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SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS
PSALM 1–150
PSALM 1.C.M.
1 BLEST is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's seat:
2 But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.
3 He, like a plant of gen'rous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.
4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.
5 Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.
6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ, the Judge, at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.
7 His eye beholds the path they tread;
His heart approves it well:
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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Psalm C. M. 2 Isaac Watts, 1719
1 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage?
The Romans, why their swords employ?
Against the Lord their powers engage,
His dear Anointed to destroy?
2 "Come, let us break his bands," they say,
"This man shall never give us laws:"
And thus they cast his yoke away,
And nailed the Monarch to the cross.
3 But God, who high in glory reigns,
Laughs at their pride, their rage controls,
He'll vex their hearts with inward pains,
And speak in thunder to their souls.
4 "I will maintain the King I made
On Zion's everlasting hill;
My hand shall bring him from the dead,
And he shall stand your Sovereign still."
5 His wondrous rising from the earth
Makes his eternal Godhead known;
The Lord declares his heav'nly birth,
"This day have I begot my Son.
6 "Ascend, my Son, to my right hand,
There thou shalt ask, and I bestow,
The utmost bounds of heathen lands;
To thee the Northern Isles shall bow."
7 But nations that resist his grace
Shall fall beneath his iron stroke;
His rod shall crush his foes with ease,
As potters' earthen work is broke.
8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones,
Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Now at his feet submit your crowns,
Rejoice and tremble at his name.
9 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he grow angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealousy.
10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell;
He is a God, and ye but dust:
Happy the souls that know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.
Psalm's and Hymns book
PSALM 2.
2PSALM 2.148th.
1 THOUGH sinners boldly join,
Against the Lord to rise,
Against His Christ combine,
Th' Anointed to despise;
Though earth disdain,
And hell engage,
Vain is their rage,
Their counsel vain.
2 Jesus the Saviour reigns!
On Sion is His throne;
The Lord's decree sustains
His own begotten Son:
Up from the grave
He bids Him rise
And mount the skies,
With power to save.
3 Oh serve the Lord with fear,
And rev'rence His command;
With sacred joy draw near,
With solemn trembling stand;
Kneel at His throne,
Your homage bear,
His power declare,
And kiss the Son.
William Goode, 1811
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3 — PSALM 3.
3PSALM 3.L.M.
1 THY promise, Lord, is perfect peace,
And yet my trials still increase;
Till fears at times my soul assail,
That Satan's rage must yet prevail.
2 Then, Saviour, then I fly to Thee,
And in Thy grace my refuge see;
Thou heard'st me from Thy holy hill.
And Thou wilt hear and help me still.
3 Beneath Thy wings secure I sleep;
What foe can harm while Thou dost keep?
I wake, and find Thee at my side,
My omnipresent Guard and Guide!
4 Oh why should earth or hell distress,
With God so strong, so nigh to bless?
From Him alone salvation flows;
On Him alone, my soul, repose.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
Psalm 3 C. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.
2 Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry:
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heav'nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure:
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
4 But God sustained me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.
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4 — PSALM 4.
4PSALM 4.C.M.
1 LORD of my life, my hopes, my joys,
My never-failing Friend,
Thou hast been all my help till now,
Oh! help me to the end!
2 While worldly minds impatient grow,
More prosperous times to see.
Oh! let the glories of Thy face
Shine brighter, Lord, on me!
3 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy
More lasting and more true
Than theirs, possess'd of all that they
So eagerly pursue.
4 Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
And take my needful rest:
No other guard I ask or need,
Of Thee, O Lord, possess'd.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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Psalm 4 C. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray,
I am for ever thine;
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed,
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice:
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to pray,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
Psalm's and Hymns book
5 — PSALM 5.
5PSALM 5.C.M.
1 LORD, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints;
Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be Thy delight.
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.
4 But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.
5 Oh may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
6 — PSALM 6.
6PSALM 6.7s.
1 GENTLY, gently lay Thy rod
On my sinful head, O God;
Stay Thy wrath, in mercy stay,
Lest I sink before its sway.
2 Heal me, for my flesh is weak;
Heal me, for Thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make,
Heal me for Thy mercy's sake.
3 Who within the silent grave
Shall proclaim Thy power to save?
Lord, my trembling soul reprieve,
Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4 Lo! He comes! He heeds my plea!
Lo! He comes! the shadows flee!
Glory round me dawns once more;
Rise, my spirit, and adore!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
Psalm 6 C. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppressed;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days,
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?
5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.
Psalm's and Hymns book
7 — PSALM 7.
7PSALM 7.7s.
1 LORD, my God, in Thee I trust;
Save, Oh! save Thy trembling dust,
From the roaring lion's power,
Seeking whom he may devour;
From a thousand waves that roll
Shipwreck o'er my sinking soul;
God Omnipotent, I flee
From them all to Thee, to Thee.
2 Thou my Inmost wish canst read,
Thou canst help my utmost need;
Let the world Thy goodness see,
Let them mark Thy grace in me.
Lay the wicked in the dust,
Raise the feeble, guide the just:
Searcher of the heart, I flee
From myself to Thee, to Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834
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Psalm 7 C. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 My trust is in my heav'nly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliverer's near.
3 If I had e'er provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe,
Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honor low.
4 If there be malice found in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.
5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.
6 Let sinners, and their wicked rage,
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?
7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.
8 For me their malice digged a pit,
But there themselves are cast;
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.
9 That cruel, persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword:
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.
Psalm's and Hymns book
8 — PSALM 8.
