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God is a Spirit just and wise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #333 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Spring and summer; Summer Lyrics: God is a Spirit, just and wise, He sees our inmost mind; In vain to beav'n we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind. Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear; The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found. Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. Scripture: John 4:24 Languages: English

We Are Happy Now Because God Wills It

Author: Samuel Longfellow Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #593 (1912) Topics: Summer First Line: The sweet June days are come again

To praise the ever-bounteous Lord

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #603 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Summer and Harvest Lyrics: 1 To praise the ever-bounteous Lord, My soul, wake all thy powers: He calls, and at his voice come forth The smiling harvest hours. 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps; My tongue, his goodness sing;- Summer and winter know their time, His harvest crowns the spring. 3 Well pleas'd the toiling swains behold The waving yellow crop: With joy they bear the sheaves away, And sow again in hope. 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow The seeds of righteousness: Smile on my soul, and with thy beams The rip'ning harvest bless. 5 Then, in the last great harvest, I Shall reap a glorious crop: The harvest shall be far exceed What I have down in hope.

Eternal Source of every joy

Author: Dr. Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #620 (1917) Topics: Summer Lyrics: 1 Eternal Source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 The flowery spring, at Thy command, Embalms the air, and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts redundant stores; And winters, softened by Thy care, No more a face of horror wear. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid With opening light, and evening shade. 5 Here in Thy house shall incense rise As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes; Still will we make Thy mercies known Around Thy board, and round our own. 6 O may our more harmonious tongue In worlds unknown pursue the song; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more. Languages: English Tune Title: DUKE STREET

To praise the ever-bounteous Lord

Author: Needham Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #782 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Summer and Harvest Lyrics: 1 To praise the ever-bounteous Lord, My soul, wake all thy powers: He calls--and at his voice came forth The smiling harvest hours. 2 His covenant with the earth he keeps: My tongue, his goodness sing: Summer and winter know their time, The harvest crowns the spring. 3 Well please the husbandmen behold The waving, yellow crop; With joy they bear the sheaves away, And sow again in hope. 4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow The seeds of righteousness; Smile on my soul, and with thy beams The ripening harvest bless.

Psalm 104

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.229 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Spring and summer First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise: Lyrics: My soul, thy great Creator praise: When clothed in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears. The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, The unfathomed deep he makes his bed. Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms across the skies. Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. The world's foundations by his hand Are poised, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. When earth was covered with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thundered, and the ocean fled, Confined to its appointed bed. The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence conveyed by secret veins, They spring on hills and drench the plains. He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the valleys as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parched earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature or to dire. What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheered with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine. O bless his name, ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigor in your hearts. Behold, the stately cedar stands, Raised in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. To craggy hills ascends the goat, And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And, roaring, ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. Then man to daily labor goes; The night was made for his repose; Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see; This spacious earth is full of thee. Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. There ships divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man. Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord; All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands Waiting their portion from thy hands. While each receives his diff'rent food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms, Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms. But when thy face is hid, they mourn, And, dying, to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign; Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine. Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. His works, the wonders of his might, Are honored with his own delight; How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy. While haughty sinners die accursed, Their glory buried with their dust, I to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing. Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame An equal honor to his name? Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Let Zion praise the mighty God

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.CXLVII.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Summer and Winter Lyrics: 9 Let Zion praise the mighty God, And make his honours known abroad; For sweet the joy, our songs to raise, And glorious is the work of praise. 10 Our children live secure and blest; Our shores have peace, our cities rest; He feeds our sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessings to their meat. 11 The changing seasons he ordains, The early and the latter rains; His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. 12 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with dreadful sound: His icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold. 13 He bids the warmer breezes blow, The ice dissolves, the waters flow. But he hath nobler works and ways To call his people to his praise. 14 Thro' all our realm his laws are shown, His gospel thro' the nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his word To ev'ry land: Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English