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Psalm 33 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.76 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 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 First Line: O happy nation, where the Lord Lyrics: O happy nation, where the Lord Reveals the treasure of his word, And builds his church, his earthly throne! His eye the heathen world surveys, He formed their hearts, he knows their ways; But God their Maker is unknown. Let kings rely upon their host, And of his strength the champion boast; In vain they boast, in vain rely; In vain we trust the brutal force, Or speed, or courage, of a horse, To guard his rider or to fly. The eye of thy compassion, Lord, Doth more secure defence afford When death or dangers threat'ning stand: Thy watchful eye preserves the just, Who make thy name their fear and trust, When wars or famine waste the land. In sickness, or the bloody field, Thou our physician, thou our shield, Send us salvation from thy throne: We wait to see thy goodness shine; Let us rejoice in help divine, For all our hope is God alone. Scripture: Psalm 33 Languages: English

Psalm 104

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.229 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 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 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? Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; Grace and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Attributes of God; God his being, attributes, and providence; God His perfections; Perfections of God; Providence and grace; Blessings of the country; Praise for rain; Rain from heaven; Seasons of the year; Weather; Psalm for Great Britain; God great and good; Praise for temporal blessings; Compassion of God; Works of creation and providence; Blessings of a nation; Britain's happiness; Spring and winter; Summer and winter; Winter and summer First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Lyrics: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds all round the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him. But saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks, and loves his image there. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Psalm 147 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; Grace and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Attributes of God; God his being, attributes, and providence; God His perfections; Perfections of God; Providence and grace; Blessings of the country; Praise for rain; Rain from heaven; Seasons of the year; Weather; Psalm for Great Britain; God great and good; Praise for temporal blessings; Compassion of God; Works of creation and providence; Blessings of a nation; Britain's happiness; Spring and winter; Summer and winter; Winter and summer First Line: O Britain, praise thy mighty God Lyrics: O Britain, praise thy mighty God, And make his honors known abroad, He bid the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so. Thy children are secure and blest; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest; He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat. Thy changing seasons he ordains, Thine early and thy latter rains; His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clatt'ring sound: Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold? He bids the southern breezes blow; The ice dissolves, the waters flow: But he hath nobler works and ways To call the Britons to his praise. To all the isle his laws are shown, His gospel through the nation known; He hath not thus revealed his word To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Psalm 147

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.334 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Children praising God; Creation and Providence; Grace and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Attributes of God; God his being, attributes, and providence; God His perfections; Perfections of God; Providence and grace; Blessings of the country; Praise for rain; Rain from heaven; Seasons of the year; Weather; Psalm for Great Britain; God great and good; Praise for temporal blessings; Compassion of God; Works of creation and providence; Blessings of a nation; Britain's happiness; Spring and winter; Summer and winter; Winter and summer First Line: With songs and honors sounding loud Lyrics: With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven's cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:7-9 Languages: English

Sing to the Lord that built the Skies

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.XIII (1766) Topics: Creation and Preservation of this World; Dissolution of the World; Hevenly joy on Earth Lyrics: 1 Sing to the Lord that built the Skies, The Lord that rear'd this stately Frame; Let all the Nations sound his Praise, And Lands unknown repeat his Name. 2 He form'd the Seas, and form'd the Hills, Made ev'ry Drop, and ev'ry Dust, Nature and Time, with all their Wheels, And push'd them into Motion first. 3 Now, from his high imperial Throne, He looks far down upon the Spheres; He bids the shining Orbs roll on, And round he turns our hasty Years. 4 Thus shall this moving Engine last Till all his Saints are gathered in; Then for the Trumpets dreadful Blast To shake it all to Dust again! 5 Yet when the Sound shall tear the Skies, And Lightning burn the Globe below, Saints, you may lift your joyful Eyes, There's a new Heav'n and Earth for you. Languages: English

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #76 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; Grace and providence; Providence in air, earth, and sea; Attributes of God; God his being, attributes, and providence; God His perfections; Perfections of God; Providence and grace; Blessings of the country; Praise for rain; Rain from heaven; Seasons of the year; Weather; Psalm for Great Britain; God great and good; Praise for temporal blessings; Compassion of God; Works of creation and providence; Blessings of a nation; Britain's happiness; Spring and winter; Summer and winter; Winter and summer Lyrics: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds all round the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him. But saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks, and loves his image there. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