8PSALM 8.C.M.
1 O LORD, our Lord how wondrous great
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thine heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold Thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light:
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That Thou shouldst visit him with grace
And love his nature so?
4 That Thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than His angels are,
To save a dying worm?
5 Let Him be crown'd with majesty
Who bow'd His head to death;
And be His honours sounded high
By all things that have breath.
6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heav'nly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
9 — PSALM 9.
9PSALM 9.C.M.
1 TO celebrate Thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;
To all the listening world Thy works,
Thy wondrous works declare.
2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasure bring;
Whilst to Thy Name, O Thou Most High
Triumphant praise I sing.
3 All those who have His goodness proved
Will in His truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on His help relied.
4 His suff'ring saints, when most distress'd,
He ne'er forgets to aid;
Their expectations shall be crown'd,
Though for a time delay'd.
5 Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord
From Sion, His abode;
Proclaim His deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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Psalm 9 C. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 With my whole heart I'll raise my song,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim;
Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.
2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.
3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppressed;
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.
4 The men that know thy name will trust
In thy abundant grace;
For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly seek thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,
Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.
Psalm's and Hymns book
Psalm 9 C. M. Part 2 Isaac Watts, 1719
1 When the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise;
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.
3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet,
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
That their own hands had spread.
4 Thus, by thy judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroyed,
The snare must be their own.
5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.
6 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries shall not be still forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.
7 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain;
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.
Psalm's and Hymns book
10 — PSALM 10.
10PSALM 10.C.M.
(Verses 17 & 18.)
1 O GOD, the help of all Thy saints,
Our hope in time of ill;
We'll trust Thee, though Thy face be hid,
And seek Thy presence still.
2 All our desires to Thee are known;
Thy help is ever near;
Oh first prepare our hearts to pray,
And then accept our prayer.
Edward Osler, 186.
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Psalm 10 C. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far?
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?
2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?
3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.
4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.
5 Why do the men of malice rage,
And say, with foolish pride,
"The God of heav'n will ne'er engage
To fight on Zion's side?"
6 But thou for ever art our Lord;
And powerful is thine hand,
As when the heathens felt thy sword,
And perished from thy land.
7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear;
He hearkens what his children say,
And puts the world in fear.
8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.
Psalm's and Hymns book
11 — PSALM 11.
11PSALM 11.L.M.
1 WHEN all bespeaks a Father's love,
Oh wherefore, fearful as the dove,
Should we in times of peril flee
To any refuge, Lord, but Thee?
2 In vain the wicked bend their bow,
And seek to lay the righteous low,
Thou from Thine everlasting throne
With watchful care regard'st Thine own.
3 Thy voice shall seal the sinner's fate,
Just vengeance shall his crimes await;
While the bright beams of grace divine,
Shall on Thy faithful servants shine.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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Psalm 11 L. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 My refuge is the God of love;
Why do my foes insult and cry,
"Fly like a tim'rous, trembling dove,
To distant woods or mountains fly?"
2 If government be all destroyed,
(That firm foundation of our peace,)
And violence make justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress?
3 The Lord in heav'n has fixed his throne,
His eye surveys the world below:
To him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits through.
4 If he afflicts his saints so far,
To prove their love and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.
5 On impious wretches he shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death;
Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.
6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that his own image bear.
Psalm's and Hymns book
12 — PSALM 12.
12PSALM 12.C.M.
1 LORD, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold,
2 Is not Thy chariot hastening on?
Hast Thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
3 "Yes," saith the Lord," now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee:
I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free."
4 Thy word, like silver seven times tried,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in Thy truth confide
Shall find Thy promise sure.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
12 — PSALM 12.
12PSALM 12.C.M.
1 LORD, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold,
2 Is not Thy chariot hastening on?
Hast Thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?
3 "Yes," saith the Lord," now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee:
I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free."
4 Thy word, like silver seven times tried,
Through ages shall endure;
The men that in Thy truth confide
Shall find Thy promise sure.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
13 — PSALM 13.
13PSALM 13.C.M.
1 HOW long wilt Thou forget me, Lord?
Must I for ever mourn?
How long wilt Thou withdraw from me,
Oh! never to return?
2 Oh, hear, and to my longing eyes
Restore Thy wonted light:
Revive my soul, nor let me sleep
In everlasting night.
3 Since I have always placed my trust
Beneath Thy mercy's wing,
Thy saving health will come, and then
My heart with joy shall spring.
4 Then shall my song, with praise inspired,
To Thee, my God, ascend,
Who to Thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
Psalm 13 L. M. Isaac Watts, 1719
1 How long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain?
Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray, and be denied?
2 Shall I for ever be forgot,
As one whom thou regardest not
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?
3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low?
4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief:
If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.
5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
Psalm's and Hymns book
Psalm 13 C. M. Part 2 Isaac Watts, 1719
1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heav'nly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud
If I become his prey!
Behold, the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And victory shall be sung.
Psalm's and Hymns book
14 — PSALM 14.
14PSALM 14.7.6.
(Verse 7.)
1 OH that the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
To lead His outcasts home.
2 How long the holy city
Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity,
Rebuild her walls again.
3 Let fall Thy rod of terror,
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error,
Release the fetter'd heart.
4 Let Israel home returning,
Her lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind Thy church to Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1934.
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15 — PSALM 15.
15PSALM 15.S.M.
1 LORD, I would dwell with Thee,
On Thy most holy hill:
Oh shed Thy grace abroad in me,
To mould me to Thy will.
