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Psalm 112

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.247 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Good Works First Line: Happy is he that fears the Lord Lyrics: Happy is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands; Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with lib'ral hands. As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need; So God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed. No evil tidings shall surprise His well-established mind; His soul to God his refuge flies, And leaves his fears behind. In times of general distress Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Honor on earth and joys above Shall be his sure reward. Scripture: Psalm 112 Languages: English
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Psalm 135

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.309 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Works and grace First Line: Awake, ye saints; to praise your King Lyrics: Awake, ye saints; to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise, Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise. Great is the Lord, and works unknown Are his divine employ; But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy. Heav'n, earth, and sea confess his hand; He bids the vapors rise; Lightning and storm at his command Sweep through the sounding skies. All power that gods or kings have claimed Is found with him alone But heathen gods should ne'er be named Where our Jehovah's known. Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain? In vain they worship glitt'ring dust, And pray to gold in vain. [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, Such as their makers gave; Their feet were ne'er designed to walk, Nor hands have power to save. 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.] O Britain, know thy living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes thy churches his abode, And claims thine honors there. Scripture: Psalm 135 Languages: English
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Psalm 136

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.310 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Works and grace First Line: Give thanks to God the sovereign Lord Lyrics: Give thanks to God the sovereign Lord; His mercies still endure; And be the King of kings adored; His truth is ever sure. What wonders hath his wisdom done! How mighty is his hand! Heav'n, earth, and sea, he framed alone; How wide is his command The sun supplies the day with light; How bright his counsels shine! The moon and stars adorn the night; His works are all divine. [He struck the sons of Egypt dead; How dreadful is his rod! And thence with joy his people led; How gracious is our God! He cleft the swelling sea in two; His arm is great in might; And gave the tribes a passage through; His power and grace unite. But Pharaoh's army there he drowned; How glorious are his ways! And brought his saints through desert ground; Eternal be his praise! Great monarchs fell beneath his hand; Victorious is his sword; While Isr'el took the promised land; And faithful is his word.] He saw the nations dead in sin; He felt his pity move: How sad the state the world was in! How boundless was his love! He sent to save us from our woe; His goodness never fails; From death, and hell, and every foe; And still his grace prevails. Give thanks to God the heav'nly King; His mercies still endure: Let the whole earth his praises sing; His truth is ever sure. Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English
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Psalm 136

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.311 (1806) Meter: 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4 Topics: Works and grace First Line: Give thanks to God most high Lyrics: Give thanks to God most high, The universal Lord, The sovereign King of kings; And be his grace adored. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise. How mighty is his hand! What wonders hath he done! He formed the earth and seas, And spread the heav'ns alone. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. His wisdom framed the sun To crown the day with light; The moon and twinkling stars To cheer the darksome night. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise. [He smote the first-born sons, The flower of Egypt, dead; And thence his chosen tribes With joy and glory led. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. His power and lifted rod Cleft the Red Sea in two; And for his people made A wondrous passage through. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise. But cruel Pharaoh there, With all his host, he drowned; And brought his Isr'el safe Through a long desert ground. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. The kings of Canaan fell Beneath his dreadful hand; While his own servants took Possession of their land. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise.] He saw the nations lie All perishing in sin, And pitied the sad state The ruined world was in. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. He sent his only Son To save us from our woe, From Satan, sin, and death, And every hurtful foe. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise. Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heav'nly King; And let the spacious earth His works and glories sing. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English
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Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Works of creation and providence 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
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Psalm 147 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Works of creation and providence First Line: O Britain, praise thy mighty God Lyrics: O Britain, praise thy mighty God, And make his honors known abroad, He bid the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so. 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. 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. 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? He bids the southern breezes blow; The ice dissolves, the waters flow: But he hath nobler works and ways To call the Britons to his praise. To all the isle his laws are shown, His gospel through the nation known; He hath not thus revealed his word To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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Psalm 148

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.335 (1806) Topics: Works of creation and providence First Line: Ye tribes of Adam, join Lyrics: 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. Thou sun with dazzling rays, And moon that rules the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light: His power declare, Ye floods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air. 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. He moved 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 wondrous name, And speak his praise. 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 power. Ye vapors, 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. Ye 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. Ye kings and judges, fear The Lord, the sovereign King; And while you rule us here, His heav'nly honors sing; Nor let the dream Of power and state Make you forget His power supreme. Virgins and youths, engage To sound his praise divine, While infancy and age Their feebler voices join: Wide as he reigns His name be sung By every tongue In endless strains. 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 honors high. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English
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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: Works of creation and providence 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
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Psalm 148

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.337 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Works of creation and providence 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
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Great God! the heav'ns well-order'd frame

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #X (1789) Topics: Creation, Preservation, and temporal Blessings God known by his Works Lyrics: 1 Great God! the heav'n's well-order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name; There thy rich works of wonder shine: A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear, Of boundless pow'r, and skill divine. 2 From night to day from day to night, The dawning and the dying light, Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need. 3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journeys of the sun; All nature joins to shew thy praise: Thus God in every creature shines; Fair is the book of nature's lines, Which shews thy wisdom and thy grace. Languages: English

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