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Instruction from Scripture

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #212 (1790) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: How shall the young secure their hearts Lyrics: 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? Thy word the choicest rules imparts To keep the conscience clean. 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad, The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day; And through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. 4 The men that keep thy law with care, And meditate thy word, Grow wiser than their teachers are, And better know the Lord. 5 Thy precepts make me truly wise: I hate the sinner's road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, But love thy law, my God. 6 [The starry heavens thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place; And these thy servants night and day Thy skill and power express. 7 But still thy law, and gospel, Lord, Have lessons more divine; Not earth stands firmer than thy word, Nor stars so nobly shine.] 8 Thy word is everlasting truth How pure is every page! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. Scripture: Psalm 119:9 Languages: English

Delight in Scripture; or the Word of God dwelling in us

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.) #213 (1786) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Oh how I love thy holy law Lyrics: 1 Oh how I love thy holy law 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word: My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gospel, Lord. 3 Thy heavenly words my heart engage, And well imploy my tongue, And in my tiresome pilgrimage Yield me a heavenly song. 4 Am I a stranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the taste. 5 No treasures so enrich the mind; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well refin'd, Nor heaps of choicest gold. 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 119:175 Languages: English

Delight in Scripture; or the Word of God dwelling in us

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #213 (1790) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Oh how I love thy holy law Lyrics: 1 Oh how I love thy holy law 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day To meditate thy word: My soul with longing melts away To hear thy gospel, Lord. 3 Thy heavenly words my heart engage, And well imploy my tongue, And in my tiresome pilgrimage Yield me a heavenly song. 4 Am I a stranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast; Not honey dropping from the comb So much allures the take. 5 No treasures so enrich the mind; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well refin'd, Nor heaps of choicest gold. 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace Are pillars to support my hope, And there I write thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 119:127 Languages: English

Holiness and Comfort from the Word

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.) #214a (1786) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Lord, I esteem thy judgments right Lyrics: 1 Lord, I esteem thy judgments right, And all thy statutes just; Thence I maintain a constant fight With every flattering lust. 2 Thy precepts often I survey; I keep thy law in sight, Through all the business of the day, To form my actions right. 3 My heart in midnight silence cries, "How sweet thy comforts be;" My thoughts in holy wonder rise, And bring their thanks to thee. 4 And when my spirit drinks her fill, At some good word of thine, Not mighty men that share the spoil, Have joys compar'd to mine. Scripture: Psalm 119:162 Languages: English

Imperfection of Nature, and Perfection of Scripture

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.) #214b (1786) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Let all the heathen writers join Lyrics: 1 Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect book, Great God, if once compar'd with thine, How mean their writings look. 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could shew one sin forgiven; Nor lead a step beyond the grave, But thine conduct to heaven. 3 I've seen an end to what we call Perfection here below; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no further go. 4 Yet men would fain be just with God, By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to every thought. 5 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame; And sinks our virtues down so far, They scarce deserve the name. 6 Our faith, and love, and every grace Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 119:96 Languages: English

Holiness and Comfort from the Word

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #214a (1790) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Lord, I esteem thy judgments right Lyrics: 1 Lord, I esteem thy judgments right, And all thy statutes just; Thence I maintain a constant fight With every flattering lust. 2 Thy precepts often I survey; I keep thy law in sight, Through all the business of the day, To form my actions right. 3 My heart in midnight silence cries, "How sweet thy comforts be;" My thoughts in holy wonder rise, And bring their thanks to thee. 4 And when my spirit drinks her fill, At some good word of thine, Not mighty men that share the spoil, Have joys compar'd to mine. Scripture: Psalm 119:162 Languages: English

Imperfection of Nature, and Perfection of Scripture

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #214b (1790) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Let all the heathen writers join Lyrics: 1 Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect book, Great God, if once compar'd with thine, How mean their writings look. 2 Not the most perfect rules they gave Could shew one sin forgiven; Nor lead a step beyond the grave, But thine conduct to heaven. 3 I've seen an end to what we call Perfection here below; How short the powers of nature fall, And can no further go. 4 Yet men would fain be just with God, By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to every thought. 5 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame; And sinks our virtues down so far, They scarce deserve the name. 6 Our faith, and love, and every grace Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 119:96 Languages: English

Excellency and Variety of Scripture

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.) #215a (1786) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Lord, I have made thy word my choice Lyrics: 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever-fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Scripture: Psalm 119:111 Languages: English

Desire of Knowedge

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.) #215b (1786) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord Lyrics: 1 Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord, How good thy works appear! Open my eyes to read thy word, And see thy wonders there. 2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand, My service is thy due, Oh make thy servant understand The duties he must do. 3 Since I'm a stranger here below, Let not thy path be hid, But mark the road my feet should go, And be my constant guide 4 When I confess'd my wandering ways, Thou heardst my soul complain; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I shall stray again. 5 If God to me his statutes shew, And heavenly truth impart, His work forever I'll pursue, His law shall rule my heart. 6 This was my comfort when I bore Variety of grief; It made me learn thy word the more, And fly to that relief. 7 [In vain the proud deride me now; I'll ne'er forget thy law, Nor let that blessed gospel go, Whence all my hopes I draw. 8 When I have learn'd my Father's will, I'll teach the world his ways; My thankful lips, inspir'd with zeal, Shall sing aloud his praise.] Scripture: Psalm 119:171 Languages: English

Excellency and Variety of Scripture

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #215a (1790) Topics: Persecutors punished; Persecutors punished First Line: Lord, I have made thy word my choice Lyrics: 1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever-fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Scripture: Psalm 119:111 Languages: English