2 Thy gate of pearl stands wide
For those who walk upright;
But those who basely turn aside
Thou chasest from Thy sight.
3 Oh tame my tongue to peace,
And tune my heart to love;
From all reproaches may I cease,
Made harmless as a dove.
4 The vile, though proudly great,
No flatterer find in me;
I count Thy saints of poor estate
Far nobler company.
5 Faithful, but meekly kind;
Gentle, yet boldly true;
I would possess the perfect mind
Which in my Lord I view.
6 But, Lord, these graces all
Thy Spirit's work must be:
To Thee, through Jesu's blood I call,
Create them all in me.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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16 — PSALM 16.
16PSALM 16.L.M.
1 PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to Thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead;
My goodness cannot reach to Thee.
2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make Thee bless'd,
Nor add new glories to Thy name.
3 Yet, Lord, Thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.
4 Let others choose the sons of mirth
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heav'nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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17 — PSALM 17.
17PSALM 17.L.M.
1 WHAT sinners value, I resign:
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake, and find me there?
3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of my soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
'Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
18-I — PSALM 18.
18-IPSALM 18.C.M.
1 O GOD, my strength and fortitude,
Of force I must love Thee;
Thou art my castle and defence
In my necessity.
2 My God, my rock, in whom I trust,
The worker of my wealth;
My refuge, buckler, and my shield,
The horn of all my health.
3 In my distress I sought my God,
I sought Jehovah's face;
My cry before Him came; He heard
Out of His holy place.
4 The Lord descended from above.
And bow'd the heavens most high,
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.
5 On cherub and on cherubim
Pull royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Game flying all abroad.
6 And so deliver'd He my soul:
Who is a rock but He?
He liveth—Blessed be my Rock!
My God exalted be!
Thomas Sternhold, 1562.
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18-II — PSALM 18.
18-IIPSALM 18.L.M.
1 NO change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to Thee;
For Thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defence to me.
2 Thou my deliv'rer art, my God,
My trust is in Thy mighty power;
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tower.
3 Let the eternal Lord be praised,
The rock on whose defence I rest;
O'er highest heavens His name be raised,
Who me with His salvation blest.
4 Therefore to celebrate His fame
My grateful voice to heav'n I'll raise;
And nations, strangers to His name.
Shall thus be taught to sing His praise.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
18-III — PSALM 18.
18-IIIPSALM 18.L.M.
1 JUST are Thy ways, and true Thy Word,
Great Rock of my secure abode:
Who is a God beside the Lord?
Or where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis He that girds me with His might,
Gives me His holy sword to wield:
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads His salvation for my shield.
3 He lives, (and blessed be my Rock!)
The God of my salvation lives;
The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
4 Before the scoffers of the age,
I will exalt my Father's name;
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
5 To David and his royal seed
Thy grace for ever shall extend:
Thy love to saints, in Christ their head,
Knows not a limit, nor an end.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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19 — PSALM 19.
19PSALM 19.L.M.
1 THE heavens declare Thy glory, Lord;
In ev'ry star Thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold Thy word,
We read Thy name in fairer lines.
2 Bun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So when Thy truth began its race,
It touch'd and glanced on ev'ry land.
3 Nor shall Thy spreading gospel rest,
Till through the world Thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations blest
That see the light, or feel the sun.
4 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise;
Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right.
5 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renew'd, and sins forgiven:
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make Thy word my guide to heaven.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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20 — PSALM 20.
20PSALM 20.L.M.
1 JESUS, with Thy salvation blest,
We yield the glory to Thy name:
Fix'd in Thy strength our banners rest,
With joy Thy vict'ry we proclaim.
2 Jehovah hears, He hears Thy prayer,
The prayer on which our hope relies;
Thy cross salvation shall prepare,
From His right hand Thy vict'ries rise.
3 Let men the rattling chariot trust,
Or the swift steed, with courage stored;
In Thee our confidence we boast,
Jesus, Messiah, conquering Lord!
4 Safe shall we stand, nor yield to fear,
When sinners with their hopes shall fall:
Save, Lord, O King Messiah, hear!
Hear, mighty Saviour, when we call.
William Goode, 1811.
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21 — PSALM 21.
21PSALM 21.L.M.
1 THY strength, O Lord, makes glad our King,
Who once in weakness bow'd the head,
Salvation makes His heart to sing,
For Thou hast raised Him from the dead.
2 Thou hast bestow'd His heart's desires,
Shower'd on His path Thy blessings down;
His royal pomp all heaven admires;
Thou on His head hast set the crown.
3 A life eternal as Thy years,
A glory infinite like Thine,
Repays Him for His groans and tears,
And fills His soul with joy divine.
4 O King, beloved of our souls,
Thine own right hand shall find Thy foes;
Swift o'er their necks Thy chariot rolls,
And earth Thy dreadful vengeance knows.
5 As glowing oven is Thy wrath,
As flame by furious blast upblown;
With equal heat Thy love breaks forth,
Like wall of fire around Thine own.
6 Be Thou exalted, King of kings,
In Thine own strength sit Thou on high,
Thy church Thy triumph loudly sings,
And lauds Thy glorious majesty.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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22-I — PSALM 22.
22-IPSALM 22.C.M.
1 MY God, my God, why leav'st Thou me
When I with anguish faint?
Oh, why so far from me removed,
And from my sad complaint?
2 All day, but all the day unheard,
To Thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,
But cry all night in vain.
3 Withdraw not, Lord, so far from me,
When trouble is so nigh;
Oh, send me help! Thy help, on which
I only can rely.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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22-II — PSALM 22.
