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Desiring to Praise God

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #1 (1760) First Line: Almighty author of my frame Lyrics: I. Almighty author of my frame, To thee my vital pow'rs belong; Thy praise, (delightful, glorious theme!) Demands my heart, my life, my tongue. II. My heart, my life, my tongue are thine: Oh be thy praise their best employ! But may my song with Angels join? Nor sacred awe forbid the joy? III. Thy glories, the seraphic lyre On all its strings attemps in vain; Then how shall mortals dare aspire In thought, to try th'unequal strain? IV. Yet the Sov'reign of the skies To mortals bends a gracious ear; Nor the mean tribute will despise, If offer'd with a heart sincere. V. Great God, accept the humble praise, And guide my heart, and guide my tongue, while to thy name I trembling raise The grateful, tho' unworthy song.

Imploring Divine Influences

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #2 (1760) First Line: My God, whene'er my longing heart Lyrics: I. My God, whene'er my longing heart The praiseful tribute would impart, In vain my tongue with feeble aim, Attempts the glories of thy name. II. In vain my boldest thoughts arise, I sink to earth and lose the skies; Yet I may still thy grace implore, And low in dust thy name adore. III. O let thy grace my heart inspire, And raise each languid, weak desire; Thy grace, which condescends to meet The sinner prostrate at thy feet. IV. With humble fear let love unite, And mix devotion with delight; Then shall thy name be all my joy, Thy praise, my constant blest employ. V. Thy name inspires the harps above With harmony, and praise, and love; That grace which tunes th'immortal strings, Looks kindly down on mortal things. VI. O let thy grace guide ev'ry song, And fill my heart and tune my tongue; Then shall the strain harmonious flow, And heav'ns sweet work begin below.

Meditating on Creation and Providence

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #4 (1760) First Line: Lord, when my raptur'd thought surveys Lyrics: I. Lord, when my raptur'd thought surveys Creation's beauties o'er, All nature joins to teach thy praise, And bid our souls adore. II. Where'er I turn my gazing eyes, Thy radiant footsteps shine; Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise, And speak their source divine. III. The living tribes of countless forms, In earth and sea and air; The meanest flies, the smallest worms, Almighty pow'r declare. IV. All rose to life at thy command, And wait their daily food From thy paternal, bounteous hand, Exhaustless spring of good! V. The meads, array'd in smiling green, With wholesome herbage crown'd; The fields with corn, a richer scene, Spread thy full bounties round. VI. The fruitful tree, the blooming flow'r, In varied charms appear; Their varied charms display thy pow'r, Thy goodness all declare. VII. The sun's productive quick'ning beams The growing verdure spread; Refreshing rains and cooling streams His gentle influence aid. VIII. The moon and stars his absent light Supply with borrow'd rays, And deck the sable veil of night, And speak their Maker's praise. IX. Thy wisdom, pow'r and goodness, Lord, In all thy works appear: And O let man thy praise record; Man, thy distinguish'd care. X. From thee the breath of life he drew; That breath thy pow'r maintains; Thy tender mercy ever new, His brittle frame sustains. XI. Yet nobler favours claim his praise, Of reason's light possest; By revelation's brighter rays Still more divinely blest. XII. Thy providence, his constant guard When threat'ning woes impend, Or will th' impending dangers ward, Or timely succours lend. XIII. On me that providence has shone With gentle, smiling rays; O let my lips and life make known Thy goodness, and thy praise. XIV. All bounteous Lord, thy grace impart; O teach me to improve Thy gifts with ever grateful heart, And crown them with thy love. Languages: English

