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We are a garden wall'd around

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #566 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: We are a garden walled around, Chosen and made peculiar ground; A little spot enclosed by grace Out of the world's wide wilderness. Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his springs in Zion flow, To make the young plantation grow. Awake, O, heav'nly wind! and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine! descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Savior God And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here. [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. Our Lord into his garden comes, Well pleased to smell our poor perfumes, And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. "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:" 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 tongues can give.] Topics: God our defence and salvation; God all-sufficient; Works and grace; Creation and Providence; Creatures no trust in them; Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient; God his creation and providence; Grace and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation; Providence in air, earth, and sea Scripture: Song of Solomon 4:12-15 Languages: English

The wondering world enquires to know

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #567 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: The wond'ring world inquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: What are his charms," say they, "above The objects of a mortal love?" Yes! my Beloved, to my sight Shows a sweet mixture, red and white: All human beauties, all divine, In my Beloved meet and shine. White is his soul, from blemish free; Red with the blood he shed for me; The fairest of ten thousand fairs; A sun amongst ten thousand stars. [His head the finest gold excels; There wisdom in perfection dwells, And glory like a crown adorns Those temples once beset with thorns. Compassions in his heart are found, Hard by the signals of his wound: His sacred side no more shall bear The cruel scourge, the piercing spear.] [His hands are fairer to behold Than diamonds set in rings of gold; Those heav'nly hands, that on the tree Were nailed, and torn, and bled for me! Though once he bowed his feeble knees, Loaded with sins and agonies, Now on the throne of his command His legs like marble pillars stand.] [His eyes are majesty and love, The eagle tempered with the dove; No more shall trickling sorrows roll Through those dear windows of his soul. His mouth, that poured out long complaints, Now smiles and cheers his fainting saints His countenance more graceful is Than Lebanon with all its trees.] All over glorious is my Lord Must be beloved, and yet adored; His worth if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too. Topics: God our defence and salvation; God all-sufficient; Works and grace; Creation and Providence; Creatures no trust in them; Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient; God his creation and providence; Grace and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation; Providence in air, earth, and sea Scripture: Song of Solomon 5:9-16 Languages: English

When strangers stand and hear me tell

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #568 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: When strangers stand and hear me tell What beauties in my Savior dwell, Where he is gone they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too. My best Beloved keeps his throne On hills of light, in worlds unknown; But he descends and shows his face In the young gardens of his grace. [In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies show their spotless heads. He has engrossed my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move: I have a mansion in his heart, Nor death nor hell shall make us part.] [He takes my soul ere I'm aware, And shows me where his glories are; No chariot of Amminadib The heav'nly rapture can describe. O may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, Till death shall make my last remove, To dwell for ever with my Love.] Topics: God our defence and salvation; God all-sufficient; Works and grace; Creation and Providence; Creatures no trust in them; Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient; God his creation and providence; Grace and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation; Providence in air, earth, and sea Scripture: Song of Solomon 6:1-3 Languages: English

Now in the galleries of his grace

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #569 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Now in the galleries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he says, "How fair my saints are in my sight! My love how pleasant for delight!" Kind is thy language, sovereign Lord, There's heav'nly grace in every word; From that dear mouth a stream divine Flows sweeter than the choicest wine. Such wondrous love awakes the lip Of saints that were almost asleep, To speak the praises of thy name, And makes our cold affections flame. These are the joys he lets us know In fields and villages below; Gives us a relish of his love, But keeps his noblest feast above. In Paradise, within the gates, A higher entertainment waits Fruits new and old laid up in store, Where we shall feed, but thirst no more. Topics: Fears and doubts suppressed; Prayer heard; God his care of saints; Sins of tongue; Afflictions removed by prayer; Angels guardian; Care of God over his saints; Children instructed; Deliverance by prayer; Deliverance from deep distress; Education religious; Exhortations to peace and holiness; Instruction in piety; Peace and holiness encouraged; Piety instructions therein; Praise for eminent deliverances; Prayer and praise for deliverance; Religious Education; Saints God's care of them; Secret devotion; Tongue governed Scripture: Song of Solomon 7:5-13 Languages: English