22-IIPSALM 22.L.M.
1 NOW let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord,
When He complain'd in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of His God.
2 They wound His head, His hands, His feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet;
By lot His garments they divide,
And mock the pangs in which He died.
3 But God, His Father, heard His cry;
Raised from the dead, He reigns on high;
The nations learn His righteousness,
And humble sinners taste His grace.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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22-III — PSALM 22.
22-IIIPSALM 22.C.M.
1 ALL ye that fear Him, praise the Lord;
His sacred name adore;
And ye His chosen Israel,
Praise Him for evermore.
2 Let all the glad converted world
To Him their homage pay,
And scatter'd nations of the earth
One sov'reign Lord obey.
3 With humble worship to His throne
Let all for aid resort;
That power which first their being gave,
Alone can give support.
4 Let them, O Lord, Thy truth declare,
And show Thy righteousness;
That children, yet unborn may learn
Thy glory to confess.
Compiled from Old & New Versions, 1562-1696.
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23-I — PSALM 23.
23-IPSALM 23.C.M.
1 MY Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is His name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways:
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows;
Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
Oh may Thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!
6 There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, or a guest,
But like a child at home.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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23-II — PSALM 23.
23-IIPSALM 23.C.M.
1 THE Lord's my Shepherd. I'll not want
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green: He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
2 My soul He doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E'en for His own name's sake.
3 Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill:
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
4 My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
5 Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
Scotch Version, 1641.
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23-III — PSALM 23.
23-IIIPSALM 23.S.M.
1 THE Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied;
Since He is mine, and I am His,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim;
And guides me in His own right way,
For His most holy name.
4 While He affords His aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Though I should walk through death's dark shade,
My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In spite of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of Thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from Thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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23-IV — PSALM 23.
23-IVPSALM 23.L.M. 6 lines.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a Shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He will attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord! art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Joseph Addison, 1712.
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24 — PSALM 24.
24PSALM 24.L.M.
1 OUR Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led—
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;—
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene;
He claims those mansions as His right:—
Receive the King of Glory in.
4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord, that all His foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.
5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay;—
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord of glorious power possess'd,
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, for ever bless'd!
Charles Wesley, 1741.
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25 — PSALM 25.
25PSALM 25.S.M.
1 MINE eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead His promises,
And rest upon His word.
2 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from those dang'rous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
3 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
4 With every morning-light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
5 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
6 With humble faith I wait
To see Thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
"He sought the Lord in vain."
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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26 — PSALM 26.
26PSALM 26.L.M.
1 LORD, I delight to find my place
Within the temples of Thy grace;
Where all Thy heavenly beauties dwell,
And earth's sublimest pomp excel.
2 There, where Thy saints Thy glory see,
Let my fix'd rest, my dwelling be;
Nor 'midst the ungodly race consign
The soul which loves Thy courts to join.
3 Fix'd in Thy ways my feet shall stand,
And wait the guidance of Thy hand;
Then 'midst Thy church, with sweet accord,
I'll join my praise, all-gracious Lord!
William Goode, 1811.
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27 — PSALM 27.
27PSALM 27.C.M.
1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength; nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires;
Oh grant me an abode
Among the churches of Thy saints,
The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see Thy beauty still;
Shall hear Thy messages of love,
And there enquire Thy will.
4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may His children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around;
And songs of joy and victory
Within Thy temple sound.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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28 — PSALM 28
28PSALM28.7.
1 LORD, my strength, to Thee I pray;
Turn not Thou Thine ear away;
Gracious to my vows attend,
While the humble knee I bend.
2 On Thy long-experienced aid
See my hope for ever stay'd:
Thou my shield, my fortress art;
Thou the refuge of my heart.
3 Grant me, Lord, Thy love to share,
Feed me with a Shepherd's care;
Save Thy people from distress,
And Thy fold for ever bless.
Janus Merrick, 1765, a.
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29 — PSALM 29.
29PSALM 29.C.M.
1 A SCRIBE to God, ye sons of men,
Ascribe with one accord,
All praise and honour, might and strength
To Him the living Lord!
2 Give glory to His holy name,
And honour Him alone;
Give worship to His majesty,
And bow before His throne.
3 The Lord doth sit upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
He reigns above, both Lord and King,
And evermore shall reign.
4 The Lord shall give His people strength,
And bid their sorrows cease;
The Lord shall bless His chosen race
With everlasting peace.
Thomas Sternhold, 1562, a.
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30 — PSALM 30.
30PSALM 30.C.M.
1 I WILL exalt Thee, Lord of hosts,
For Thou'st exalted me;
Since Thou hast silenced Satan's boasts,
I'll therefore boast in Thee.
2 My sins had brought me near the grave,
The grave of black despair;
I look'd, but there was none to save
Till I look'd up in prayer.
3 In answer to my piteous cries,
From hell's dark brink I'm brought:
My Jesus saw me from the skies,
And swift salvation wrought.
4 All through the night I wept full sore,
But morning brought relief;
That hand, which broke my bones before,
Then broke my bonds of grief.
5 My mourning He to dancing turns,
For sackcloth joy He gives,
A moment, Lord, Thine anger burns,
But long Thy favour lives.
6 Sing with me, then, ye favour'd men,
Who long have known His grace;
With thanks recall the seasons when
Ye also sought His face.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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31 — PSALM 31.
31PSALM 31.C.M., Double.
1 THE Lord who hath redeem'd our souls
From death and endless woe,
Whose wisdom each event controls,
From whom all mercies flow.
