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Psalm 107 Part 4

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.237 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Colonies Planted First Line: Thy works of glory, mighty Lord Lyrics: Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships. At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonished mount the skies, And sink in gaping graves. [Again they climb the wat'ry hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain. Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with flutt'ring breath; And hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.] Then to the Lord they raise their cries; He bears the loud request, And orders silence through the skies, And lays the floods to rest. Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allayed: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid. 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow. O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Thy works of glory, mighty Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #70 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Colonies Planted Lyrics: Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships. At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonished mount the skies, And sink in gaping graves. [Again they climb the wat'ry hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain. Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with flutt'ring breath; And hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.] Then to the Lord they raise their cries; He bears the loud request, And orders silence through the skies, And lays the floods to rest. Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allayed: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid. 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow. O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.233 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted First Line: Give thanks to God; he reigns above Lyrics: 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. Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record; Isr'el, the nation whom he chose, And rescued from their mighty foes. [When God's almighty arm had broke Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke, They traced the desert, wand'ring round A wild and solitary ground. There they could find no leading road, Nor city for a fixed abode; Nor food, nor fountain, to assuage Their burning thirst or hunger's rage.] In their distress, to God they cried God was their Savior and their Guide; He led their march far wand'ring round, 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground. 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. He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray, He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heav'nly land. O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.234 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted First Line: From age to age exalt his name Lyrics: 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 every good. 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 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. 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. 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. O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.235 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted First Line: Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent Lyrics: Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent, Prepares for his own punishment; What pains, what loathsome maladies, From luxury and lust arise! The drunkard feels his vitals waste, Yet drowns his health to please his taste; Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the dust. The glutton groans, and loathes to eat, His soul abhors delicious meat; Nature, with heavy loads oppressed, Would yield to death to be released. Then how the frighted sinners fly To God for help with earnest cry! He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And saves them from approaching death. No med'cines could effect the cure So quick, so easy, or so sure; The deadly sentence God repeals, He sends his sovereign word, and heals. O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! And let their thankful off'rings prove How they adore their Maker's love Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Part 4

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.236 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted First Line: Would you behold the works of God Lyrics: Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad, Go with the mariners, and trace The unknown regions of the seas. They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favor of the wind; Till God command, and tempests rise That heave the ocean to the skies. Now to the heav'ns they mount amain, Now sink to dreadful deeps again; What strange affrights young sailors feel, And like a stagg'ring drunkard reel! When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry; His mercy hears the loud address, And sends salvation in distress. He bids the winds their wrath assuage, The furious waves forget their rage; 'Tis calm, and sailors smile to see The haven where they wished to be. O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! Let them their private off'rings bring, And in the church his glory sing. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.238 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted First Line: When God, provoked with daring crimes 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. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

When God, provok'd with daring crimes

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CVII.VI (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted Lyrics: 35 When God, provok'd with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren sand, And dries the rivers from the land. 36 His word can raise the springs again, And make the wither'd mountains green, Send show'ry blessings from the skies; And harvests in the desert rise. 37 [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they, He bids th' opprest and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there. 38 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. 39 Thus they are blest: but if they sin, He lets the heathen nations in; A savage crew invades their lands, Their princes die by barb'rous hands. 40 Their captive sons, expos'd to scorn, Wander unpiti'd and forlorn; The country lies unfenc'd, untill'd, And desolation spreads the field. 41 Yet if the humbled nation mourns Again his dreadful hand he turns; Again he makes their cities thrive, And bids the dying churches live.] 42 The righteous with a joyful sense, Admire the works of Providence; And tongues of atheists shall no more, Blaspheme the God that saints adore. 43 How few with pious care record These wond'rous dealings of the Lord But wise observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just and kind. Scripture: Psalm 107:35-43 Languages: English

Would you behold the works of God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #69 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted Lyrics: Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad, Go with the mariners, and trace The unknown regions of the seas. They leave their native shores behind, And seize the favor of the wind; Till God command, and tempests rise That heave the ocean to the skies. Now to the heav'ns they mount amain, Now sink to dreadful deeps again; What strange affrights young sailors feel, And like a stagg'ring drunkard reel! When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry; His mercy hears the loud address, And sends salvation in distress. He bids the winds their wrath assuage, The furious waves forget their rage; 'Tis calm, and sailors smile to see The haven where they wished to be. O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! Let them their private off'rings bring, And in the church his glory sing. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

From age to age exalt his name

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #380 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted Lyrics: 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 every good. 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 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. 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. 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. O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #463 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted Lyrics: Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent, Prepares for his own punishment; What pains, what loathsome maladies, From luxury and lust arise! The drunkard feels his vitals waste, Yet drowns his health to please his taste; Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the dust. The glutton groans, and loathes to eat, His soul abhors delicious meat; Nature, with heavy loads oppressed, Would yield to death to be released. Then how the frighted sinners fly To God for help with earnest cry! He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And saves them from approaching death. No med'cines could effect the cure So quick, so easy, or so sure; The deadly sentence God repeals, He sends his sovereign word, and heals. O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! And let their thankful off'rings prove How they adore their Maker's love Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Give thanks to God; he reigns above

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #473 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted Lyrics: 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. Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record; Isr'el, the nation whom he chose, And rescued from their mighty foes. [When God's almighty arm had broke Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke, They traced the desert, wand'ring round A wild and solitary ground. There they could find no leading road, Nor city for a fixed abode; Nor food, nor fountain, to assuage Their burning thirst or hunger's rage.] In their distress, to God they cried God was their Savior and their Guide; He led their march far wand'ring round, 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground. 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. He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray, He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heav'nly land. O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

When God, provok'd with daring crimes

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #607 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Colonies Planted 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. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

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