Who is this fair one in distress

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #570 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: [Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? And pressed with sorrows and with sins, On her beloved Lord she leans. This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasure of his blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint.] "O let my name engraven stand Both on thy heart and on thy hand; Seal me upon thine arm, and wear That pledge of love for ever there. "Stronger than death thy love is known, Which floods of wrath could never drown; And hell and earth in vain combine To quench a fire so much divine. "But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from thee depart; Then let thy name be well impressed As a fair signet on my breast. "Till thou hast brought me to thy home, Where fears and doubts can never come, Thy count'nance let me often see, And often thou shalt hear from me. "Come, my Beloved, haste away, Cut short the hours of thy delay; Fly like a youthful hart or roe Over the hills where spices grow." Topics: Fears and doubts suppressed; Prayer heard; God his care of saints; Sins of tongue; Afflictions removed by prayer; Angels guardian; Care of God over his saints; Children instructed; Deliverance by prayer; Deliverance from deep distress; Education religious; Exhortations to peace and holiness; Instruction in piety; Peace and holiness encouraged; Piety instructions therein; Praise for eminent deliverances; Prayer and praise for deliverance; Religious Education; Saints God's care of them; Secret devotion; Tongue governed Scripture: Song of Solomon 8:5-7 Languages: English

God of the morning, at whose voice

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #571 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: God of the morning! at whose voice The cheerful sun makes haste to rise, And like a giant doth rejoice To run his journey through the skies. From the fair chambers of the east The circuit of his race begins, And, without weariness or rest, Round the whole earth he flies and shines. O like the sun may I fulfil Th' appointed duties of the day, With ready mind and active will March on and keep my heav'nly way. [But I shall rove and lose the race, If God, my sun, should disappear, And leave me in this world's wild maze, To follow every wand'ring star. Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, Enlight'ning our beclouded eyes; Thy threat'nings just, thy promise sure, Thy gospel makes the simple wise.] Give me thy counsel for my guide, And then receive me to thy bliss; All my desires and hopes beside Are faint and cold compared with this. Topics: Fears and doubts suppressed; Prayer heard; God his care of saints; Sins of tongue; Afflictions removed by prayer; Angels guardian; Care of God over his saints; Children instructed; Deliverance by prayer; Deliverance from deep distress; Education religious; Exhortations to peace and holiness; Instruction in piety; Peace and holiness encouraged; Piety instructions therein; Praise for eminent deliverances; Prayer and praise for deliverance; Religious Education; Saints God's care of them; Secret devotion; Tongue governed Scripture: Psalm 19:5 Languages: English

My God, accept my early vows

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #575 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thine house; And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice. Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead. O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite, and reprove my wand'ring way! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to heav'n for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love. Topics: Morning psalm; Evening psalm; Faithfulness of man; Watchfulness; Devotion daily; Worship daily; Brotherly reproof Scripture: Psalm 141:2-5 Languages: English

Thus far the Lord has led me on

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #577 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Thus far the Lord has led me on, Thus far his power prolongs my days; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head; While well-appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. In vain the sons of earth or hell Tell me a thousand frightful things My God in safety makes me dwell Beneath the shadow of his wings. [Faith in his name forbids my fear; O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear The love and kindness of thy heart. Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.] Topics: Fears and doubts suppressed; Prayer heard; God his care of saints; Sins of tongue; Afflictions removed by prayer; Angels guardian; Care of God over his saints; Children instructed; Deliverance by prayer; Deliverance from deep distress; Education religious; Exhortations to peace and holiness; Instruction in piety; Peace and holiness encouraged; Piety instructions therein; Praise for eminent deliverances; Prayer and praise for deliverance; Religious Education; Saints God's care of them; Secret devotion; Tongue governed Scripture: Psalm 4:8 Languages: English

