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Praise due to GOD, not to Idols

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #250 (1740) Topics: Weather First Line: Awake, ye Saints: To praise your King Lyrics: 1 Awake, ye Saints: To praise your King, Your sweetest Passions raise, Your pious Pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the Praise. 2 Great is the Lord; and Works unknown Are his divine Employ; But still his Saints are near his Throne, His Treasure and his Joy. 3 Heav'n, Earth, and Sea confess his Hand; He bids the Vapours rise; Lightning and Storm at his Command Sweep through the sounding Skies. 4 All Pow'r that Gods or Kings have claim'd Is found with him alone; But Heathen Gods should ne'er be nam'd Where our Jehovah's known. 5 Which of the Stocks or Stones they trust Can give them Show'rs of Rain? In vain they worship glitt'ring Dust, And pray to Gold in vain. 6 [Their Gods have Tongues that cannot talk, Such as their Makers gave; Their Feet were ne'er design'd to walk; Nor Hands have Pow'r to save. 7 Blind are their Eyes, their Ears are deaf, Nor hear when Mortals pray; Mortals, that wait for their Relief Are blind and deaf as they.] 8 O Britain! know thy living GOD, Serve him with Faith and Fear; He makes thy Churches his Abode, And claims thine Honours there. Scripture: Psalm 135 Languages: English
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The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #270 (1740) Topics: Weather First Line: Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise Our Hearts and Voices in his Praise; His Nature and his Works invite To make this Duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers Nations to his Name; His Mercy melts the stubborn Soul, And makes the broken Spirit whole. 3 He form'd the Stars, those heav'nly Flames; He counts their Numbers, calls their Names; His Wisdom's vast, and knows no Bound, A Deep where all our Thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his Might; And all his Glories infinite: He crowns the Meek, rewards the Just, And treads the Wicked to the Dust. Pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his Clouds all round the Sky; There he prepares the fruitful Rain, Nor lets the Drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn; And cloaths the smiling Fields with Corn; The Beasts with Food his Hands supply, And the young Ravens when they cry. 7 What is the Creature's Skill or Force, The sprightly Man, the warlike Horse, The nimble Wit, the active Limb? All are too mean Delights for him. 8 But Saints are lovely in his Sight; He views his Children with Delight; He sees their Hope, he knows their Fear, And looks and loves his Image there. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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Summer and Winter: A Song for Great-Britain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #271 (1740) Topics: Weather First Line: O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD Lyrics: 1 O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD, And make his Honours known abroad, He bid the Ocean round thee flow; Not Bars of Brass could guard thee so. 2 Thy Children are secure and blest; Thy Shores have Peace, thy Cities Rest; He feeds thy Sons with finest Wheat, And adds his Blessing to their Meat. 3 Thy changing Seasons he ordains, Thine early and thy latter Rains; His Flakes of Snow like Wool he sends, And thus the springing Corn defends. 4 With hoary Frost he strews the Ground; His Hail descends with clatt'ring Sound: Where is the Man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful Cold? 5 He bids the Southern Breezes blow; The Ice dissolve, the Waters flow; But he hath nobler Works and Ways To call the Britons to his Praise. 6 To all the Isle his Laws are shown, His Gospel through the Nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his Word To ev'ry Land: Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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The Seasons of the Year

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #272 (1740) Topics: Weather First Line: With Songs and Honours sounding loud Lyrics: 1 With Songs and Honours sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the Heav'ns he spreads his Cloud, And Waters veil the Sky. 2 He sends his Show'rs of Blessings down To chear the Plains below; He makes the Grass the Mountains crown, And Corn in Vallies grow. 3 He gives the grazing Ox his Meat, He hears the Ravens cry; But Man who tastes his finest Wheat, Should raise his Honours high. 4 His steady Counsels change the Face Of the declining Year; He bids the Sun cut short his Race, And wint'ry Days appear. 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the Ground; The liquid Streams forbear to flow, In icy Fetters bound. 6 When from the dreadful Stores on high He pours the rattling Hail, The Wretch that dares this GOD defy Shall find his Courage fail. 7 He sends his Word, and melts the Snow, The Fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer Gales to blow, And bids the Spring return. 8 The changing Wind, the flying Cloud, Obey his mighty Word; With Songs and Honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sov'reign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:7-9 Languages: English
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Praise to GOD from all Creatures