He hath decreed that even here
His faithful sons shall prove,
In weal and woe, 'midst toil and fear,
The riches of His love.
2 But, oh! when life's brief term is o'er,
And heaven unfolds her gates,
For them what blessings are in store,
For them what glory waits!
Praise, then, the Lord, all ye His saints,
To Him devote your hearts;
He hears, He pities your complaints,
Health, strength, and joy imparts.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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32 — PSALM 32.
32PSALM 32.C M.
1 HAPPY the man to whom his God
No more imputes his sin;
But, wash'd in the Redeemer's blood,
Hath made his garments clean!
2 Happy beyond expression he,
Whose debts are thus discharged;
And from the guilty bondage free,
He feels his soul enlarged.
3 While I my inward guilt suppress'd
No quiet could I find;
Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
And rack'd my tortured mind.
4 Then I confessed my troubled thoughts,
My secret sins reveal'd;
Thy pardoning grace forgave my faults,
Thy grace my pardon seal'd.
5 This shall invite Thy saints to pray:
When, like a raging flood,
Temptations rise, our strength and stay
Is a forgiving God.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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33 — PSALM 33.
33PSALM 33.C.M.
1 LET all the just to God with joy
Their cheerful voices raise;
For well the righteous it becomes
To sing glad songs of praise.
2 For faithful is the word of God,
His works with truth abound;
He justice loves, and all the earth
is with His goodness crown'd.
3 By His almighty word at first
The heavenly arch was rear'd;
And all the beauteous hosts of light
At His command appear'd.
4 Whate'er the Mighty Lord decrees,
Shall stand for ever sure;
The settled purpose of His heart
To ages shall endure.
5 How happy, then, are they to whom
The Lord for God is known;
Whom He, from all the world besides,
Has chosen for His own!
6 Our soul on God with patience waits,
Our help and shield is He;
Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice,
Because we trust in Thee.
7 The riches of Thy mercy, Lord,
Do Thou to us extend,
Since we, for all we want or wish,
On Thee alone depend.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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34-I — PSALM 34.
34-IPSALM 34.C.M.
1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart And tongue employ.
2 Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distress'd,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 Come magnify the Lord with me;
With me exalt His name;
When in distress to Him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.
4 Oh make but trial of His love;
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide!
5 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight,
He'll make your wants His care.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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34-II — PSALM 34.
34-IIPSALM 34.L.M.
1 LORD, I will bless Thee all my days,
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue
My soul shall glory in Thy grace,
While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2 Come, magnify the Lord with me;
Come, let us all exalt His name:
I sought the eternal God, and He
Has not exposed my hope to shame.
3 I told Him all my secret grief,
My secret groaning reach'd His ears;
He gave my inward pains relief,
And calm'd the tumult of my fears.
4 To Him the poor lift up their eyes,
Their faces feel the heavenly shine;
A beam of mercy from the skies
Fills them with light and joy divine.
5 His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men that serve the Lord;
Oh fear and love Him, all His saints;
Taste of His grace, and trust His word.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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35-I — PSALM 35.
35-IPSALM 35.7s.
1 PLEAD my cause, O Lord of hosts,
Earth and hell now make their boasts,
See against my soul they strive,
Mischief seek and plots contrive.
2 Shield and buckler are with Thee,
Hold them forth, O Lord, for me;
"I am thy salvation," say,
That shall all my foes dismay.
3 Inbred sin my soul annoys,
Unbelief my peace destroys,
Fiery darts the tempter flings,
Every day its battle brings.
4 Jesus when on earth He dwelt,
Sharpest pangs of conflict felt;
All the powers of darkness warr'd
With our great anointed Lord.
5 He has vanquish'd all His foes
For Himself, and all He chose;
His salvation is complete,
All shall worship at His feet.
6 Lord, I will rejoice in Thee,
Thy salvation makes me free;
Plead my cause and all is well,
I shall ever with Thee dwell.
Joseph Irons, 1817.
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35-II — PSALM 35.
35-IIPSALM 35.C.M.
1 OH! plead my cause, my Saviour, plead,
I trust it all to Thee:
O Thou who didst for sinners bleed,
A sinner save in me.
2 Assure my weak, desponding heart,
My threatening foes restrain;
Oh! tell me Thou my helper art,
And all their rage is vain.
3 When round Thy cross they rush'd to kill,
How was their fury foil'd:
Their madness only wrought Thy will,
And on themselves recoil'd.
4 The great salvation there achieved
My hope shall ever be;
My soul has in her Lord believed,
And He will rescue me.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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36-I — PSALM 36.
36-IPSALM 36.L.M.
1 HIGH in the heavens, Eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.
2 For ever firm Thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast Thy bounty share;
The whole creation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy peculiar care.
4 My God! how excellent Thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs;
The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of Thy wings.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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36-II — PSALM 36.
36-IIPSALM 36.C.M.
1 ABOVE these heavens' created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature end.
2 From Thee, when creature-streams run low,
And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
And raise our pleasures high.
3 Though all created light decay,
And death close up our eyes,
Thy presence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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37-I — PSALM 37.
37-IPSALM 37.C.M.
1 O GOD of love, how blest are they
Who in Thy ways delight!
Thy presence guides them all the day,
And cheers them all the night.
2 Whene'er they faint, a mighty arm
Is nigh them to uphold;
And sin or Satan cannot harm
The feeblest of Thy fold.
3 The Lord is wise, the Lord is just,
The Lord is good and true,
And they who on His promise trust
Will find it bear them through.
