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Psalm 89 Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.189 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea First Line: Think, mighty God, on feeble man Lyrics: Think, mighty God, on feeble man; How few his hours! how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or power to save? Lord, shall it be for ever said, "The race of man was only made For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?" Are not thy servants day by day Sent to their graves, and turned to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? Hast thou not promised to thy Son And all his seed a heav'nly crown? But flesh and sense indulge despair: For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. For ever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward For all their toil, reproach, and pain: Let all below and all above Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, And each repeat their loud Amen. Scripture: Psalm 89:47-52 Languages: English

Psalm 104

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.229 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea 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

Psalm 107 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.233 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea First Line: Give thanks to God; he reigns above Lyrics: Give thanks to God; he reigns above; Kind are his thoughts, his name is Love; His mercy ages past have known, And ages long to come shall own. Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record; Isr'el, the nation whom he chose, And rescued from their mighty foes. [When God's almighty arm had broke Their fetters and th' Egyptian yoke, They traced the desert, wand'ring round A wild and solitary ground. There they could find no leading road, Nor city for a fixed abode; Nor food, nor fountain, to assuage Their burning thirst or hunger's rage.] In their distress, to God they cried God was their Savior and their Guide; He led their march far wand'ring round, 'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground. Thus, when our first release we gain From sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain, We have this desert world to pass, A dangerous and a tiresome place. He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray, He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heav'nly land. O let the saints with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord! How great his works! how kind his ways! Let every tongue pronounce his praise. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.234 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea First Line: From age to age exalt his name 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

Psalm 107 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.235 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea First Line: Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent Lyrics: Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent, Prepares for his own punishment; What pains, what loathsome maladies, From luxury and lust arise! The drunkard feels his vitals waste, Yet drowns his health to please his taste; Till all his active powers are lost, And fainting life draws near the dust. The glutton groans, and loathes to eat, His soul abhors delicious meat; Nature, with heavy loads oppressed, Would yield to death to be released. Then how the frighted sinners fly To God for help with earnest cry! He hears their groans, prolongs their breath, And saves them from approaching death. No med'cines could effect the cure So quick, so easy, or so sure; The deadly sentence God repeals, He sends his sovereign word, and heals. O may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! And let their thankful off'rings prove How they adore their Maker's love Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Part 4

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.237 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea First Line: Thy works of glory, mighty Lord Lyrics: Thy works of glory, mighty Lord, Thy wonders in the deeps, The sons of courage shall record Who trade in floating ships. At thy command the winds arise, And swell the towering waves; The men astonished mount the skies, And sink in gaping graves. [Again they climb the wat'ry hills, And plunge in deeps again; Each like a tott'ring drunkard reels, And finds his courage vain. Frighted to hear the tempest roar, They pant with flutt'ring breath; And hopeless of the distant shore, Expect immediate death.] Then to the Lord they raise their cries; He bears the loud request, And orders silence through the skies, And lays the floods to rest. Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, And see the storm allayed: Now to their eyes the port appears; There let their vows be paid. 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; Let stupid mortals know That waves are under his command, And all the winds that blow. O that the sons of men would praise The goodness of the Lord! And those that see thy wondrous ways, Thy wondrous love record. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 107 Last Part

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.238 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea First Line: When God, provoked with daring crimes Lyrics: When God, provoked with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times, He turns their fields to barren sand, And dries the rivers from the land. His word can raise the springs again, And make the withered mountains green; Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the desert rise. [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey, Or men as fierce and wild as they, He bids th' oppressed and poor repair, And builds them towns and cities there. They sow the fields, and trees they plant, Whose yearly fruit supplies their want; Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their wealth increases with their flocks. Thus they are blessed; but if they sin, He lets the heathen nations in; A savage crew invades their lands, Their princes die by barb'rous hands. Their captive sons, exposed to scorn, Wander unpitied and forlorn; The country lies unfenced, untilled, And desolation spreads the field. Yet if the humbled nation mourns, Again his dreadful hand he turns; Again he makes their cities thrive, And bids the dying churches live.] The righteous, with a joyful sense, Admire the works of Providence; And tongues of atheists shall no more Blaspheme the God that saints adore. How few with pious care record These wondrous dealings of the Lord! But wise observers still shall find The Lord is holy, just, and kind. Scripture: Psalm 107 Languages: English

Psalm 147 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea 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

Psalm 147 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea 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

Psalm 147

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.334 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Providence in air, earth, and sea First Line: With songs and honors sounding loud Lyrics: With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven's cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honors high. His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. 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. The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:7-9 Languages: English