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The All-seeing God

Hymnal: DSC1700 #IX (1827) First Line: Almighty God, thy piercing eye Lyrics: Almighty God, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie All open to thy sight. There’s not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ, Against the judgment day. And must the crimes which we have done Be read and published there; Be all exposed before the sun, While men and angels hear! Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains Which my Redeemer felt; And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt. O may I now for ever fear T’ indulge a sinful thought; Since the great God can see and hear, And writes down every fault. Languages: English

An Evening Song

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XXV (1827) First Line: And now another day is gone Lyrics: And now another day is gone, I’ll sing my Maker’s praise; My comforts every hour make known His providence and grace. But how my childhood runs to waste! My sins, how great their sum! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep, Let angels guard my head; And, through the hours of darknes, keep Their watch around my bed. With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since thou wilt not remove; And in the morning let me rise, Rejoicing in thy love. Languages: English

Against Swearing and taking God's Name in vain

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XIX (1827) First Line: Angels, that high in glory dwell Lyrics: Angels, that high in glory dwell, Adore thy name, Almighty God; And devils tremble, down in hell, Beneath the terrors of thy rod. And yet, how wicked children dare Abuse thy dreadful, glorious name! And, when they’re angry, how they swear, And curse their fellows, and blaspheme. How will they stand before thy face, Who treated thee with such disdain; While thou shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fire and pain! Then, never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be given; But I will praise thee here, and hope Thus to employ my tongue in heaven. My heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above: ’Tis that great God, whose power I fear, That heavenly Father, whom I love. If my companions grow profane, I’ll leave their friendship, when I hear Young sinners take thy name in vain, And learn to curse, and learn to swear. Languages: English

Praise to God for our Redemtion by Jesus Christ

Hymnal: DSC1700 #III (1827) First Line: Blest be the goodness and the power Lyrics: Blest be the goodness and the power, The wisdom and the grace, Which joined in counsel to restore, And save a ruined race. Our father ate forbidden fruit, And from his glory fell; And we, his children, thus were brought to death, and near to hell. Blest be the Lord, who sent his Son, His mercy to display; To make his glorious Gospel known, And point to heaven the way. Freely he died for us, that we Might live in bliss above; And there enjoy, eternally, The blessings of his love. Behold him rising from the grave, Behold him raised on high; He pleads his merits there, to save Transgressors doomed to die. There on a glorious throne he reigns, And by his power divine, Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan and of sin. Thence Jesus will to judgment come, And with a sovereign voice Will call, and break up every tomb, While waking saints rejoice. O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge's face; And with the blest assembly there Sing God's redeeming grace! Languages: English

Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land

Hymnal: DSC1700 #V (1827) First Line: Great God, to thee my voice I raise Lyrics: Great God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest hours belong: I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song. ’Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe That I was born on Christian ground; Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound. I would not change my native land For rich Peru, with all her gold; A nobler prize lies in my hand Than East or Western Indies hold. How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reign; They know no heaven, they fear no hell, Those endless joys, those endless pains. Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hopes and my desire; While all the preachers of thy word Teach me thy goodness to admire. Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since thou hast marked my way to heaven; Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings thou hast given. Languages: English

The Excellency of the Bible

Hymnal: DSC1700 #VII (1827) First Line: Great God, with wonder and with praise Lyrics: Great God, with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look; But still thy wisdom, power, and grace Shine brighter in thy book. The stars, which in their courses roll, Have much instruction given; But thy good word informs my soul How I may climb to heaven. The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy word. Here are my choicest treasures hid, Here my best comfort lies, Here my desires are satisfied, And hence my hopes arise. Lord, make me understand thy law: Show what my faults have been; And from the Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. Here would I learn how Christ has died, To save my soul from hell; Not all the books on earth beside Such heavenly wonders tell. Then let me love my Bible more; And take a fresh delight By day to read these wonders o’er, And meditate by night. Languages: English

The Advantages of Early Religion

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XII (1827) First Line: Happy the child whose early years Lyrics: Happy the child whose early years Receive instruction well; Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears The road which leads to hell. When we devote our youth to God, 'Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. ’Tis easier work, if we begin To fear the Lord betimes; While sinners, that grow old in sin Are hardened in their crimes. 'Twill save us from a thousand snares, To mind religion young; Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong. To thee, Almighty God, to thee Our hearts we now resign' ’Twill please us to look back and see, That all our lives were thine. Let the sweet work of prayer and praise Employ our youngest breath' Thus I'm prepared for longer days, Or fit for early death. Languages: English

Heaven

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XXXIV (1827) First Line: High in yonder realms of light Lyrics: High, in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love. ‘Mid the chorus of the skies, ‘Mid th’ angelic lyres above Hark, their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love. Every tear is wiped away, Sighs no more shall heave the breast; Night is lost in endless day; Sorrow--in eternal rest! Languages: English

Against Idleness and Mischief

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XX (1827) First Line: How doth the little busy bee Lyrics: How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour; And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! How skillfully she builds her cell, How neat she spreads the wax; And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour, or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give, for every day Some good account at last. Languages: English

Summer Evening

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XXXI (1827) First Line: How fine has the day been! How bright was the sun! Lyrics: How fine has the day been! How bright was the sun! How lovely and joyful the course that he run! Though he rose in a mist, when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain. But now the fair traveller’s come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay, as he sinks to his rest, And foretels a bright rising again. Just such is the Christian. His course he begins Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears. Then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way. But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array. Languages: English