4 His word will stay their sinking hearts;
Their feet shall never slide:
The heavens dissolve, the earth departs,
They safe in God abide.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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37-II — PSALM 37.
37-IIPSALM 37.C.M.
1 SET thou thy trust upon the Lord,
Do good and know no care,
For so thou in the land shalt dwell,
And God thy food prepare.
2 Delight thyself in God, He'll give
Thine heart's desire to thee:
Commit thy way to God alone,
It brought to pass shall be.
3 And like unto the light He shall
Thy righteousness display;
And He thy judgment shall bring forth,
Like noontide of the day.
Scotch Version, 1841, a.
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38 — PSALM 38.
38PSALM 38.C.M.
1 A MIDST Thy wrath remember love;
Restore Thy servant, Lord:
Nor let a Father's chastening prove
Like an avenger's sword.
2 All my desire to Thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh and every groan
Is noticed by Thine ear.
3 Thou art my God, my only hope:
My God will hear my cry;
My God will bear ray spirit up
When Satan bids me die.
4 My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation haste,
Before Thy servant die!
Isaac Watts, 1719
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39 — PSALM 39.
39PSALM 39.C.M.
1 BEHOLD, O Lord, my days are made
A handbreadth at the most;
Ere yet 'tis noon my flower must fade,
And I give up the ghost.
2 Then teach me, Lord, to know mine end,
And know that I am frail;
To heaven let all my thoughts ascend,
And let not earth prevail.
3 What is there here that I should wait,
My hope's in Thee alone;
When wilt Thou open glory's gate
And call me to Thy throne?
4 A stranger in this land am I,
A sojourner with Thee;
Oh be not silent at my cry,
But show Thyself to me.
5 Though I'm exiled from glory's land,
Yet not from glory's King;
My God is ever near at hand,
And therefore I will sing.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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40 — PSALM 40.
40PSALM 40.C.M.
1 I WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry;
He saw me resting on His word,
And brought salvation nigh.
2 He raised me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay,
And from my bonds released my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.
3 Firm on a rock He made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of His hand
In a new thankful song.
4 How many are Thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not words nor hours enough,
Their numbers to repeat.
5 When I'm afflicted, poor, and low,
And light and peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on His heart.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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41 — PSALM 41.
41PSALM 41.7s.
1 JESUS, poorest of the poor!
Man of sorrows! Child of grief!
Happy they whose bounteous store
Minister'd to Thy relief.
2 Jesus, though Thy head is crown'd,
Crown'd with loftiest majesty.
In Thy members Thou art found,
Plunged in deepest poverty.
3 Happy they who wash Thy feet,
Visit Thee in Thy distress!
Honour great, and labour sweet.
For Thy sake the saints to bless!
4 They who feed Thy sick and faint
For Thyself a banquet find;
They who clothe the naked saint
Round Thy loins the raiment bind.
5 Thou wilt keep their soul alive;
From their foes protect their head;
Languishing their strength revive,
And in sickness make their bed.
6 Thou wilt deeds of love repay;
Grace shall gen'rous hearts reward
Here on earth, and in the day
When they meet their reigning Lord.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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42-I — PSALM 42.
42-IPSALM 42.C.M.
1 LIKE as the hart for water-brooks
In thirst doth pant and bray;
So pants my longing soul, O God,
That come to Thee I may.
2 My soul for God, the living God,
Doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto Thy countenance approach,
And in God's sight appear?
3 My tears have unto me been meat,
Both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is Thy God? they say.
4 My soul is poured out in me,
When this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:
5 With them into God's house I went
With voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
The solemn holy days.
6 Oh why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why in me so dismay'd?
Trust God, for I shall praise Him yet,
His count'nance is mine aid.
7 My God, my soul's cast down in me;
Thee therefore mind I will
From Jordan's land, the Hermonites,
And e'en from Mizar's hill.
8 At noise of Thy dread waterspouts,
Deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves pass over me,
Yea, and Thy billows all.
9 Oh why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why thus with grief opprest,
Art thou disquieted in me?
In God still hope and rest:
10 For yet I know I shall Him praise,
Who graciously to me,
The health is of my countenance,
Yea, mine own God is He.
Scotch Version, 1641. a.
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42-II — PSALM 42.
42-IIPSALM 42.C.M.
1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So pants my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
2 For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?
3 I sigh to think of happier days,
When Thou, O Lord, wert nigh:
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.
4 Oh why art thou cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is Thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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43 — PSALM 43.
43PSALM 43.L.M.
1 JUDGE me, O Lord, to Thee I fly,
New foes and fears my spirit try;
Plead Thou my cause, my soul sustain,
And let the wicked rage in vain.
2 The mourner's refuge, Lord, Thou art;
Wilt Thou not take Thy suppliant's part?
Wilt Thou desert, and lay me low,
The scorn of each insulting foe?
3 Send forth Thy light and truth once more,
To Thy blest house my steps restore:
Again Thy presence let me see,
And find my joy in praising Thee.
4 Arise, my soul, and praise Him now;
The Lord is good, be faithful thou:
His nature changes not like thine;
Believe, and soon His face will shine.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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44 — PSALM 44.
44PSALM 44.C.M.
1 OUR ears have heard, O glorious God,
What work Thou didst of old;
And how the heathen felt Thy rod
Our fathers oft have told.
2 'Twas not Thy people's arm or sword,
But only Thy right hand,
Which scatter'd all the race abhorr'd,
And gave Thy tribes their land.
