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Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #SII (1866) Meter: 11.11.8 D Lyrics: Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs Run sporting about by the side of their dams, With fleeces so clean and so white; Or a nest of young doves in a large open cage, When they play all in love, without anger or rage, How much may we learn from the sight. 98 If we had been ducks, we might dabble in mud; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood: So foul and so fierce are their natures; But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. Not a thing that we do, nor a word that we say, Should injure another in jesting or play; For he’s still in earnest that’s hurt: How rude are the boys that throw pebbles and more; There’s none but a madman will fling about fire, And tell you, “‘Tis all but in sport.” Languages: English

Almighty God, thy piercing eye

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HIX (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Almighty God, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie All open to thy sight. There’s not a sin that we commit, Nor wicked word we say, But in thy dreadful book ‘tis writ Against the judgment–day. And must the crimes that I have done Be read and publish’d there; Be all exposed before the sun, While men and angels hear? 44 Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie; Upward I dare not look: Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt; And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt. O may I now for ever fear T’ indulge a sinful thought, Since the great God can see and hear, And writes down ev’ry fault! Languages: English

And now another day is gone

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXVI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: And now another day is gone, I’ll sing my Maker’s praise! My comforts every hour make known His providence and grace. But how my childhood runs to waste My sins how great their sum! Lord, give me pardon for the past, And strength for days to come. I lay my body down to sleep, Let angels guard my head; And, through the hours of darkness, keep Their watch around my bed. With cheerful heart I close mine eyes, Since thou wilt not remove; And in the morning let me rise Rejoicing in thy love. Languages: English

Angels, that high in glory dwell

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXIX (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Angels, that high in glory dwell, Adore thy Name, Almighty God! And devils tremble down in hell, Beneath the terrors of thy rod. 64 And yet how wicked children dare Abuse thy dreadful, glorious Name! And when they’re angry, how they swear, And curse their fellows, and blaspheme! How will they stand before thy face, Who treated thee with such disdain, While thou shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fire and pain? Then never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be given; But I will praise thee here, and hope Thus to employ my tongue in heaven. My heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above: ’Tis that great God whose power I fear, That heavenly Father whom I love. If my companions grow profane, I’ll leave their friendship when I hear Young sinners take thy Name in vain, And learn to curse, and learn to swear. Languages: English

Be you to others kind and true

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXI (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Be you to others kind and true, As you’d have others be to you; And never do nor say to men Whate’er you would not take again. Languages: English

Blest be the wisdom and the power

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HIII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Blest be the wisdom and the power, The justice and the grace, That join’d in counsel to restore And save our ruin’d grace! Our father ate forbidden fruit, And from his glory fell; And we, his children, thus were brought To death, and near to hell. 28 Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son To take our flesh and blood! He for our lives gave up his own, To make our peace with God. He honour’d all his Father’s laws, Which we have disobeyed’d; He bore our sins upon the cross, And our full ransom paid. 29 Behold him rising from the grave; Behold him raised on high: He pleads his merits there, to save Transgressors doom’d to die. There, on a glorious throne, he reigns; And by his power divine Redeems us from the slavish chains Of Satan and of sin. 30 Thence shall the Lord to judgment come; And, with a sovereign voice, Shall call and break up every tomb, While waking saints rejoice. O may I then with joy appear Before the Judge’s face; And, with the blest assembly there, Sing his redeeming grace. Languages: English

Give to the Father praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXXXVIII (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Give to the Father praise, Give glory to the Son, And to the Spirit of his Grace Be equal honour done. Languages: English

Great God, to thee my voice I raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HV (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Great God, to thee my voice I raise, To thee my youngest hours belong: I would begin my life with praise, Till growing years improve the song. ’Tis to thy sovereign grace I owe That I was born on Christian ground; Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, And words of sweet salvation sound. 34 I would not change my native land For rich Peru, with all her gold: A nobler prize lies in my hand Than east or western Indies hold. How do I pity those that dwell Where ignorance and darkness reign! They know no heaven—they fear no hell— That endless joy—that endless pain. Thy glorious promises, O Lord, Kindle my hopes and my desire: While all the preachers of thy word Warn me t’ escape eternal fire. Thy praise shall still employ my breath, Since thou hast mark’d my way to heaven, Nor will I run the road to death, And waste the blessings thou hast given. Languages: English

Great God, with wonder and with praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HVII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Great God, with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look: But still thy wisdom, power, and grace Shine brighter in thy Book. The stars that in their courses roll Have much instruction given; But thy good Word informs my soul How I may climb to heaven. The fields provide me food, and show The goodness of the Lord; But fruits of life and glory grow In thy most holy Word. 38 Here are my choicest treasures hid; Here my best comfort lies; Here my desires are satisfied; And hence my joys arise. Lord, make me understand thy law: Show what my faults have been; And from thy Gospel let me draw Pardon for all my sin. Here would I learn how Christ has died To save my soul from hell: Not all the books on earth beside Such heavenly wonders tell. Then let me love my Bible more; And take a fresh delight By day to read these wonders o’er, And meditate by night. Languages: English

Happy the child whose youngest years

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: DMS #HXII (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Happy the child whose youngest years Receive instructions well; Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears The road that leads to hell. When we devote our youth to God, ’Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offer’d in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. 50 ’Tis easier work if we begin To fear the Lord betimes; While sinners, that grow old in sin, Are harden’d in their crimes. ’Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young: Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong. To thee, Almighty God, to thee Our childhood we resign: ’Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine. Let the sweet work of prayer and praise Employ my youngest breath! Thus I’m prepared for future days, Or fit for early death. Languages: English