My Soul thy great Creator praise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P104 (1766) Topics: God his Creation and Provdence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence in Air, Earth and Sea; Works of creation and providence Lyrics: 1 My Soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial Rays, He in full Majesty appears, And, like a Robe his Glory wears. 2 The Heav'ns are for his Curtains spread, Th' unfathomed Deep he makes his Bed; Clouds are his Chariot when he flies On winged Storms across the Skies. 3 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. 4 The World's Foundations by his Hand Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand; He binds the Ocean in his Chain, Lest it should drown the Earth again. 5 When Earth was cover'd with the Flood, Which high above the Mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the Ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed Bed. 6 The swelling Billows know their Bound, And in their Channels walk their Round; Yet thence convey'd by secret Veins, They spring on Hills, and drench the Plains. 7 He bids the Crystal Fountains flow; And chear the Vallies as they go, Tame Heifers there their Thirst allay, And for the Stream wild Asses bray. 8 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. Pause I 9 GOD from his cloudy Cistern pours On the parch'd Earth enriching Show'rs; The Grove, the Garden, and the Field, A Thousand joyful Blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy Food arise, And gives the Cattle large Supplies; With Herbs for Man, of various Pow'r, To nourish Nature, or to cure. 11 What noble Fruit the Vines produce! The Olive yields a shining Juice; Our Hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous Wine, With inward Joy our Faces shine. 12 O bless his Name, ye Britons, fed With Nature's chief Supporter, Bread: While Bread your vital Strength imparts, Serve him with Vigour in your Hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately Cedar stands Rais'd in the Forest by his Hands: Birds to the Boughs for Shelter fly, And build their Nests secure and high. 14 To craggy Hill ascends the Goat; And at the airy Mountain's Foot The feebler Creatures make their Cell; He gives them Wisdom where to dwell. 15 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. 16 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. 17 Then Man to daily Labour goes: The Night was made for his Repose; Sleep is thy Gift, that sweet Relief From tiresome Toil and wasting Grief. 18 How strange thy Works! how great thy Skill! And ev'ry Land thy Riches fill: Thy Wisdom round the World we see, This spacious Earth is full of Thee. 19 Nor less thy Glories in the Deep, Where Fish in Millions swim and creep, With wond'rous Motions, swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the Paths below. 10 There Ships divide their watry Way, And Flocks of scaly Monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan, And foams and sports in Spite of Man. Pause III 21 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. 22 While each receives his diff'rent Food, Their chearful Looks pronounce it good: Eagles and Bears, and Whales and Worms, Rejoice and praise in diff'rent Forms. 23 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. 24 But 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. 25 His Works, the Wonders of his Might, Are honour'd with his own Delight; How awful are his glorious Ways! The Lord is dreadful in his Praise. 26 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 sov'reign Grace. 27 In Thee my Hopes and Wishes meet, And make my Meditations sweet; Thy Praises shall my Breath employ, Till it expire in endless Joy. 28 While haughty Sinners die accurst, Their Glory bury'd with their Dust, I to my GOD, my heav'nly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Give Thanks to GOD: He reigns above

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P107a (1766) Topics: Church restored by prayer; Colonies Planted; Creation and Providence; Deliverance from shipwreck; Drunkard and Glutton; Intemperance pardoned; Isreal punished and pardoned; Isreal saved from Egypt, and brought to Canaan; Isreal Travels in the Wilderness; Luxury pardoned; Mariners Psalm; Mercies recorded; Nation blest and punished; New-England Psalm; Providence in Air, Earth and Sea; Providence recorded; Saints conducted to heaven; Saints punished and pardoned; Seaman's Song; Weather Lyrics: 1 Give Thanks to GOD; He reigns above, Kind are his Thoughts, his Name is Love; His Mercy Ages past have known, And Ages long to come shall own. 2 Let the Redeemed of the Lord The Wonders of his Grace record; Isr'el, the Nation whom he chose, And rescu'd from their mighty Foes. 3 [When GOD's Almighty Arm had broke Their Fetters and th' Egyptian Yoke, They trac'd the Desart, wand'ring round A wild and solitary Ground! 4 There they could find no leading Road, Nor City for a fix'd Abode; Nor Food nor Fountain to asswage Their burning Thirst or Hunger's Rage.] 5 In their Distress to GOD they cry'd; GOD was their Saviour and their Guide; He led their March far wand'ring round; 'Twas the right Path to Canaan's Ground. 6 Thus when our first Release we gain From Sin's old Yoke, and Satan's Chain, We have this desert World to pass, A dangerous and a tiresome Place. 7 He feeds and clothes us all the Way, He guides our Footsteps, lest we stray; He guards us with a pow'rful Hand, And brings us to the heav'nly Land. 8 O let the Saints with joy record The Truth and Goodness of the Lord! How great his Works! how kind his Ways! Let ev'ry Tongue pronounce his Praise. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

From Age to Age exalt his Name

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P107b (1766) Topics: Church restored by prayer; Colonies Planted; Creation and Providence; Deliverance from shipwreck; Drunkard and Glutton; Intemperance pardoned; Isreal punished and pardoned; Isreal saved from Egypt, and brought to Canaan; Isreal Travels in the Wilderness; Luxury pardoned; Mariners Psalm; Mercies recorded; Nation blest and punished; New-England Psalm; Providence in Air, Earth and Sea; Providence recorded; Saints conducted to heaven; Saints punished and pardoned; Seaman's Song; Weather Lyrics: 1 From Age to Age exalt his Name, GOD and his Grace are still the same; He fills the hungry Soul with Food, And feeds the Poor with ev'ry Good. 2 But if their Hearts rebel and rise Against the GOD that rules the Skies, If they reject his heav'nly Word, And slight the Counsels of the Lord; 3 He'll bring their Spirits to the Ground, And no Deliv'rer shall be found; Laden with Grief they waste their Breath In Darkness and the Shades of Death. 4 Then to the Lord they raise their Cries, He makes the dawning Light arise, And scatters all that dismal Shade That hung so heavy round their Head. 5 He cuts the Bars of Brass in two, And lets the smiling Pris'ners through, Takes off the Load of Guilt and Grief, And gives the lab'ring Soul Relief. 6 O may the Sons of Men record The wond'rous Goodness of the Lord; How great his Works! how kind his Ways! Let ev'ry Tongue pronounce his Praise. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English