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Hosanna to the King

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #III.XLV (1793) Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Lyrics: Hosanna to the King, Of David's ancient blood; Behold he comes to bring Forgiving grace from God; Let old and young Attend his way, And at his feet Their honours lay. Glory to God on high, Salvation to the Lamb; Let earth and sea, and sky, His wondrous love proclaim. Upon his head Shall honours rest, And ev'ry age Pronounce him blest. Topics: The Hosanna Languages: English

Not ashamed of the gospel

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.CIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: I'm not asham'd to own my Lord Lyrics: 1 I’m not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause, Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 Jesus, my God! I know his name, His name is all my trust, Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost. 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure That I’ve committed to his hands, Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father’s face And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:12 Languages: English

Christ the King at his table

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.LXVI (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: Let him embrace my soul and prove Lyrics: 1 Let him embrace my soul, and prove My int'rest in his heav'nly love; The voice that tells me, "Thou art mine," Exceeds the blessings of the vine. 2 On thee th' anointing Spirit came, And spreads the savour of thy name; That oil of gladness and of grace Draws virgin souls to meet thy face. 3 Jesus, allure me by thy charms; My soul shall fly into thine arms! Our wand'ring feet thy favours bring To the fair chambers of the King. 4 [Wonder and pleasure tune our voice To speak thy praises and our joys; Our mem'ry keeps this love of thine Beyond the taste of richest wine.] 5 Tho' in ourselves deform'd we are, And black as Kedar's tents appear; Yet when we put thy beauties on, Fair as the courts of Solomon. [6 While at his table sits the King, He loves to see us smile and sing; Our graces are our best perfume, And breathe like spikenard round the room.] 7 As myrrh new-bleeding from the tree, Such is a dying Christ to me; And while he makes my soul his guest My bosom, Lord, shall be thy rest. 8 [No beams of cedar or of fir Can with thy courts on earth compare, And here we wait until thy love Raise us to nobler seats above.] Scripture: Song of Solomon 1:2-5 Languages: English

Our frail bodies, and God our preserver

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.XIX (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: Let others boast how strong they be Lyrics: 1 Let others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear; But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone; Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long. 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God that built us first, Salvation to th' Almighty name, That rear'd us from the dust. 5 [He spoke, and straight our hearts and brains in all their motions rose; "Let blood (said he) flow round the veins;" And round the veins it flows. 6 While we have breath, or use or tongues, Our Maker we'll adore; His Spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breath no more.] Languages: English

With God is terrible majesty

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #II.XXII (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: Terrible God, that reign's ton high Lyrics: 1 Terrible God, that reign'st on high, How awful is thy thund'ring hand! Thy fi'ry bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand. 2 This the old rebel angel knew, And satan fell beneath thy frown; Thine arrows struck the traitor thro', And weighty veng'ance sunk him down. 3 This Sodom felt, and feels it still, And roars beneath th' eternal load; "With endless burnings who can dwell, "Or bear the fury of a God!" 4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit, Throw down your arms before his throne; Bend your heads low beneath his feet, Or his strong hand shall crush you down. 5 And ye bless'd saints, that love him too, With rev'rence bow before his name; Thus all his heav'nly servants do: God is a bright and burning flame. Languages: English

Children devoted to God

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.CXXI (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: Thus saith the mercy of the Lord Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the mercy of the Lord, "I'll be a God to thee; "I'll bless thy num'rous race, and they "Shall be a seed for me." 2 Abra'm believ'd the promis'd grace, And gave his son to God; But water seals the blessing now, That once was seal'd with blood. 3 Thus Lydia sanctify'd her house, When she receiv'd the word: Thus the believing jailer gave His household to the Lord. 4 Thus later saints, eternal King! Thine ancient truths embrace; To thee their infant offspring bring, And humbly claim thy grace. Scripture: Genesis 17:7 Languages: English

The church the garden of Christ

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.LXXIV (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: We are a garden wall'd around Lyrics: 1 We are a garden wall'd around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclos'd by grace, Out of the world’s wide wilderness. 2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father’s hand; And all his springs in Sion flow To make the young plantation grow. 3 Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine! descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. 4 Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Saviour-God; And faith, and love, and joy appear, And ev'ry grace be active here. 5 [Let my beloved come and taste His pleasant fruits at his own feast: “I come, my spouse, I come,” he cries, With love, and pleasure in his eyes. 6 Our Lord into his garden comes, Well-pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes; And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. 7 Eat of the tree of life, my friends, "The blessings that my father sends; "Your taste shall all my dainties prove, "And drink abundance of my love.” 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord; But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongue can give.] Scripture: Song of Solomon 4:1 Languages: English

Incomparable food: or, the flesh and blood of Christ

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #III.XVII (1793) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: We sing th' amazing deeds Lyrics: 1 [We sing th' amazing deeds That grace divine performs; Th' eternal God comes down, and bleeds To nourish dying worms. 2 This soul-reviving wine, Dear Saviour, 'tis thy blood; We thank that sacred flesh of thine For this immortal food.] 3 The banquet that we eat Is made of heav'nly things! Earth has no dainties half so sweet As our Redeemer brings. 4 In vain had Adam sought, And search'd his garden round; For there was no such blessed fruit In all that happy ground. 5 Th' angelic host above Can never taste this food; They feast upon their Maker's love, But not a Saviour's blood. 6 On us th' almighty Lord Bestows this matchless grace, And meets us with some cheering word, With pleasure in his face. 7 Come all ye drooping saints, And banquet with the King; This wine will drown your sad complaints, And tune your voice to sing. 8 Salvation to the name Of our adored Christ: Thro' the wide earth his grace proclaim, His glory in the high'st. Languages: English

The humiliation and exaltation of Christ

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: HSS31769 #I.CXLI (1793) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: Who hath believ'd thy word Lyrics: 1 Who hath believ'd thy word, Or thy salvation known? Reveal thine arm, almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son. 2 The Jews esteem'd him here Too mean for their belief: Sorrows his chief acquaintance were, And his companion, grief. 3 They turn'd their eyes away, And treated him with scorn; But 'twas their grief upon him lay, Their sorrows he has borne. 4 'Twas for the stubborn Jews, And Gentiles then unknown, The God of justice pleas'd to bruise His best beloved Son. 5 "But I'll prolong his days, "And make his kingdom stand; "My pleasure (saith the God of Grace) "Shall prosper in his hand. 6 ["His joyful soul shall see "The purchase of his pain "And by his knowledge justify "The guilty sons of men.] 7 ["Ten thousand captive slaves, "Releas'd from death and sin, "Shall quit their prisons and their graves "And own his pow'r divine.] 8 ["Heaven shall advance my Son "To joys that earth deny'd; "Who saw the follies men had done, And bore their sins, and dy'd." Languages: English

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