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Doxology 5

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.344 (1806) Meter: First Line: Now to the great and sacred Three Lyrics: Now to the great and sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit, be Eternal praise and glory giv'n, Through all the worlds where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, And all the saints in earth and heav'n. Languages: English

Psalm 148 Paraphrased

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.336 (1806) Meter: 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. Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm; Creation and Providence; Weather; Works of creation and providence; Creatures praising God; Praise from all creatures Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English

Psalm 146

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.331 (1806) Meter: First Line: I'll praise my Maker with my breath Lyrics: I'll praise my Maker with my breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isr'el's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Topics: Goodness of God; God kind to his people; God goodness and truth; Faithfulness Of God; Trust in the creatures vain; Princes vain; Truth grace, and protection; Afflicted and tempted, supported; Mercies and truth of God; Creatures no trust in them; Souls in separate state; God worthy of all praise Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English

Psalm 113

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.248 (1806) Meter: First Line: Ye that delight to serve the Lord Lyrics: Ye that delight to serve the Lord, The honors of his name record, His sacred name for ever bless; Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams, or setting rays, Let lands and seas his power confess. Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds, Can give his vast dominion bounds, The heav'ns are far below his height: Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Armed with his uncreated might. He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things; His sovereign hand exalts the poor, He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. When childless families despair, He sends the blessing of an heir, To rescue their expiring name; The mother, with a thankful voice, Proclaims his praises and her joys: Let every age advance his fame. Topics: God his sovereignty and goodness to man; God and condescension Scripture: Psalm 113 Languages: English

Psalm 112

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.245 (1806) Meter: First Line: That man is blest who stands in awe Lyrics: That man is blest who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law: His seed on earth shall be renowned; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury, And with successive honors crowned. His lib'ral favors he extends, To some he gives, to others lends; A gen'rous pity fills his mind: Yet what his charity impairs, He saves by prudence in affairs And thus he's just to all mankind. His hands, while they his alms bestowed, His glory's future harvest sowed; The sweet remembrance of the just, Like a green root, revives and bears A train of blessings for his heirs, When dying nature sleeps in dust. Beset with threat'ning dangers round, Unmoved shall he maintain his ground; His conscience holds his courage up: The soul that's filled with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope. [Ill tidings never can surprise His heart that fixed on God relies, Though waves and tempests roar around: Safe on the rock he sits, and sees The shipwreck of his enemies, And all their hope and glory drowned. The wicked shall his triumph see, And gnash their teeth in agony, To find their expectations crossed; They and their envy, pride, and spite, Sink down to everlasting night, And all their names in darkness lost.] Topics: Blessings of a person; Charity and justice; Good Works; Poor charity to them; Charity to the poor; Liberality rewarded; Preservation in public dangers Scripture: Psalm 112 Languages: English

Psalm 104

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.229 (1806) Meter: First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise: Lyrics: My soul, thy great Creator praise: When clothed in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears. The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, The unfathomed deep he makes his bed. Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms across the skies. Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. The world's foundations by his hand Are poised, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. When earth was covered with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thundered, and the ocean fled, Confined to its appointed bed. The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence conveyed by secret veins, They spring on hills and drench the plains. He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the valleys as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parched earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature or to dire. What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheered with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine. O bless his name, ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigor in your hearts. Behold, the stately cedar stands, Raised in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. To craggy hills ascends the goat, And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And, roaring, ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. Then man to daily labor goes; The night was made for his repose; Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see; This spacious earth is full of thee. Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. There ships divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man. Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord; All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands Waiting their portion from thy hands. While each receives his diff'rent food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms, Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms. But when thy face is hid, they mourn, And, dying, to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign; Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine. Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. His works, the wonders of his might, Are honored with his own delight; How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy. While haughty sinners die accursed, Their glory buried with their dust, I to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame An equal honor to his name? Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Spring and summer; Works of creation and providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Psalm 96