3 Thou hadst a favour to the seed
Which sprang of Jacob's line,
And still on men afore decreed
Doth love electing shine.
4 These shall the heritage obtain,
And drive out every sin
E'en death and hell shall rage in vain,
They must the conquest win.
5 From grace alone their strength shall spring,
Nor bow nor sword can save;
To God alone, their Lord and King,
Shall all their banners wave.
6 Awake, O Lord, of Thine elect,
Achieve Thy great design;
Thy saints from Thee alone expect
Salvation's light to shine.
7 In Thee alone we make our boasts,
And glory all day long;
Arise at once, thou Lord of hosts,
And fill our mouth with song.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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45-I — PSALM 45.
45-IPSALM 45.C.M.
1 THOU that art the mighty One,
Thy sword gird on Thy thigh;
Ev'n with Thy glory excellent,
And with Thy majesty.
2 For meekness, truth and righteousness,
In state ride prosp'rously;
And Thy right hand shall Thee instruct
In things that fearful be.
3 Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart
Of foemen of the King;
And under Thy dominion's rule
The people down do bring.
4 For ever and for ever is,
O God, Thy throne of might;
The sceptre of Thy kingdom is
A sceptre that is right.
5 Thou lovest right, and hatest ill;
For God, Thy God, is He,
Above Thy fellows hath with oil
Of joy anointed Thee.
6 Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia,
A smell Thy garments had,
Out of the ivory palaces
Whereby they made Thee glad.
Scotch Version, 1641, a.
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45-II — PSALM 45.
45-IIPSALM 45.7.6.
1 WITH hearts in love abounding,
Prepare we now to sing
A lofty theme, resounding
Thy praise, Almighty King;
Whose love, rich gifts bestowing,
Redeem'd the human race;
Whose lips, with zeal o'erflowing,
Breathe words of truth and grace.
2 In majesty transcendent,
Gird on Thy conquering sword;
In righteousness resplendent,
Ride on, Incarnate Word.
Ride on, O King Messiah!
To glory and renown;
Pierced by Thy darts of fire,
Be every foe o'erthrown.
3 So reign, O God, in heaven,
Eternally the same,
And endless praise be given
To Thy almighty name.
Clothed in Thy dazzling brightness,
Thy church on earth behold;
In robe of purest whiteness,
In raiment wrought in gold,
4 And let each Gentile nation
Come gladly in Thy train,
To share her great salvation,
And join her grateful strain:
Then ne'er shall note of sadness
Awake the trembling string;
One song of joy and gladness
The ransom'd world shall sing.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
45-III — PSALM 45.
45-IIIPSALM 45.8.7.4.
1 WARM with love, my heart's inditing
Cherish'd thoughts on sacred things;
With my tongue like ready writing,
I'll extol the King of kings;
Of whose glory
Ev'ry saint and angel sings.
2 Thou of all the sons art fairest,
Yea, Thy lips are fill'd with grace;
All Thy fulness, Lord, Thou sharest
'Mongst Thy chosen, ransom'd race;
And in glory
They shall see Thee face to face.
3 O most mighty, O most blessed,
Gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh;
Be Thy Majesty confessed,
Bring Thy blood-bought trophies nigh;
Let Thy glory
All Thy stubborn foes defy.
4 Truth and righteousness, and meekness,
Are the weapons of Thy hand;
All Thy foes shall know their weakness,
None can Jesus' power withstand;
'Tis Thy glory,
Rebels bow at Thy command.
Joseph Irons, 1847, a.
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45-IV — PSALM 45.
45-IVPSALM 45.C.M.
1 HAIL, mighty Jesus! how divine
Is Thy victorious sword!
The stoutest rebel must resign
At Thy commanding word.
2 Deep are the wounds Thy arrows give,
They pierce the hardest heart;
Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,
And joy succeeds to smart.
3 Still gird Thy sword upon Thy thigh,
Ride with majestic sway,
Go forth, sweet Prince, triumphantly,
And make Thy foes obey.
4 And when Thy victories are complete,
When all the chosen race
Shall round the throne of glory meet,
To sing Thy conquering grace,
5 Oh may my humble soul be found
Among that favour'd band!
And I with them Thy praise will sound
Throughout Immanuel's land.
Benjamin Wallin, 1750.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
46-I — PSALM 46.
46-IPSALM 46.L.M.
1 GOD is the refuge of His saints.
When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid.
2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, Thine holy Word,
That all our raging fears controls:
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on His truth, and arm'd with power.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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46-II — PSALM 46.
46-IIPSALM 46.C.M.
1 GOD is our refuge and our strength,
In straits a present aid;
Therefore, although the earth remove,
We will not be afraid.
2 Though hills amidst the seas be cast;
Though waters roaring make,
And troubled be; yea, though the hills
By swelling seas do shake.
3 A river is, whose streams do glad
The city of our God;
The holy place, wherein the Lord
Most high hath His abode.
4 God in the midst of her doth dwell;
Nothing shall her remove:
The Lord to her an helper will,
And that right early, prove.
5 Our God, who is the Lord of hosts,
Is still upon our side;
The God of Jacob, our defence
For ever will abide.
Scotch Version, 1641, a.
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46-III — PSALM 46.
46-IIIPSALM 46.C.M.
1 GOD is our refuge, tried and proved,
Amid a stormy world:
We will not fear though earth be moved,
And hills in ocean hurl'd.
2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake,
Our comforts shall not cease;
The Lord His saints will not forsake;
The Lord will give us peace.
3 A gentle stream of hope and love
To us shall ever flow;
It issues from His throne above,
It cheers His church below.