Must all the charms of nature then

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #591 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Must all the charms of nature, then, So hopeless to salvation prove? Can hell demand, can heav'n condemn, The man whom Jesus deigns to love? The man who sought the ways of truth, Paid friends and neighbors all their due; A modest, sober, lovely youth, And thought he wanted nothing new. But mark the change; thus spake the Lord- "Come, part with earth for heav'n today:" The youth, astonished at the word, In silent sadness went his way. Poor virtues that he boasted so, This test unable to endure; Let Christ, and grace, and glory go, To make his land and money sure! Ah, foolish choice of treasures here! Ah, fatal love of tempting gold! Must this base world be bought so dear? Are life and heav'n so cheaply sold? In vain the charms of nature shine, If this vile passion govern me: Transform my soul, O love divine! And make me part with all for thee. Topics: Punishment and salvation; Saints punished and saved; Sin and chastisement of saints; Conversion of Jews and Gentiles; Covenent of grace unchangeable; Love of God unchangeable; Communion with saints; Israel punished and pardoned; Saints conducted to heaven; Saints punished and pardoned Scripture: Mark 10:21 Languages: English

Now in the heat of youthful blood

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #592 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Now in the heat of youthful blood Remember your Creator God: Behold, the months come hast'ning on, When you shall say, "My joys are gone!" Behold, the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead, With endless curses on his head. The dust returns to dust again; The soul, in agonies of pain, Ascends to God, not there to dwell, But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. Eternal King! I fear thy name; Teach me to know how frail I am; And when my soul must hence remove, Give me a mansion in thy love. Topics: Devotion on a sick bed; Health prayed for; Sick-Bed Devotion; Tongue governed; Afflictions submission to them; Funeral psalm; Humility and submission; Man his vanity as mortal; Mortality of man; Patience under afflictions; Pleading without repining; Prudence and zeal; Resignation; Submission to sickness; Vanity of man as mortal; Watchfulness over the tongue Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1 Languages: English

Ye sons of Adam, vain and young

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #593 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Ye sons of Adam, vain and young, Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire; Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth, but know There is a day of judgment too. God from on high beholds your thoughts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness you have done Must all appear before the sun. The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror through: How will you stand before his face, Or answer for his injured grace? Almighty God! turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Topics: Health prayed for; Sick-Bed Devotion; Desertion and distress of soul; Confession of sin, repentance, and pardon; Conscience its guilt relieved; Guilt of conscience relieved; Pardon and repentance prayed for; Prayer for repentance and pardon, etc; Repentance and prayer for pardon and strength; Strength repentance, and pardon prayed for Scripture: Ecclesiastes 11:9 Languages: English

In thine own ways, O God of love

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #603 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: In thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace, Our soul's desire is to thy name, And the remembrance of thy face. My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies Before the dawn restore the light. Look, how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God! But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. Hark! the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes; A voice of music to his friends, But threat'ning thunder to his foes. Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of my grace, Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease. My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heav'nly peace around my flock Stretches its soft and shady wings. Topics: Charity and justice; Christian qualifications; Duty to God and man; Faithfulness of man; Good Works; Justice and truth towards men; Poor charity to them; Qualifications of a Christian; Relative duties; Religion and justice; Saints characterized; Saints dwell in heaven Scripture: Isaiah 26:21 Languages: English

Happy the city, where their sons

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #605 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Happy the city where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. Happy the country where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break the peace. Happy the nation thus endowed, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. Topics: Spiritual enemies overcome; Victory over temptations; God his sovereignty and goodness to man; War spiritual; Man his vanity as mortal; Vanity of man as mortal; Nation's prosperity; God great and good; Frailty of man; Life short and feeble; God and condescension; Assistance from God; Blessings of a nation; Grace above riches; Riches compared with grace Scripture: Psalm 144:12-15 Languages: English

When God, provok'd with daring crimes

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #607 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea; Weather; Israel saved from Egypt, and brought to Canaan; Providence recorded; Church restored by prayer; Israel punished and pardoned; Saints conducted to heaven; Saints punished and pardoned; Colonies Planted; Deliverance from shipwreck; Drunkard and glutton; Glutton and drunkard; Intemperance and pardoned; Israel travels in the wilderness; Luxury pardoned; Mariner's psalm; Mercies recorded; Nation's blest and punished; New England psalm; Psalm for gluttons and drunkards; Psalm for mariners; Psalm for New England; Seamen's song; Shipwreck prevented Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Had not the Lord, may Israel say

