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Hymn 141

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.141 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Who has believed thy word Lyrics: Who has believed thy word, Or thy salvation known? Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son. The Jews esteemed him here Too mean for their belief; Sorrows his chief acquaintance were, And his companion, grief. They turned their eyes away, And treated him with scorn; But 'twas their grief upon him lay, Their sorrows he has borne. 'Twas for the stubborn Jews, And Gentiles then unknown, The God of justice pleased to bruise His best-beloved Son. "But I'll prolong his days, And make his kingdom stand; My pleasure," saith the God of grace, "Shall prosper in his hand." ["His joyful soul shall see The purchase of his pain And by his knowledge justify The guilty sons of men.] ["Ten thousand captive slaves, Released from death and sin, Shall quit their prisons and their graves And own his power divine.] ["Heav'n shall advance my Son To joys that earth denied; Who saw the follies men had done, And bore their sins, and died."] Scripture: Isaiah 53:1-5 Languages: English

Hymn 142

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.142 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Like sheep we went astray Lyrics: Like sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God, Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way, But all the downward road. How dreadful was the hour When God our wand'rings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour, Upon the Shepherd's head! How glorious was the grace When Christ sustained the stroke His life and blood the Shepherd pays A ransom for the flock. His honor and his breath Were taken both away, Joined with the wicked in his death, And made as vile as they. But God shall raise his head O'er all the sons of men, And make him see a num'rous seed, To recompense his pain. "I'll give him," saith the Lord, A portion with the strong; He shall possess a large reward, And hold his honors long." Scripture: Isaiah 53:6-9 Languages: English

Hymn 14

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.14 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Welcome, sweet day of rest Lyrics: Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit, and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. Languages: English

Hymn 30

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.30 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Come, we that love the Lord Lyrics: Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. [The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.] Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God; But favorites of the heav'nly King May speak their joys abroad. [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas;] This aweful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He shall send down his heav'nly powers To carry us above. There we shall see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in. Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. [The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow.] The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. Languages: English

Hymn 36

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.36 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Well, the Redeemer's gone Lyrics: Well, the Redeemer's gone T' appear before our God; To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne With his atoning blood. No fiery vengeance now, Nor burning wrath comes down If justice calls for sinners' blood, The Savior shows his own. Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves; The Father lays his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and loves. Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honor sing; Jesus the Priest receives our songs, And bears them to the King. [We bow before his face, And sound his glories high: "Hosannah to the God of grace, That lays his thunder by.] "On earth thy mercy reigns, And triumphs all above:" But, Lord, how weak are mortal strains To speak immortal love! [How jarring and how low Are all the notes we sing Sweet Savior, tune our songs anew, And they shall please the King.] Languages: English

Hymn 74

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.74 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Is this the kind return Lyrics: Is this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind! [On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men; But we, more base, more brutish things, Reject his easy reign.] Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mold our souls afresh; Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. Let old ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes, And hourly as new mercies fall Let hourly thanks arise. Languages: English

Hymn 80

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.80 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: O! the almighty Lord! Lyrics: O! the almighty Lord! How matchless is his power! Tremble, O earth, beneath his word, While all the heav'ns adore. Let proud imperious kings Bow low before his throne: Crouch to his feet, ye haughty things, Or he shall tread you down. Above the skies he reigns, And with amazing blows He deals insufferable pains On his rebellious foes. Yet, everlasting God, We love to speak thy praise; Thy sceptre's equal to thy rod, The sceptre of thy grace. The arms of mighty love Defend our Zion well: And heav'nly mercy walls us round From Babylon and hell. Salvation to the King That sits enthroned above! Thus we adore the God of might, And bless the God of love. Languages: English

Hymn 84

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.84 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Come, all harmonious tongues Lyrics: Come, all harmonious tongues, Your noblest music bring; 'Tis Christ the everlasting God, And Christ the man, we sing. Tell how he took our flesh, To take away our guilt; Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That hellish monsters spilt. [Alas! the cruel spear Went deep into his side, And the rich flood of purple gore Their murd'rous weapons dyed.] [The waves of swelling grief Did o'er his bosom roll, And mountains of Almighty wrath Lay heavy on his soul.] Down to the shades of death He bowed his awful head; Yet he arose to live and reign When death itself is dead. No more the bloody spear, The cross and nails no more For hell itself shakes at his name, And all the heav'ns adore. There the Redeemer sits High on the Father's throne; The Father lays his vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son. There his full glories shine With uncreated rays, And bless his saints' and angels' eyes To everlasting days. Languages: English

Hymn 93

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.93 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: My God, my life, my love! Lyrics: My God, my life, my love! To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all. [Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell: 'Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, 'tis hell.] [The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heav'n to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.] [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.] [Not all the harps above Can make a heav'nly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.] Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. Thou art the sea of love Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move, And center of my soul. [To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher.] Scripture: Psalm 73:25 Languages: English

Hymn 104

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.104 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: Raise your triumphant songs Lyrics: Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. Sing how eternal love Its chief Beloved chose, And bid him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes. His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 'Twas mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doomed to die. Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offered peace. Lord, we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy name. Languages: English

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