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Hymn 147

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #II.147 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Genesis 1 First Line: Now let a spacious world arise, Lyrics: "Now let a spacious world arise," Said the Creator Lord: At once th' obedient earth and skies Rose at his sovereign word. [Dark was the deep; the waters lay Confused, and drowned the land: He called the light; the new-born day Attends on his command. He bids the clouds ascend on high; The clouds ascend, and bear A wat'ry treasure to the sky, And float on softer air. The liquid element below Was gathered by his hand; The rolling seas together flow, And leave the solid land. With herbs and plants, a flowery birth, The naked globe he crowned, Ere there was rain to bless the earth, Or sun to warm the ground. Then he adorned the upper skies; Behold the sun appears; The moon and stars in order rise To make our months and years. Out of the deep th' almighty King. Did vital beings frame, The painted fowls of every wing, And fish of every name.] He gave the lion and the worm At once their wondrous birth; And grazing beasts of various form Rose from the teeming earth. Adam was framed of equal clay, Though sovereign of the rest Designed for nobler ends than they, With God's own image blest. Thus glorious in the Maker's eye The young creation stood; He saw the building from on high, His word pronounced it good. Lord, while the frame of nature stands, Thy praise shall fill my tongue; But the new world of grace demands A more exalted song. Languages: English

Hymn 107

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.107 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Genesis 3:1 First Line: Deceived by subtle snares of hell Lyrics: Deceived by subtle snares of hell, Adam, our head, our father, fell; When Satan, in the serpent hid, Proposed the fruit that God forbid. Death was the threat'ning: death began To take possession of the man His unborn race received the wound, And heavy curses smote the ground. But Satan found a worse reward; Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord "Let everlasting hatred be Betwixt the woman's seed and thee. "The woman's seed shall be my Son; He shall destroy what thou hast done; Shall break thy head, and only feel Thy malice raging at his heel." He spake; and bid four thousand years Roll on; at length his Son appears; Angels with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth. Lo, by the sons of hell he dies; But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies, He gave their prince a fatal blow, And triumphed o'er the powers below.] Languages: English

Hymn 113

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.113 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Genesis 17:7 First Line: How large the promise, how divine Lyrics: How large the promise, how divine, To Abram and his seed! "I'll be a God to thee and thine, Supplying all their need." The words of his extensive love From age to age endure; The Angel of the cov'nant proves, And seals the blessing sure. Jesus the ancient faith confirms, To our great fathers giv'n; He takes young children to his arms, And calls them heirs of heav'n. Our God, how faithful are his ways! His love endures the same; Nor from the promise of his grace Blots out the children's name. Languages: English

Hymn 121

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.121 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Genesis 17:7 First Line: Thus saith the mercy of the Lord Lyrics: 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." Abram believed the promised grace, And gave his sons to God; But water seals the blessing now, That once was sealed with blood. Thus Lydia sanctified her house, When she received the word; Thus the believing jailer gave His household to the Lord. Thus later saints, eternal King! Thine ancient truth embrace; To thee their infant offspring bring, And humbly claim the grace. Languages: English

Hymn 129

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.129 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Genesis 22:6 First Line: Saints, at your heav'nly Father's word Lyrics: Saints, at your heav'nly Father's word Give up your comforts to the Lord; He shall restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. So Abram with obedient hand Led forth his son at God's command; The wood, the fire, the kiufe, he took, His arm prepared the dreadful stroke. "Abram, forbear!" the angel cried, Thy faith is known, thy love is tried Thy son shall live, and in thy seed Shall the whole earth be blest indeed." Just in the last distressing hour Tie Lord displays deliv'ring power; The mount of dauger is the place Where we shall see surprising grace. Languages: English

Hymn 5

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.5 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Job 1:21 First Line: Naked as from the earth we came Lyrics: Naked as from the earth we came, And crept to life at first, We to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust. The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favors borrowed now, To be repaid anon. 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave; He gives, and, blessed be his name! He takes but what he gave. Peace, all our angry passions, then; Let each rebellious sigh Be silent at his sovereign will, And every murmur die. If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread; And we'll adore the justice too That strikes our comforts dead. Languages: English

Hymn 82

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.82 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Job 4:17-21 First Line: Shall the vile race of flesh and blood Lyrics: Shall the vile race of flesh and blood Contend with their Creator God? Shall mortal worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just than he? Behold, he puts his trust in none Of all the spirits round his throne: Their natures, when compared with his, Are neither holy, just, nor wise. But how much meaner things are they Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay! Touched by the finger of thy wrath, We faint and vanish like the moth. From night to day, from day to night, We die by thousands in thy sight; Buried in dust whole nations lie Like a forgotten vanity. Almighty Power, to thee we bow; How frail are we, how glorious thou! No more the sons of earth shall dare With an eternal God compare. Languages: English

Hymn 83

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.83 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Job 5:6-8 First Line: Not from the dust affliction grows Lyrics: Not from the dust affliction grows, Nor troubles rise by chance; Yet we are born to cares and woes; A sad inheritance! As sparks break out from burning coals, And still are upwards borne So grief is rooted in our souls, And man grows lip to mourn. Yet with my God I leave my cause, And trust his promised grace; He rules me by his well-known laws Of love and righteousness. Not all the pains that e'er I bore Shall spoil my future peace, For death and hell can do no more Than what my Father please. Languages: English

Hymn 86

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.86 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Job 9:2-10 First Line: How should the sons of Adam's race Lyrics: How should the sons of Adam's race Be pure before their God? If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. To vindicate my words and thoughts I'll make no more pretence; Not one of all my thousand faults Can bear a just defence. Strong is his arm, his heart is wise; What vain presumers dare Against their Maker's hand to rise, Or tempt th' unequal war? [Mountains, by his almighty wrath, From their old seats are torn; He shakes the earth from south to north, And all her pillars mourn. He bids the sun forbear to rise, Th' obedient sun forbears; His hand with sackcloth spreads the skies, And seals up all the stars. He walks upon the stormy sea, Flies on the stormy wind; There's none can trace his wondrous way, Or his dark footsteps find.] Languages: English

Hymn 6

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.6 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Job 19:25-27 First Line: Great God, I own thy sentence just Lyrics: Great God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay; I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives; My God, my Savior, comes. The mighty Conqueror shall appear High on a royal seat, And death, the last of all his foes, Lie vanquished at his feet. Though greedy worms devour my skin, And gnaw my wasting flesh, When God shall build my bones again, He clothes them all afresh. Then shall I see thy lovely face With strong immortal eyes; And feast upon thy unknown grace With pleasure and suprise. Languages: English

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