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #273 (1740) Topics: Weather First Line: Ye Tribes of Adam, join Lyrics: 1 Ye Tribes of Adam, join With Heav'n, and Earth, and Seas, And offer Notes divine To your Creator's Praise. Ye holy Throng Of Angels bright, In Worlds of Light, Begin the Song. 2 Thou Sun with dazzling Rays, And Moon that rules the Night, Shine to your Maker's Praise, With Stars of twinkling Light. His Pow'r declare, Ye Floods on high, And Clouds that fly In empty Air. 3 The shining Worlds above In glorious Order stand, Or in swift Courses move, By his supreme Command. He spake the Word, And all their Frame From nothing came, To praise the Lord. 4 He mov'd their mighty Wheels In unknown Ages past, And each his Word fulfils While Time and Nature last, In diff'rent Ways His Works proclaim His wond'rous Name, And speak his Praise. Pause. 5 Let all the Earth-born Race, And Monsters of the Deep The Fish that cleave the Seas, Or in their Bosom sleep; From Sea and Shore Their Tribute pay, And still display Their Maker's Pow'r. 6 Ye Vapours, Hail, and Snow, Praise ye th' Almighty Lord, And stormy Winds that blow, To execute his Word. When Lightnings shine, Or Thunders roar, Let Earth adore His Hand divine. 7 Yet Mountains near the Skies, With lofty Cedars there, And Trees of humbler Size, That Fruit in Plenty bear; Beasts wild and tame, Birds, Flies, and Worms, In various Forms, Exalt his Name. 8 Ye Kings and Judges, fear The Lord, the sov'reign King; And while you rule us here, His heav'nly Honours sing; Nor let the dream Of Pow'r and State Make you forget His Pow'r supreme. 9 Virgins and Youth engage To sound his Praise divine, While Infancy and Age Their feebler Voices join: Wide as he reigns His Name be sung By ev'ry Tongue In endless Strains. 10 Let all the Nations fear The GOD that rules above; He brings his People near, And makes them taste his Love. While earth and Sky Attempt his Praise, His Saints shall raise His Honours high. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English
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Universal praise to GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #275 (1740) Topics: Weather First Line: Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord Lyrics: 1 Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant Worlds where Creatures dwell; Let Heav'n begin the solemn Word, And sound it dreadful down to Hell. 2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns! Let ev'ry Angel bend the Knee; Sing of his Love in heav'nly Strains, And speak how fierce his Terrors be. 3 High on a Throne his Glories dwell, An awful Throne of shining Bliss; Fly through the World, O Sun, and tell How dark thy Beams compar'd to his. 4 Awake ye Tempests, and his Fame In Sounds of dreadful Praise declare; And the sweet Whisper of his Name Fill ev'ry gentler Breeze of Air. 5 Let Clouds, and Winds, and Waves agree To join their Praise with blazing Fire; Let the firm Earth and rolling sea In this eternal song conspire. 6 Ye flow'ry Plains, proclaim his Skill; Vallies lie low before his Eye; And let his Praise from ev'ry Hill Rise tuneful to the neighb'ring Sky. 7 Ye stubborn Oaks, and stately Pines, Bend your high Branches and adore: Praise him, ye Beasts, in diff'rent Strains; The Lamb must bleat, the Lion roar. 8 Birds, ye must make his Praise your Theme, Nature demands a Song from you; While the dumb Fish that cut the Stream Leap up, and mean his Praises too. 9 Mortals, can you refrain your Tongue, When Nature all around you sings? O for a Shout from Old and Young, From humble swains and lofty Kings! 10 Wide as his vast Dominion lies Make the Creator's Name be known; Loud as his Thunder shout his Praise, And sound it lofty as his Throne. 11 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious Word, O may it dwell on ev'ry Tongue! But Saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest Song. 12 Speak of the Wonders of that Love Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry Chord: From all below, and all above, Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English
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Universal Praise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #277 (1740) Topics: Weather First Line: Let ev'ry Creature join Lyrics: 1 Let ev'ry Creature join To praise th' eternal GOD; Ye heav'nly Hosts the Song begin, And sound his Name abroad. 2 Thou Sun with golden Beams, And Moon with paler Rays; Ye starry Lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's Praise. 3 He built those Worlds above, And fix'd their wond'rous Frame; By his Command they stand or move, And ever speak his Name. 4 Ye Vapours, when ye rise, Or fall in Show'rs of Snow; Ye Thunders, murm'ring round the Skies, His Pow'r and glory show. 5 Wind, Hail, and flashing Fire, Agree to praise the Lord, When ye in dreadful storms conspire To execute his Word. 6 By all his Works above His Honours be exprest; But Saints that taste his saving Love Should sing his Praises best. Pause I. 7 Let Earth and Ocean know They owe their Maker Praise; Praise him, ye wat'ry Worlds below, And Monsters of the Seas. 8 From Mountains near the Sky Let his high Praise resound, From humble Shrubs and Cedars high, And Vales and Fields around. 9 Ye Lions of the Wood, And tamer Beasts that graze, Ye live upon his daily Food, And he expects your Praise. 10 Ye Birds of lofty Wing, On high his Praises bear; Or sit on flow'ry Boughs, and sing Your Maker's Glory there. 11 Ye creeping Ants and Worms, His various Wisdom show, And Flies in all your shining Swarms, Praise him that drest you so. 12 By all the Earth-born Race His Honours be exprest, But Saints, that know his heav'nly Grace Should learn to praise him best. Pause II. 13 Monarchs of wide Command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges, adore that sov'reign Hand Whence all your Honours spring. 14 Let vig'rous Youth engage To sound his Praises high: While growing Babes, and with'ring Age, Their feebler Voices try. 15 United Zeal be shown His wond'rous Fame to raise; GOD is the Lord; His Name alone Deserves our endless Praise. 16 Let Nature join with Art, And all pronounce him blest; But Saints, that dwell so near his Heart, Should sing his Praises best. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English
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Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #280 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Weather Lyrics: Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n, And make their empty boast Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust! Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; None but a living power unites To Christ the living head. 'Tis faith that changes all the heart; 'Tis faith tbat works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial power; This is the grace that shall prevail In the decisive hour. [Faith must obey her Father's will, As well as trust his grace; A pard'ning God is jealous still For his own holiness.] When from the curse he sets us free, He makes our natures clean; Nor would he send his Son to be The minister of sin. [His Spirit purifies our frame, And seals our peace with God; Jesus and his salvation came By water and by blood.] Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English
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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: Weather 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
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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: Weather 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

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