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #611 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say, Had not the Lord maintained our side, When men, to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide; The swelling tide had stopped our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll, We had been swallowed deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelmed our soul. We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escaped the fatal stroke; So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke. For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare, Who saved us from the murd'ring sword, And made our lives and souls his care. Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who formed the earth and built the skies: He that upholds that wondrous frame Guards his own church with watchful eyes. Topics: National deliverance; November the 5th; Psalm for the 5th of November; Public praise for deliverance Scripture: Psalm 124 Languages: English

Mercy and judgment are my song

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #616 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Mercy and judgment are my song; And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring. If I am raised to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word; Thy justice and thy heav'nly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways. Let wisdom all my actions guide, And let my God with me reside; No wicked thing shall dwell with me Which may provoke thy jealousy. No sons of slander, rage, and strife Shall be companions of my life; The haughty look, the heart of pride, Within my doors shall ne'er abide. [I'll search the land, and raise the just To posts of honor, wealth, and trust; The men that work thy holy will Shall be my friends and fav'rites still.] In vain shall sinners hope to rise By flatt'ring or malicious lies; And while the innocent I guard, The bold offender sha'n't be spared. The impious crew, that factious band, Shall hide their heads or quit the land; And all that break the public rest, Where I have power, shall be suppressed. Scripture: Psalm 101 Languages: English

Among th' assemblies of the great

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #620 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Among th' assemblies of the great A greater Ruler takes his seat; The God of heav'n, as Judge, surveys Those gods on earth, and all their ways. Why will ye, then, frame wicked laws? Or why support th' unrighteous cause? When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more? They know not, Lord, nor will they know; Dark are the ways in which they go; Their name of earthly gods is vain, For they shall fall and die like men. Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son Possess his universal throne, And rule the nations with his rod; He is our Judge, and he our God. Scripture: Psalm 82 Languages: English

Father, I bless thy gentle hand

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #624 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Father, I bless thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forced my conscience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring soul to God! Foolish and vain, I went astray Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord; I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word. 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well. The law that issues from thy mouth Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore. Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy Spirit formed my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous name, And guard me safe from death and sin. Then all that love and fear the Lord At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

He that hath made his refuge God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #627 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: He that hath made his refuge God Shall find a most secure abode, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. Then will I say, "My God, thy power Shall be my fortress and my tower; I, that am formed of feeble dust, Make thine almighty arm my trust." Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare; Satan, the fowler, who betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood, Under her feathers, so the Lord Makes his own arm his people's guard. If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life; his wings are spread To shield them with a healthful shade. If vapors with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Isr'el is safe; the poisoned air Grows pure, if Isr'el's God be there. What though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand died, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Passed all the doors of Jacob by. But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. The sword, the pestilence, or fire, Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7 Languages: English

Life is the time to serve the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #635 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Life is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. [Life is the hour that God has giv'n To 'scape from hell and fly to heav'n; The day of grace, and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day.] The living know that they must die, But all the dead forgotten lie; Their mem'ry and their sense is gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. [Their hatred and their love is lost, Their envy buried in the dust; They have no share in all that's done Beneath the circuit of the sun.] Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might pursue; Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. There are no acts of pardon passed In the cold grave, to which we haste; But darkness, death, and long despair, Reign in eternal silence there. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 9:4-6 Languages: English

Awake, my zeal, awake, my love

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #637 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Awake, my zeal; awake, my love, To serve my Savior here below, In works which perfect saints above And holy angels cannot do. Awake, my charity, to feed The hungry soul, and clothe the poor; In heav'n are found no sons of need, There all these duties are no more. Subdue thy passions, O my soul! Maintain the fight, thy work pursue, Daily thy rising sins control, And be thy vict'ries ever new. The land of triumph lies on high, There are no foes t' encounter there; Lord, I would conquer till I die, And finish all the glorious war. Let every flying hour confess I gain thy gospel fresh renown; And when my life and labors cease, May I possess the promised crown! Scripture: Isaiah 38:18-19 Languages: English

Shall the vile race of flesh and blood

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #647 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 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. Scripture: Job 4:17-21 Languages: English

Through every age, eternal God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #648 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne ere heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, Or dust was fashioned to a man; And long thy kingdom shall endure When earth and time shall be no more. But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." [A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream, An empty tale, a morning flower, Cut down and withered in an hour.] [Our age to seventy years is set; How short the time! how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan than live. But O how oft thy wrath appears, And cuts off our expected years! Thy wrath awakes our humble dread; We fear the power that strikes us dead.] Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English

