Instance Results

Switch back to the old search page.Advanced Search

Showing 41 - 50 of 781Results Per Page: 10 20 50

Psalm 33 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.75 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation First Line: Ye holy souls, in God rejoice Lyrics: Ye holy souls, in God rejoice, Your Maker's praise becomes your voice; Great is your theme, your songs be new: Sing of his name, his word, his ways, His works of nature and of grace, How wise and holy, just and true! Justice and truth he ever loves, And the whole earth his goodness proves, His word the heav'nly arches spread: How wide they shine from north to south! And by the spirit of his mouth Were all the starry armies made. He gathers the wide-flowing seas (Those wat'ry treasures know their place) In the vast storehouse of the deep: He spake, and gave all nature birth; And fires, and seas, and heav'n, and earth, His everlasting orders keep. Let mortals tremble and adore A God of such resistless power, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage: Vain are your thoughts, and weak your hands; But his eternal counsel stands, And rules the world from age to age. Scripture: Psalm 33 Languages: English

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: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation 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

God's Wonders of Creation, Providence, Redemption of Israel, and Salvation of his People

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #251 (1740) Topics: Creation and Providence First Line: Give Thanks to GOD, the sov'reign Lord Lyrics: 1 Give Thanks to GOD the sov'reign Lord; His Mercies still endure; And be the King of kings ador'd; His Truth is ever sure. 2 What Wonders hath his Wisdom done! How mighty is his Hand! Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, he fram'd alone; How wide is his Command! 3 The Sun supplies the Day with Light; How bright his Counsels shine! The Moon and Stars adorn the Night; His Works are all divine. 4 [He struck the Sons of Egypt dead; How dreadful is his Rod! And thence with Joy his People led; How gracious is our GOD! 5 He cleft the swelling Sea in two; His Arm is great in Might; And gave the Tribes a Passage through; His Pow'r and Grace unite. 6 But Pharaoh's Army there he drown'd; How glorious are his Ways! And brought his Saints through desart Ground; Eternal be his Praise! 7 Great Monarchs fell beneath his Hand; Victorious is his Sword; While Isr'el took the promis'd Land; And faithful is his Word.] 8 He saw the Nations dead in Sin; He felt his Pity move: How sad the State the World was in! How boundless was his Love! 9 He sent to save us from our Woe; His Goodness never fails; From Death, and Hell, and every Foe; And still his Grace prevails. 10 Give Thanks to GOD the heav'nly King; His Mercies still endure: Let the whole Earth his Praises sing; His Truth is ever sure. Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English

Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #565 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation Lyrics: Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord, Affection sounds in every word: Lo! thou art fair, my love," he cries, "Not the young doves have sweeter eyes." ["Sweet are thy lips, thy pleasing voice Salutes mine ear with secret joys; No spice so much delights the smell, Nor milk nor honey tastes so well.] "Thou art all fair, my bride, to me, I will behold no spot in thee." What mighty wonders love performs, And puts a comeliness on worms! Defiled and loathsome as we are, He makes us white, and calls us fair; Adorns us with that heav'nly dress, His graces and his righteousness. "My sister and my spouse," he cries, "Bound to my heart by various ties, Thy powerful love my heart detains In strong delight and pleasing chains." He calls me from the leopard's den, From this wild world of beasts and men, To Zion, where his glories are; Not Lebanon is half so fair. Nor dens of prey, nor flowery plains, Nor earthly joys, nor earthly pains, Shall hold my feet or force my stay, When Christ invites my soul away. Scripture: Song of Solomon 4:1-11 Languages: English

We are a garden wall'd around

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #566 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation 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.] Scripture: Song of Solomon 4:12-15 Languages: English

The wondering world enquires to know

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #567 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation 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. Scripture: Song of Solomon 5:9-16 Languages: English

When strangers stand and hear me tell

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #568 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Creation and Providence; God his creation and providence; Praise for creation and providence; Providence and creation 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.] Scripture: Song of Solomon 6:1-3 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; 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

The Glory of God in Creaton and Providence

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #186b (1740) Topics: Praise for creation and providence; Works of creation and providence First Line: My Soul thy great Creator praise 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 on 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. 20 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

Practical Atheism exposed; or, the Being and Attributes of God asserted

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #64b (1786) Topics: Creation and Providence; Creation and Providence First Line: While men grow bold in wicked ways Lyrics: 1 While men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, "Their thoughts believe there's none. 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare, (What e'er their lips profess) God hath no wrath for them to fear, Nor will they seek his grace. 3 What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes! But there's a hastening hour, When they shall see with sore surprise The terrors of thy power. 4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne, Though mountains melt away; Thy judgments are a world unknown, A deep, unfathom'd sea. 5 Above the heavens' created rounds, Thy mercies, Lord, extend; Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds, Where time and nature end. 6 Safety to man thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast; Beneath the shadow of thy wings Thy children chuse to rest. 7 [From thee, when creature-streams run low. And mortal comforts die, Perpetual springs of life shall flow, And raise our pleasures high. 8 Though all created light decay, And death close up our eyes, Thy presence makes eternal day Where clouds can never rise. Scripture: Psalm 36:1-2 Languages: English