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Universal praise to God

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #281 (1787) Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm; Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Loud hallelujahs to the Lord Lyrics: 1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell; Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell. 2 The Lord, how absolute he reigns, Let every angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heavenly 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 every 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 flowery plains, proclaim his skill; Ye vallies sink before his eye; And let his praise from every hill Rise tuneful to the neighbouring sky. 7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches and adore: Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains; The lamb must bleat, the lion roar. 8 Ye birds, his praise must be your theme, Who form'd to song your tuneful voice; While the dumb fish that cut the stream In his protecting care rejoice. 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you sings? Oh 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! Oh may it dwell on every 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 every chord: From all below and all above, Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English

The Church is God 's House and Care

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #238b (1786) Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm; Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name, While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye saints that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; To praise his name is sweet employ: Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th’ oppressor’s rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th’ almighty God. 5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exalt his name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. Scripture: Psalm 135:19-21 Languages: English

The Church is God 's House and Care

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #238b (1790) Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm; Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Praise ye the Lord exalt his name Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord exalt his name, While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye saints that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; To praise his name is sweet employ: Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th’ oppressor’s rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th’ almighty God. 5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exault his name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. Scripture: Psalm 135:1-4 Languages: English

The Church is God 's House and Care

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #254a (1786) Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm; Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name, While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye saints that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; To praise his name is sweet employ: Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th’ oppressor’s rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th’ almighty God. 5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exalt his name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. Scripture: Psalm 135:19-21 Languages: English

The Church is God 's House and Care

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #254a (1787) Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm; Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name, While in his earthly courts ye wait, Ye saints that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate. 2 Praise ye the Lord, the Lord is good; To praise his name is sweet employ: Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th’ oppressor’s rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th’ almighty God. 5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exalt his name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem. Scripture: Psalm 135:19-21 Languages: English

Psalm 148

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.337 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Let every creature join Lyrics: Let every creature join To praise th' eternal God; Ye heav'nly hosts, the song begin, And sound his name abroad. Thou sun with golden beams, And moon with paler rays; Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praise. He built those worlds above, And fixed their wondrous frame; By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his name. Ye vapors, when ye rise, Or fall in showers of snow; Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, His power and glory show. Wind, hail, and flashing fire, Agree to praise the Lord, When ye in dreadful storms conspire To execute his word. By all his works above His honors be expressed; But saints that taste his saving love Should sing his praises best. Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praise; Praise him, ye wat'ry worlds below, And monsters of the seas. From mountains near the sky Let his high praise resound; From humble shrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around. Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beasts that graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he expects your praise. Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praises bear; Or sit on flowery boughs, and sing Your Maker's glory there. Ye creeping ants and worms, His various wisdom show, And flies, in all your shining swarms, Praise him that dressed you so. By all the earth-born race His honors be expressed; But saints, that know his heav'nly grace Should learn to praise him best. Monarchs of wide command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges, adore that sovereign hand Whence all your honors spring. Let vig'rous youth engage To sound his praises high: While growing babes, and with'ring age, Their feebler voices try. United zeal be shown His wondrous fame to raise: God is the Lord; his name alone Deserves our endless praise. 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

Let every creature join

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #54 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm Lyrics: Let every creature join To praise th' eternal God; Ye heav'nly hosts, the song begin, And sound his name abroad. Thou sun with golden beams, And moon with paler rays; Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praise. He built those worlds above, And fixed their wondrous frame; By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his name. Ye vapors, when ye rise, Or fall in showers of snow; Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, His power and glory show. Wind, hail, and flashing fire, Agree to praise the Lord, When ye in dreadful storms conspire To execute his word. By all his works above His honors be expressed; But saints that taste his saving love Should sing his praises best. Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praise; Praise him, ye wat'ry worlds below, And monsters of the seas. From mountains near the sky Let his high praise resound; From humble shrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around. Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beasts that graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he expects your praise. Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praises bear; Or sit on flowery boughs, and sing Your Maker's glory there. Ye creeping ants and worms, His various wisdom show, And flies, in all your shining swarms, Praise him that dressed you so. By all the earth-born race His honors be expressed; But saints, that know his heav'nly grace Should learn to praise him best. Monarchs of wide command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges, adore that sovereign hand Whence all your honors spring. Let vig'rous youth engage To sound his praises high: While growing babes, and with'ring age, Their feebler voices try. United zeal be shown His wondrous fame to raise: God is the Lord; his name alone Deserves our endless praise. 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

Psalm 135 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.308 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Great is the Lord, exalted high Lyrics: Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all powers and every throne: Whate'er he please, in earth or sea, Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. At his command the vapors rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind And tempest from his airy store. 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt, through thy stubborn land, When all thy first-born, beasts and men, Fell dead by his avenging hand. What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Isr'el, whom his hand redeemed, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave! His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. Scripture: Psalm 135:5-12 Languages: English

Psalm 148 Paraphrased

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.336 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm First Line: Loud hallelujahs to the Lord Lyrics: 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. The Lord, how absolute he reigns! Let every angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heav'nly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be. 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 compared to his. Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In sounds of dreadful praise declare; And the sweet whisper of his name Fill every gentler breeze of air. 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. Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill; Valleys, lie low before his eye; And let his praise from every hill Rise tuneful to the neighb'ring sky. 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. 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. 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! 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. Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word: O may it dwell on every tongue! But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord: From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! Each of his works his name displays But they can ne'er fulfil the praise. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English

Loud hallelujahs to the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #53 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Storm and Thunder; Thunder and storm Lyrics: 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. The Lord, how absolute he reigns! Let every angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heav'nly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be. 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 compared to his. Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In sounds of dreadful praise declare; And the sweet whisper of his name Fill every gentler breeze of air. 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. Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill; Valleys, lie low before his eye; And let his praise from every hill Rise tuneful to the neighb'ring sky. 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. 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. 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! 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. Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word: O may it dwell on every tongue! But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord: From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! Each of his works his name displays But they can ne'er fulfil the praise. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English