It is the Lord our Saviour's hand

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #649 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: It is the Lord our Savior's hand Weakens our strength amidst the race; Disease and death at his command Arrest us, and cut short our days. Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon? Yet in the midst of death and grief This thought our sorrow should assuage: Our Father and our Savior live; Christ is the same through every age. 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heav'n is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade And all be changed at his command. The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments, shall be laid aside; But still thy throne stands firm on high, Thy church for ever must abide. Before thy face thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; This dying world shall they survive, And the dead saints be raised again. Scripture: Psalm 102:23-28 Languages: English

Why should we start and fear to die?

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #657 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Why should we start, and fear to die What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. O! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed. Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English

Absent from flesh! O blissful thought

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #660 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Absent from flesh! O blissful thought! What unknown joys this moment brings! Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought, From pains, and fears, and all their springs. Absent from flesh! illustrious day! Surprising scene! triumphant stroke That rends the prison of my clay; And I can feel my fetters broke. Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul, Where feet nor wings could never climb, Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll, Measuring the cares and joys of time. I go where God and glory shine, His presence makes eternal day: My all that's mortal I resign, For angels wait and point my way. Scripture: 2 Corinthians 5:8 Languages: English

In vain the wealthy mortals toil

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #667 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: In vain the wealthy mortals toil, And heap their shining dust in vain, Look down and scorn the humble poor, And boast their lofty hills of gain. Their golden cordials cannot ease Their pained hearts or aching heads, Nor fright nor bribe approaching death From glitt'ring roofs and downy beds. The ling'ring, the unwilling soul The dismal summons must obey, And bid a long, a sad farewell To the pale lump of lifeless clay. Thence they are huddled to the grave, Where kings and slaves have equal thrones; Their bones without distinction lie Amongst the heap of meaner bones. Scripture: Job 3:14-15 Languages: English

Remember, Lord, our mortal state

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #671 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Remember, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life! how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death'? Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, "Must death for ever rage and reign? Or hast thou made mankind in vain? "Where is thy promise to the just? Are not thy servants turned to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honor of thy word: Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

Let the seventh angel sound on high

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #676 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Let the seventh angel sound on high, Let shouts be heard through all the sky; Kings of the earth, with glad accord, Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. Almighty God, thy power assume, Who wast, and art, and art to come: Jesus, the Lamb who once was slain, For ever live, for ever reign! The angry nations fret and roar, That they can slay the saints no more On wings of vengeance flies our God, To pay the long arrears of blood. Now must the rising dead appear; Now the decisive sentence hear; Now the dear martyrs of the Lord Receive an infinite reward. Scripture: Revelation 11:15-18 Languages: English

With holy fear and humble song

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #685 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: With holy fear and humble song, The dreadful God our souls adore; Rev'rence and awe become the tongue That speaks the terrors of his power. Far in the deep where darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there. [Eternal plagues, and heavy chains, Tormenting racks, and fiery coals, And darts t' inflict immortal pains, Dyed in the blood of damned souls.] [There Satan, the first sinner, lies, And roars, and bites his iron bands; In vain the rebel strives to rise, Crushed with the weight of both thy hands.] There guilty ghosts of Adam's race Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod Once they could scorn a Savior's grace, But they incensed a dreadful God. Tremble, my soul, and kiss the Son; Sinners, obey the Savior's call; Else your damnation hastens on, And hell gapes wide to wait your fall. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

What happy men, or angels these

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #688 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: "What happy men, or angels, these, That all their robes are spotless white? Whence did this glorious troop arrive At the pure realms of heav'nly light?" From torturing racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came; But nobler blood has washed their robes, Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. Now they approach th' Almighty throne With loud hosannahs night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three One Measure their blest eternity. No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst begone, And spreads the shadow of his wings To screen them from the scorching sun. The Lamb that fills the middle throne Shall shed around his milder beams; There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. Thus shall their mighty bliss renew Through the vast round of endless years; And the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds and wipes their tears. Scripture: Revelation 7:13 Languages: English

To God the Father, God the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHDW1835 #696 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honor, praise, and glory giv'n, By all on earth, and all in heav'n. Languages: English

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