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Praise due to God, not to Idols
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #255 (1787) Topics: Grace and providence; Grace and providence First Line: Awake, ye saints: To praise your King Lyrics: 1 Awake, ye saints: To praise your King
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown
Are his divine employ:
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
3 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapours rise;
Lightning and storm at his command
Sweep through the sounding skies.
4 All power that gods or kings have claim'd
Is found with him alone;
But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd
Where our Jehovah's known.
5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering dust,
And pray to gold in vain.
6 [Their gods have tongues that speechless prove,
Such as their makers gave;
Their feet were never form'd to move,
Nor hands have power to save.
7 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.]
8 Ye nations, know the living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims your honours there. Scripture: Psalm 135 Languages: English
Praise due to God, not to Idols
Psalm 33 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.76 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Grace and providence First Line: O happy nation, where the Lord Lyrics:
O happy nation, where the Lord
Reveals the treasure of his word,
And builds his church, his earthly throne!
His eye the heathen world surveys,
He formed their hearts, he knows their ways;
But God their Maker is unknown.
Let kings rely upon their host,
And of his strength the champion boast;
In vain they boast, in vain rely;
In vain we trust the brutal force,
Or speed, or courage, of a horse,
To guard his rider or to fly.
The eye of thy compassion, Lord,
Doth more secure defence afford
When death or dangers threat'ning stand:
Thy watchful eye preserves the just,
Who make thy name their fear and trust,
When wars or famine waste the land.
In sickness, or the bloody field,
Thou our physician, thou our shield,
Send us salvation from thy throne:
We wait to see thy goodness shine;
Let us rejoice in help divine,
For all our hope is God alone.
Scripture: Psalm 33 Languages: English
Psalm 33 Part 2
Psalm 136 Abridged
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.312 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Grace and providence First Line: Give to our God immortal praise Lyrics:
Give to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.
He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
He fills the sun with morning light;
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When suns and moons shall shine no more.
The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promised land
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,
And felt his pity work within
His mercies ever shall endure,
When death and sin shall reign no more.
He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Through this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly seat
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English
Psalm 136 Abridged
Psalm 147 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.332 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Grace and providence; Providence and grace 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 1
Psalm 147 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.333 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Grace and providence; Providence and grace 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 Part 2
Psalm 147
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.334 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Grace and providence; Providence and grace 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
Psalm 147
Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #76 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Grace and providence; Providence and grace 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
Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147a (1766) Topics: Grace and providence; Providence and Grace promised Lyrics: 1 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.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers Nations to his Name;
His Mercy melts the stubborn Soul,
And makes the broken Spirit whole.
3 He form'd 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 drown'd.
4 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.
Pause.
5 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.
6 He makes the Grass the Hills adorn;
And cloaths the smiling Fields with Corn;
The Beasts with Food his Hands supply,
And the young Ravens when they cry.
7 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.
8 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
Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise
O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147b (1766) Topics: Grace and providence; Providence and Grace promised Lyrics: 1 O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD,
And make his Honours known abroad;
He bid the Ocean round thee flow;
Not Bars of Brass could guard thee so.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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?
5 He bids the Southern Breezes blow;
The Ice dissolve, the Waters flow;
But he hath nobler Works and Ways
To call the Britons to his Praise.
6 To all the Isle his Laws are shown,
His Gospel through the Nation known;
He hath not thus reveal'd his Word
To ev'ry Land: Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD
With Songs and Honours sounding loud
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P147c (1766) Topics: Grace and providence; Providence and Grace promised Lyrics: 1 With Songs and Honours sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;
Over the Heav'ns he spreads his Cloud,
And Waters veil the Sky.
2 He sends his Show'rs of Blessings down
To chear the Plains below;
He makes the Grass the Mountains crown,
And Corn in Vallies grow.
3 He gives the grazing Ox his Meat,
He hears the Ravens cry;
But Man who tastes his finest Wheat,
Should raise his Honours high.
4 His steady Counsels change the Face
Of the declining Year;
He bids the Sun cut short his Race,
And wint'ry Days appear.
5 His hoary Frost, his fleecy Snow,
Descend and clothe the Ground;
The liquid Streams forbear to flow,
In icy Fetters bound.
6 When from the dreadful Stores on high
He pours the rattling Hail,
The Wretch that dares this GOD defy
Shall find his Courage fail.
7 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.
8 The changing Wind, the flying Cloud,
Obey his mighty Word;
With Songs and Honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sov'reign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:13-18 Languages: English
With Songs and Honours sounding loud
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