Redeeming Love

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #7 (1760) First Line: Come heav'nly love, inspire my song Lyrics: I. Come heav'nly love, inspire my song With thy immortal flame, And teach my Heart, and teach my tongue The Saviour's lovely name. II. The Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its Influence ev'ry fear disarms, And spreads sweet comfort round. III. Here pardon, life, and joys divine In rich effusion flow, For guilty rebels lost in sin, And doom'd to endless woe. IV. In our first parent's crime we fell; Our blood, our vital breath Deep ting'd with all the seeds of ill, Sad heirs to sin and death. V. Black o'er our wrath-devoted heads Avenging justice frown'd; While hell disclos'd her deepest shades, And horrors rose around. VI. Wrap'd in the gloom of dark despair, We helpless, hopeless lay; But sov'reign mercy reach'd us there, And smiil'd despair away. VII. God's only son, (stupendous grace!) Forsook his throne above; And swift to save our wretched race, He flew on wings of love. VIII. Th' almighty former of the skies Stoop'd to our vile abode; While angels view'd with wond'ring eyes, And hail'd th' incarnate God. IX. The God in heav'nly strains they sung, Array'd in human clay: Mysterious love! what angel tongue Thy wonders can display? X. Mysterious love, in ev'ry scene, Thro' all his life appears: His spotless life expos'd to pain, And miseries and tears. XI. What blessings on a thankless race His bounteous hand bestow'd? And from his tongue what wondrous grace, What rich instruction show'd? XII. The dumb, the deaf, the lame, the blind Confes'd his healing pow'r; Disease and death their prey resign'd, And grief complain'd no more. XIII. Infernal legions trembling fled, Aw'd by his pow'rful word: And winds and seas his voice obey'd, And own'd their sov'reign Lord. XIV. But man, vile man, his love abus'd, Blind to the noblest good; Blasphem'd his pow'r, his word refus'd, And sought his sacred blood. XV. Still his unwearied love pursued Salvation's glorious plan; And firm th'approaching horrors view'd, Deserv'd by guilty man. XVI. What pain, what soul-oppressing pain, The great Redeemer bore; While bloody sweat, like drops of rain, Distill'd from ev'ry pore! XVII. And e'er the dreadful storm descends Full on his guiltless head, See him by his familiar friends Deserted and betray'd! XVIII. While ruffian bands the Lord surround, Relentless, murd'rous foes; Meek, as a lamb for slaughter bound, The patient suff'rer goes. XIX. Arraign'd at Pilate's impious bar, (Unparallel'd disgrace!) See spotless innocence appear In guilt's deleted place! XX. When perj'ry fails to stain his name, The mob's envenom'd breath Extorts his sentence, "Publick shame and painful ling'ring death." XXI. Patient, the cruel scourge he bore: The innocent, the kind! Then to the rabble's lawless pow'r And rudest taunts consign'd. XXII. With thorns they crown that awful brow, Whose frown can shake the globe; And on their king in scorn bestow The reed and purple robe. XXIII. Ah! — see, the fatal cross appears, Heart-wounding, dreadful scene! His sacred flesh rude iron tears, With agonizing pain. XXIV. Expos'd with thieves, to publick view— Could nature bear the sight? The blushing sun his beams withdrew, And wrapt the globe in night! XXV. Then, Oh! what loads of wrath unknown The glorious suff'rer felt; For crimes unnumber'd to atone, To expire mortal guilt! XXVI. The Father's blissful smile withdrawn, In that tremendous hour; Yet still the God sustain'd the man With his almighty pow'r. XXVII. "'Tis finished," now aloud he cries, "No more the law requires:" And now, (amazing sacrifice!) The Lord of life expires. XXVIII. Earth's firm foundation felt the shock, With universal dread; Trembled the mountain, rent the rock, And wak'd the sleeping dead! XXIX. Now breathless in the silent tomb, His sacred body lies: Thither his lov'd disciples come, With sorrow-streaming eyes. XXX. But see, the promis'd morn appear! Their joy revives again; The Saviour lives: adieu to fear, To ev'ry anxious pain. XXXI. His kindest words their doubts remove, Confirm their wav'ring faith; He bids them teach the world his love, Salvation by his death. XXXII. Triumphant he ascends on high, The glorious work compleat; Sin, death, and hell, low vanquish'd lie Beneath his awful feet. XXXIII. There with eternal glory crown'd, The Lord, the conqueror, reigns; His praise the heav'nly choirs resound, In their immortal strains. XXXIV. Amid the splendours of his throne, Unchanging love appears; The names he purchas'd for his own, Still on his heart he bears. XXXV. Still with prevailing pow'r he pleads Their cause for whom he died; His Spirit's sacred influence sheds, Their comforter and guide. XXXVI. For them, reserves a radiant crown, Bought with his dying blood; And worlds of light, and joys unknown, Forever near their God. XXXVII. O the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss, a boundless store: Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine; I cannot wish for more. XXXVIII. I yield, to thy dear conqu'ring arms I yield my captive soul: O let thy all-subduing charms My inmost pow'rs controul! XXXIX. On thee alone my hope relies; Beneath thy cross I fall, My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour, and my all. Languages: English

The Great Physician

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #15 (1760) First Line: Ye mourning sinners, here disclose Lyrics: I. Ye mourning sinners, here disclose Your deep complaints, your various woes; Approach, 'tis Jesus, he can heal The pains which mourning sinners feel. II. To eyes long clos'd in mental night, Strangers to all the joys of light, His word imparts a blissful ray: Sweet morning of celestial day! III. Ye helpless lame, lift up your eyes, The Lord, the Saviour bids you rise; New life and strength his voice conveys, And plaintive groans are chang'd for praise. IV. Nor shall the leper, hopeless lie Beneath the Great Physician's eye; Sin's deepest pow'r his word controuls, That fatal leprosy of souls. V. That hand divine, which can asswage The burning fever's restless rage; That hand, omnipotent and kind, Can cool the fever of the mind. VI. When freezing palsy chills the veins, And pale, cold death, already reigns, He speaks; the vital pow'rs revive: He speaks, and dying sinners live. VII. Dear Lord, we wait thy healing hand; Diseases fly at thy command: O let thy sov'reign touch impart Life, strength, and health to ev'ry heart! VIII. Then shall the sick, the blind, the lame, Adore their Great Physician's name; Then dying souls shall bless their God, And spread thy wond'rous praise abroad. Scripture: Luke 6:19 Languages: English

