-12 Languages: English
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Psalm 135

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.309 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Weather 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
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Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Weather 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
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Psalm 147 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Weather 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
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Psalm 147

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.334 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Weather 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
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Psalm 148

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.335 (1806) Topics: Weather First Line: Ye tribes of Adam, join Lyrics: Ye tribes of Adam, join With heav'n, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise: Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song. Thou sun with dazzling rays, And moon that rules the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light: His power declare, Ye floods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air. The shining worlds above In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move, By his supreme command: He spake the word, And all their frame From nothing came, To praise the Lord. He moved their mighty wheels In unknown ages past, And each his word fulfils While time and nature last: In diff'rent ways His works proclaim His wondrous name, And speak his praise. Let all the earth-born race, And monsters of the deep The fish that cleave the seas, Or in their bosom sleep; From sea and shore Their tribute pay, And still display Their Maker's power. Ye vapors, hail, and snow, Praise ye th' almighty Lord, And stormy winds that blow, To execute his word: When lightnings shine, Or thunders roar, Let earth adore His hand divine. Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler size, That fruit in plenty bear; Beasts wild and tame, Birds, flies, and worms, In various forms, Exalt his name. Ye kings and judges, fear The Lord, the sovereign King; And while you rule us here, His heav'nly honors sing; Nor let the dream Of power and state Make you forget His power supreme. Virgins and youths, engage To sound his praise divine, While infancy and age Their feebler voices join: Wide as he reigns His name be sung By every tongue In endless strains. Let all the nations fear The God that rules above; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love: While earth and sky Attempt his praise, His saints shall raise His honors high. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English
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Psalm 148 Paraphrased

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.336 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Weather First Line: Loud hallelujahs to the Lord Lyrics: Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell; Let heav'n begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell. The Lord, how absolute he reigns! Let every angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heav'nly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be. High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of shining bliss; Fly through the world, O sun! and tell How dark thy beams compared to his. Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In sounds of dreadful praise declare; And the sweet whisper of his name Fill every gentler breeze of air. Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praise with blazing fire; Let the firm earth and rolling sea In this eternal song conspire. Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill; Valleys, lie low before his eye; And let his praise from every hill Rise tuneful to the neighb'ring sky. Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches and adore: Praise him, ye beasts, in diff'rent strains; The lamb must bleat, the lion roar. Birds, ye must make his praise your theme; Nature demands a song from you; While the dumb fish that cut the stream Leap up, and mean his praises too. Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you sings? O for a shout from old and young, From humble swains and lofty kings! Wide as his vast dominion lies Make the Creator's name be known; Loud as his thunder shout his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word: O may it dwell on every tongue! But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord: From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! Each of his works his name displays But they can ne'er fulfil the praise. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English

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