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.208 (1806) Meter: First Line: Let all the earth their voices raise Lyrics: Let all the earth their voices raise To sing the choicest psalm of praise, To sing and bless Jehovah's name: His glory let the heathens know, His wonders to the nations show, And all his saving works proclaim. The heathens know thy glory, Lord, The wond'ring nations read thy word, In Britain is Jehovah known: Our worship shall no more be paid To gods which mortal hands have made; Our Maker is our God alone. He framed the globe, he built the sky, He made the shining worlds on high, And reigns complete in glory there: His beams are majesty and light; His beauties, how divinely bright! His temple, how divinely fair! Come the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barb'rous nations fear his name; Then shall the race of man confess The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim. Topics: Signs of Christ's coming; Gentiles owning the true God; God his power and majesty; Conversion of Jews and Gentiles; Jehovah reigns; Christ first and second coming, or his incarnation, kingdom, and judgment Scripture: Psalm 96 Languages: English

Psalm 89 Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.189 (1806) Meter: First Line: Think, mighty God, on feeble man Lyrics: Think, mighty God, on feeble man; How few his hours! how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or power to save? Lord, shall it be for ever said, "The race of man was only made For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?" Are not thy servants day by day Sent to their graves, and turned to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? Hast thou not promised to thy Son And all his seed a heav'nly crown? But flesh and sense indulge despair: For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. For ever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward For all their toil, reproach, and pain: Let all below and all above Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat their loud Amen. Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea; Covenent made with Christ; Covenent of grace unchangeable; Faithfulness Of God; Fears in the worship of God; Frailty of man; God Unchangeable; Gospel joyful sound; Life short and feeble; Love of God unchangeable; Mortality and hope; Psalm for a funeral; Reverence in worship; Unchangeable God; Christ his mediatorial kingdom; Christ God and man; Christ covenant made with him; Christ the true David; God mercy and truth; Mercies and truth of God; Funeral psalm; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Death and the resurrection; Resurrection and death; God his power and majesty; Power and majesty of God; Old age and resurrection; Glory and grace promised; Afflictions without rejection; Angels all subject to Christ; Worship with reverence Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

Psalm 58

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.128 (1806) Meter: First Line: Judges, who rule the world by laws Lyrics: Judges, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th' injured poor before you stands? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners 'scape secure, While gold and greatness bribe your hands? Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too? High in the heav'ns his justice reigns; Yet you invade the rights of God, And send your bold decrees abroad, To bind the conscience in your chains. A poisoned arrow is your tongue, The arrow sharp, the poison strong, And death attends where'er it wounds: You hear no counsels, cries, or tears; So the deaf adder stops her ears Against the power of charming sounds. Break out their teeth, eternal God, Those teeth of lions dyed in blood; And crush the serpents in the dust: As empty chaff when whirlwinds rise Before the sweeping tempest flies, So let their hopes and names be lost. Th' Almighty thunders from the sky, Their grandeur melts, their titles die, As hills of snow dissolve and run, Or snails that perish in their slime, Or births that come before their time, Vain births, that never see the sun. Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to saints afford; And all that hear shall join and say, "Sure there's a God that rules on high, A God that hears his children cry, And will their suff'rings well repay." Topics: Evil magistrates; Magistrates warned Scripture: Psalm 58 Languages: English

Psalm 19

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.46 (1806) Meter: First Line: Great God, the heav'ns' well-ordered frame Lyrics: Great God, the heav'ns' well-ordered frame Declares the glories of thy name: There thy rich works of wonder shine; A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless power and skill divine. From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need. Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journeys of the sun, And every nation knows their voice: The sun, like some young bridegroom dressed, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles and speaks his Maker God All nature joins to show thy praise: Thus God in ev'ry creature shines; Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is thy book of grace. I love the volumes of thy word; What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distressed! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. From the discoveries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw; These are my study and delight: Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace past Appears so pleasing to the sight. Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain. Topics: Lord's Day Morning; Watchfulness; Success of the Gospel; Sincerity; Scripture compared with the book of nature; Nature and Scripture; Knowledge desired; Gospel its glory and success; Book of nature and Scripture; Evidences of sincerity; Morning of a sabbath; Works and grace Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English


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