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With Songs and Honours sounding loud

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147c (1766) Topics: Compassion of God 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 147:13-18 Languages: English

Lord, Thou Hast Been Our Dwelling-place

Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #173 (1976) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Compassion of God Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CHRYSOSTOM

Summer and Winter: A Song for Great-Britain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #271 (1740) Topics: Compassion of God 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

The Lord Upholds the Faltering Feet

Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #300 (1976) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Topics: Compassion of God Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English Tune Title: NAZARETH

Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Compassion of God First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Lyrics: 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. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed 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 drowned. 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. 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. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 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. 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

Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #76 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Compassion of God Lyrics: 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. The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. He formed 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 drowned. 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. 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. He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 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. 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

Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147a (1766) Topics: Compassion of God 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

O My Soul, Bless Thou Jehovah

Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #201 (1976) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Compassion of God Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: AUTUMN

The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #270 (1740) Topics: Compassion of God 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

The Seasons of the Year

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #272 (1740) Topics: Compassion of God 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