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Let Zion in her King rejoice

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLVI.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 46:7-11 Lyrics: 7 Let Zion in her King rejoice, Tho' Tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. 8 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is still our aid; Behold the works his hand has wrought, What desolations he has made. 9 From sea to sea, through all the shores He makes the noise of battle cease; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 10 He breaks the bows, he cuts the spear. Chariots he burns with heav'nly flame; Let earth in silent wonder hear The sound and glory of his name. 11 "Be still, and learn that I am God, I reign exalted o'er the lands, I will be known and fear'd abroad, But still my throne in Zions stands." 12 O Lord of hosts, Almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure and sing, Nor fear the raging pow'rs of hell. Topics: God fights for his Church Languages: English

Oh for a shout of sacred joy

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLVII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 47 Lyrics: 1 Oh for a shout of sacred joy To God the sov’reign King! Let ev’ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus our God ascends on high; His heav’nly guards around Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpets’ joyful sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains; Let all the earth his honours sing; O’er all the earth he reigns. 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge guide the song; Nor mock him with a solemn sound Upon a thoughtless tongue. 5 In Isra'l stood his ancient throne, He lov'd that chosen race; But now he calls the world his own, And heathens taste his grace. 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord’s, There Abraham’s God is known; While pow'rs and princes, shields & swords, Submit before his throne. Topics: Christ ascending and reigning Languages: English

Great is the Lord our God

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLVIII.I (1816) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 48:1-7 Lyrics: 1 Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat. 2 Those temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand? The honours of our native place, And bulwarks of our land. 3 In Zion God is known, A refuge in distress; How bright has his salvation shone, How fair his heav'nly grace? 4 When kings against her join'd, And saw the Lord was there, In wild confusion of the mind They fled with hasty fear. 5 When navies tall and proud Attempt to spoil our peace, He sends his tempest roaring loud, And sinks them in the seas. 6 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen, How well our God secures the fold Where his own sheep have been. 7 In ev'ry new distress We’ll to his house repair, Recall to mind his wond'rous grace, And seek deliv'rance there. Topics: The Church is the Honour and Safety of a Nation Languages: English

Far as thy name is known

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLVIII.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 48:8-13 Lyrics: 8 Far as thy name is known, The world declares thy praise; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, Their songs of honour raise. 9 With joy thy people stand On Zion’s chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 10 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view thy holy ground, And mark the building well. 11 The orders of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows, And make a fair report. 12 How decent and how wise! How glorious to behold! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, And rites adorn'd with gold. 13 The God we worship now Will guide us 'till we die; Will be our God while here below, And ours above the sky. Topics: The Beauty of the Church Languages: English

Why do the proud insult the poor

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.XLIX (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 49 Lyrics: 1 Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have! How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave! 2 They can’t redeem one hour from death With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust. 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round; That flesh so delicately fed, Lies cold, and molders in the ground. 4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, And leaves his glories in the tomb; The saints shall in the morning rise, And find th’oppressor's awful doom. 5 His honours perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood; That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o’er the proud. 6 My Saviour shall my life restore And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God. Topics: The rich Sinner's Death, and Saint's Resurrection Languages: English

When Christ to judgment shall descend

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.L (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 50 Lyrics: 1 When Christ to judgment shall descend, And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2 “Not for the want of bullocks slain Will I the world reprove; Altars and rites, and forms are vain, Without the fire of love. 3 And what have hypocrites to do To bring their sacrifice? They call my statutes just and true, But deal in theft and lies. 4 Could you expect to ’scape my sight, And sin without control; But I shall bring your crimes to light, With anguish in your soul." 5 Consider ye, that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There’s no deliv'rer there. Topics: Judgment of Hypocrites Languages: English

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LI.I (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 51:1-6 Lyrics: 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass The pow'r and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let hy pard'ning love be found! 3 O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offenses pain my eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear? 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Topics: A Penitent Pleading for Pardon Languages: English

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LI.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 51:7-13 Lyrics: 7 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, And born unholy and unclean, Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 8 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we’re defil'd in every part. 9 [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true; O make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] 10 Behold, I fall before thy face; My only refuge is thy grace; No outward forms can make me clean; The leprosy lies deep within. 11 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop-branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. 12 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath pow'r sufficient to atone; Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 13 While guilt disturbs & breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken heart rejoice. Topics: Original and actual sin confessed Languages: English

O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LI.III (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Psalm 51:14-19 Lyrics: 14 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 15 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good spirit ne'er depart Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 16 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight; Thy holy joys, my God restore And guard me that I fall no more. 17 Though I have griev'd thy spirit Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford, And let a wretch come near thy throne To plead the merits of thy Son. 18 A broken heart my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 19 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just, Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye And save the soul condemn'd to die. 20 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 21 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord my strength and righteousness. Topics: The Backslider Restored Languages: English

Why should the mighty make their boast

Hymnal: CHBC1816 #P.LII (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 52 Lyrics: 1 Why should the mighty make their boast, And heav'nly grace despise? In their own arm they put their trust, And fill their mouth with lies. 2 But God in vengeance shall destroy, And drive them from his face; No more shall they his church annoy, Nor find on earth a place. 3 But like a cultur'd olive grow, Drest in immortal green, Thy children blooming in thy love, Amid thy courts are seen. 4 On thine eternal grace, O Lord, Thy saints shall rest secure, And all who trust thy holy word, Shall find salvation sure. Topics: The Disappointment of the Wicked Languages: English