Longing Souls Invited to the Gospel-Feast

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #17 (1760) First Line: Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Lyrics: I. Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast! Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For ev'ry humble guest. II. See, Jesus stands with open arms; He calls, he bids you come: Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms; But see, there yet is room. III. Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart: There love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart, That trembles at his feet. IV. In him the Father reconcil'd Invites your souls to come; The rebel shall be call'd a child, And kindly welcom'd home. V. O come, and with his children taste The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above. VI. There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In extasies unknown. VII. And yet ten thousand thousand more, Are welcome still to come: Ye longing souls, the grace adore; Approach, there yet is room. Scripture: Luke 14:22 Languages: English

Light and Deliverance

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #18 (1760) First Line: The weary trav'ler, lost in night Lyrics: I. The weary trav'ler, lost in night, Breathes many a longing sigh, And marks the welcome dawn of light, With rapture in his eye. II. Thus sweet the dawn of heav'nly day Lost weary sinners find; When mercy with reviving ray, Beams o'er the fainting mind. III. To slaves oppress'd with cruel chains, How kind, how dear the friend, Whose gen'rous hand relieves their pains, And bids their sorrows end! IV. Thus kind, thus dear, that friend divine Who ransoms captive souls, Unbinds the cruel chains of sin, And all its pow'r controuls. V. Jesus, to thy soul-chearing light, My dawn of hope I owe; Once, wand'ring in the shades of night, And lost in hopeless woe. VI. 'Twas thy dear hand redeem'd the slave, And set the pris'ner free; Be all I am, and all I have, Devoted, Lord, to thee! VII. But stronger ties than nature knows, My grateful love confine; And ev'n that love, thy hand bestows, Which wishes to be thine. VIII. Here, at thy feet, I wait thy will, And live upon thy word: O give me warmer love and zeal, To serve my dearest Lord. Languages: English

A Morning Hymn

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #20 (1760) First Line: Lord of my life, O may thy praise Lyrics: I. Lord of my life, O may thy praise Employ my noblest pow'rs, Whose goodness lengthens out my days, And fills the circling hours! II. Preserv'd by thy almighty arm, I pass the shades of night, Serene, and safe from ev'ry harm, And see returning light, III. While many spent the night in sighs, And restless pains and woes; In gentle sleep I clos'd my eyes And undisturb'd repose. IV. When sleep, death's 'semblance o'er me spread, And I unconscious lay, Thy watchful care was round my bed, To guard my feeble clay. V. O let the same almighty care My waking hours attend; From ev'ry danger, ev'ry snare, My heedless steps defend. VI. Smile on my minutes as they roll, And guide my future days; And let thy goodness fill my soul With gratitude and praise. Languages: English

An Evening Hymn

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #22 (1760) First Line: Great God, to thee my ev'ning song Lyrics: I. Great God, to thee my ev'ning song With humble gratitude I raise; O let thy mercy tune my tongue, And fill my heart with lively praise. II. Mercy, that rich unbounded store, Does my unnumber'd wants relieve; Among thy daily, craving poor, On thy all-bounteous hand I live. III. My days unclouded, as they pass, And ev'ry gently rolling hour, Are monuments of wond'rous grace, And witness to thy love and pow'r. IV. Thy love and pow'r, (celestial guard) Preserve me from surrounding harms: Can danger reach me, while the Lord Extends his kind protecting arms? V. My num'rous wants are known to thee, E'er my slow wishes can arise; Thy goodness measureless and free, Is ready still with full supplies. VI. And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, Too oft regardless of thy love, Ungrateful, can from thee depart, And fond of trifles vainly rove. VII. When calm reflection finds a place, How vile this wretched heart appears! O let thy all-subduing grace Melt it in penitential tears. VIII. Seal my forgiveness in the blood Of Jesus: His dear Name alone I plead for pardon, gracious God, And kind acceptance at thy throne. IX. Let this blest hope my eyelids close, With sleep refresh my feeble frame; Safe in thy care may I repose, And wake with praises to thy Name. Topics: Evening Languages: English

On a Stormy Night

Hymnal: PSCD_v1 #24 (1760) First Line: Lord of the earth, and seas, and skies Lyrics: I. Lord of the earth, and seas, and skies, All nature owns thy sov'reign pow'r; At thy command the tempests rise, At thy command the thunders roar. II. We hear, with trembling and affright, The voice of heav'n, (tremendous sound!) Keen lightnings pierce the shades of night, And spread bright horrors all around. III. What mortal could sustain the stroke, Should wrath divine in vengeful storms, (Which our repeated crimes provoke,) descend to crush rebellious worms? IV. These dreadful glories of thy name With terror would o'erwhelm our souls; But mercy dawns with kinder beam, And guilt and rising fear controuls. V. O let thy mercy on my heart With cheerful, healing radiance shine; Bid ev'ry anxious fear depart, And gently whisper, Thou art mine. VI. Then safe beneath thy guardian care, In hope serene my soul shall rest; Nor storms nor dangers reach me there, In thee, my God, my refuge, blest. Languages: English