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Hymn 127
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.127 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Come hither, all ye weary souls Lyrics:
"Come hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heav'nly home.
"They shall find rest that learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
"Blest is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck
My grace shall make the burden light."
Jesus, we come at thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to thy hand
To mold and guide us at thy will.
Scripture: Matthew 11:28-30 Languages: English
Hymn 127
Hymn 8
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #III.8 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: COME, Jet us join a joyful tune Lyrics:
[COME, Jet us join a joyful tune,
To our exalted Lord,
Ye saints on high around his throne,
And we around his board.
While once upon this lower ground
Weary and faint ye stood,
What dear refreshments here ye found
From this immortal food!]
The tree of life, that near the throne
In heav'n's high garden grows,
Laden with grace, bends gently down
Its ever-smiling boughs.
[Hov'ring amongst the leaves there stands
The sweet celestial Dove;
And Jesus on the branches hangs
The banner of his love.]
['Tis a young heav'n of strange delight
While in his shade we sit;
His fruit is pleasing to the sight,
And to the taste as sweet.
New life it spreads through dying hearts,
And cheers the drooping mind;
Vigor and joy the juice imparts,
Without a sting behind.]
Now let the flaming weapon stand,
And guard all Eden's trees
There's ne'er a plant in all that land
That bears such fruits as these.
Infinite grace our souls adore,
Whose wondrous hand has made
This living branch of sovereign power
To raise and heal the dead.
Languages: English
Hymn 8
Psalm 95
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #Ps.206 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Come, let our voices join to raise Lyrics:
Come, let our voices join to raise
A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a sovereign King, rehearse
His honors in exalted verse.
Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who framed our natures with his word;
He is our Shepherd; we the sheep
His mercy chose, his pastures keep.
Come, let us hear his voice today,
The counsels of his love obey;
Nor let our hardened hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Isr'el knew.
Isr'el, that saw his works of grace,
Yet tempt their Maker to his face;
A faithless, unbelieving brood,
That tired the patience of their God.
Thus saith the Lord: "How false they prove
Forget my power, abuse my love!
Since they despise my rest, I swear,
Their feet shall never enter there."
[Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead;
Attend the offered grace today,
Nor lose the blessing by delay.
Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion's heav'nly gates:
Believe, and take the promised rest;
Obey, and be for ever blest.]
Topics: Delaying sinners warned; Psalm before prayer; Psalm before sermon; Unbelief punished Scripture: Psalm 95:1-3 Languages: English
Psalm 95
Hymn 62
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.62 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Come, let us join our cheerful songs Lyrics:
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
"Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry,
"To be exalted thus:"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us."
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine.
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thine endless praise.
The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Scripture: Revelation 5:11-13 Languages: English
Hymn 62
Hymn 108
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #II.108 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Lyrics:
Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.
Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flame
Our God appeared "consuming fire,"
And Vengeance was his name.
Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood
That calmed his frowning face,
That sprinkled o'er the burning throne,
And turned the wrath to grace.
Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.
The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss
Are opened by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' almighty throne.
To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his fury by.
Languages: English
Hymn 108
Hymn 21
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #III.21 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Come, let us lift our voices high Lyrics:
[Come, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise,
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.
Jesus, the God that fought and bled,
And conquered when he fell;
That rose, and at his chariot-wheels
Dragged all the powers of hell.]
[Jesus, the God, invites us here
To this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.]
The Lord! how glorious is his face!
How kind his smiles appear!
And O! what melting words he says
To every humble ear!
"For you, the children of my love,
It was for you I died;
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And look into my side.
"These are the wounds for you I bore,
The tokens of my pains,
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains.
["Justice unsheathed its fiery sword,
And plunged it in my heart;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,
And most tormenting smart.
"When hell, and all its spiteful powers,
Stood dreadful in my way,
To rescue those dear lives of yours,
I gave my own away.
"But while I bled, and groaned, and died,
I ruined Satan's throne;
High on my cross I hung, and spied
The monster tumbling down.
"Now you must triumph at my feast,
And taste my flesh, my blood;
And live eternal ages blest,
For 'tis immortal food."
Victorious God! what can we pay
For favors so divine?
We would devote our hearts away
To be for ever thine.]
We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues;
But themes so infinite as these
Exceed our noblest songs.
Languages: English
Hymn 21
Psalm 95
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #Ps.205 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Come, sound his praise abroad Lyrics:
Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.
Today attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
But if your ears refuse
The language of his grace,
And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews,
That unbelieving race;
The Lord, in vengeance dressed,
Will lift his hand and swear,
"You that despise my promised rest
Shall have no portion there."
Topics: Delaying sinners warned; Psalm before prayer; Psalm before sermon; Unbelief punished Scripture: Psalm 95 Languages: English
Psalm 95
Hymn 30
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #II.30 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Come, we that love the Lord Lyrics:
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
[The sorrows of the mind
Be banished from the place;
Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less.]
Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But favorites of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
[The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas;]
This aweful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love;
He shall send down his heav'nly powers
To carry us above.
There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.
Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.
[The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.]
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Languages: English
Hymn 30
Psalm 119 Part 14
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #Ps.277 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Consider all my sorrows, Lord Lyrics:
Consider all my sorrows, Lord,
And thy deliv'rance send;
My soul for thy salvation faints
When will my troubles end?
Yet I have found 'tis good for me
To bear my Father's rod;
Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And live upon my God.
This is the comfort I enjoy
When new distress begins-
I read thy word, I run thy way,
And hate my former sins.
Had not thy word been my delight
When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight
Had sunk amongst the dead.
I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Though they may seem severe;
The sharpest suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.
Before I knew thy chast'ning rod
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.
Topics: Afflicted saints happy; Support and comfort in God; Afflictions support and profit Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English
Psalm 119 Part 14
Hymn 72
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PHW #I.72 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Daughters of Zion, come, behold Lyrics:
Daughters of Zion, come, behold
The crown of honor and of gold
Which the glad church, with joys unknown,
Placed on the head of Solomon.
Jesus, thou everlasting King,
Accept the tribute which we bring;
Accept the well-deserved renown,
And wear our praises as thy crown.
Let every act of worship be
Like our espousals, Lord, to thee;
Like the dear hour when from above
We first received thy pledge of love.
The gladness of that happy day,
Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.
Each following minute, as it flies,
Increase thy praise, improve our joys,
Till we are raised to sing thy name
At the great supper of the Lamb.
O that the months would roll away,
And bring that coronation day!
The King of Grace shall fill the throne,
With all his Father's glories on.
Scripture: Song of Solomon 3:11 Languages: English
Hymn 72
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