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How glorious is our heavenly King

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HI (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: How glorious is our heavenly King, Who reigns above the sky! How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty? How great his power is none can tell, Nor think how large his grace; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face. 22 Not angels, that stand round the Lord, Can search his secret will; But they perform his heavenly word, And sing his praises still. Then let me join this holy train, And my first offerings bring: Th’ eternal God will not disdain To hear an infant sing. My heart resolves, my tongue obeys; And angels will rejoice To hear their mighty Maker’s praise Sound from a feeble voice. Languages: English

Happy the child whose youngest years

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #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

How doth the little busy bee

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXX (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! 66 How skillfully she builds her cell! How neat she spreads the wax! And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last. Languages: English

Hosanna to king David’s son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXIII (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Hosanna to king David's son Lyrics: Hosanna to king David’s son, Who reigns on a superior throne! We bless the Prince of heavenly birth, Who brings salvation down to earth. Let every nation, every age, In this delightful work engage; Old men and babes in Sion sing The growing glories of her King! Languages: English

Hosanna to the Prince of Grace

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXIV (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Prince of Grace; Sion, behold thy King! Proclaim the Son of David’s race, And teach the babes to sing. Hosanna to the eternal Word, Who from the Father came; Ascribe salvation to the Lord, With blessings on his Name! Languages: English

Hosanna to the Son

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #HXXXV (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: Hosanna to the Son Of David and of God! Who brought the news of pardon down, And bought it with his blood! To Christ, th’ anointed King, Be endless blessings given: Let the whole earth his glory sing Who made our peace with heaven. Languages: English

How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SIII (1866) Meter: 12.8.12.8 Lyrics: How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower! The glory of April and May: But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day. 100 Yet the Rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field! When its leaves are all dead and fine colours are lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield! So frail is the youth and the beauty of man, Though they bloom and look gay like the Rose; But all our fond care to preserve them is vain, Time kills them as fast as he goes. Then I’ll not be proud of my youth and my beauty, Since both of them wither and fade; But gain a good name by well doing my duty: This will scent like a Rose when I’m dead. Languages: English

How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SVII (1866) Meter: 11.11.11.9 Lyrics: How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun! How lovely and joyful the course that he run; Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair traveller’s come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again. 110 Just such is the Christian. His course he begins Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears! then he breaks out and shines, And travels his heavenly way: But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace; And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days, Of rising in brighter array. Languages: English

Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber!

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Divine and Moral Songs #SVIII (1866) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Lyrics: Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings, without number, Gently falling on thy head. 112 Sleep, my babe! thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment, All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou’rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven he descended, And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay. 113 Blessed Babe! what glorious features,— Spotless fair, divinely bright! Must he dwell with brutal creatures? How could angels bear the sight? Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford, To receive the heavenly stranger? Did they thus affront the Lord? Soft, my child! I did not chide thee, Though my song might sound too hard: ’Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arm shall be thy guard. 114 Yet to read the shameful story. How the Jews received their King, How they served the Lord of Glory, Makes me angry while I sing. See the kinder shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the sky! Where hey sought him, there they found him, With his Virgin–mother by. See the lovely Babe a–dressing: Lovely infant, how he smiled! When he wept, his mother’s blessing Sooth’d and hush’d the holy Child. 115 Lo, he slumbers in a manger, Where the horned oxen fed!— Peace, my darling, here’s no danger: There’s no ox a–near thy bed. ’Twas so save thee, child, from dying, Save my dear from burning flame, Bitter groans and endless crying, That thy blest Redeemer came. May’st thou live to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days, Then go dwell for ever near him: See his face, and sing his praise! 116 I could give thee thousand kisses! Hoping what I most desire, Not a mother’s fondest wishes Can to greater joys aspire! Languages: English

Hosea 6:1-4: Come, let us to the Lord our God

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #R30 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Come, let us to the Lord our God Lyrics: Come, let us to the Lord our God with contrite hearts return; Our God is gracious, nor will leave the desolate to mourn. His voice commands the tempest forth, and stills the stormy wave; And though his arm be strong to smite, ’tis also strong to save. Long hath the night of sorrow reigned; the dawn shall bring us light: God shall appear, and we shall rise with gladness in his sight. Our hearts, if God we seek to know, shall know him, and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, like morning songs his voice. As dew upon the tender herb, diffusing fragrance round; As show’rs that usher in the spring, and cheer the thirsty ground: So shall his presence bless our souls, and shed a joyful light; That hallowed morn shall chase away the sorrows of the night. Scripture: Hosea 6:1-4 Languages: English