4 When earth and hell against us came,
He spake, and quell'd their powers;
The Lord of hosts is still the same,
The God of grace is ours.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
47 — PSALM 47.
47PSALM 47.C.M.
1 OH for a shout of sacred joy,
To God, the Sovereign King:
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heavenly guards around
Attend Him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's Joyful sound.
3 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth His honours sing;
O'er all the earth He reigns.
4 Rehearse His praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock Him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
5 In Israel stood His ancient throne;
He loved that chosen race;
But now He calls the world His own,
And heathens taste His grace.
6 The British islands are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known;
While powers and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before His throne.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
48 — PSALM 48.
48PSALM 48.S.M.
1 GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let His praise be great;
He makes His churches His abode,
His most delightful seat.
2 These temples of His grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honour of our native place,
And bulwark of our land.
3 In Zion God is known,
A refuge in distress;
How bright has His salvation shone
Through all her palaces!
4 Oft have our fathers told,
Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where His own sheep have been
5 In every new distress
We'll to His house repair:
We'll think upon His wondrous grace,
And seek deliverance there.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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49 — PSALM 49.
49PSALM 49.C.M.
1 JEHOVAH speaks, let man be awed,
And deep attention give;
Ye sinners, hear the way to God!
Ye dead, arise and live!
2 Trust not in earthly wealth and show,
Vain, vain are they to save;
Gold cannot buy release from woe,
Or ransom from the grave.
3 Worlds cannot reach the mighty price
Of one immortal soul;
No, Lord, Thy blood and sacrifice
Alone can make us whole.
4 In Thee be our salvation sure,
No other wealth we seek;
We're rich in Thee, however poor,
And strong, however weak.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
50 — PSALM 50.
50PSALM 50.C.M.
1 THE Lord, the Judge, before His throne,
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.
2 No more shall bold blasphemers say,
"Judgment will ne'er begin;"
No more abuse His long delay
To impudence and sin.
3 Throned on a cloud our God shall come,
Bright flames prepare His way:
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.
4 Heaven from above His call shall hear,
Attending angels come,
And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.
Isaac Watts, 1719
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51-I — PSALM 51.
51PSALM 51.L.M.
1 SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace:
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning love be found.
3 Oh wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess
Against. Thy law, against Thy grace:
Lord, should Thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd, but Thou art clear.
5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce Thee just in death;
And, if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord;
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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51-II — PSALM 51.
51-IIPSALM 51.L.M.
1 LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're denied in every part.
3 Behold I fall before Thy face,
My only refuge is Thy grace;
No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.
4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
5 Jesus, my God! Thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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51-III — PSALM 51.
51PSALM 51.L.M.
1 O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
3 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near Thy throne,
To plead the merits of Thy Son.
4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
6 Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
7 Oh may Thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
51-IV — PSALM 51.
51-IVPSALM 51.C.M.
1 O GOD of mercy, hear my call,
My load of guilt remove;
Break down this separating wall
That bars me from Thy love.
2 Give me the presence of Thy grace:
Then my rejoicing tongue
Shall speak aloud Thy righteousness,
And make Thy praise my song.
3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,
For sin could e'er atone:
The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.
4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise!
A humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
52 — PSALM 52.
52PSALM 52.C.M.
1 IN vain the powers of darkness try
To work the church's ill,
The Friend of sinners reigns on high,
And checks them at His will.
2 Though mischief in their hearts may dwell,
And on their tongues deceit,
A word of His their pride can quell,
And all their aims defeat.
3 My trust is in His grace alone;
His house shall be my home,
How sweet His mercies past to own,
And hope for more to come.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834
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53 — PSALM 53.
53PSALM 53.C.M.
1 THE foes of Zion quake for fright,
Where no fear was they quail;
For well they know that sword of might
Which cuts through coats of mail.
2 The Lord of old defiled their shields,
And laugh'd their spears to scorn;
Their bones lay scatter'd o'er the field,
By dogs and vultures torn.
3 Let Zion's foes be fill'd with shame;
Her sons are bless'd of God;
Though scoffers now despise their name
The Lord shall break the rod.
4 Oh would our God to Zion turn,
God with salvation clad;
Then Judah's harps should music learn,
And Israel be glad.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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54 — PSALM 54.
54PSALM 54.7.5.7.7.
1 SAVE me by Thy glorious name;
Lord, that name is love,
Help from Thee I humbly claim,
Send it from above;
Hear, oh hear my suppliant voice!
Hear, and bid my heart rejoice.
2 Foes to Christ and every good
Fiercely throng on me;
Soon my soul must be subdued,
Without aid from Thee:
But with Thee to make me strong,
Lord, they shall not triumph long.
3 Lo, He comes, He takes my part,
All my struggles cease,
Rise in praise, my grateful heart,
Bless the Prince of Peace;
God Himself has set me free,
God my worship ever be!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
55 — PSALM 55.
55PSALM 55.C.M.
1 O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries;
Behold my flowing tears;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2 Oh were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
3 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
4 Vain hopes, and vain Inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
5 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If He command their aid.
6 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon His word,
That saints shall never fall.
Isaac Watts 1719.,
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56 — PSALM 56.
56PSALM 56.C.M.
1 GOD counts the sorrows of His saints,
Their groans affect His ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.
2 When to Thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee:
So swift is prayer to reach the sky;
So near is God to me.
3 In Thee, most holy, just and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.
4 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord;
Thou shalt receive my praise:
I'll sing, "How faithful is Thy word;
How righteous all Thy ways!"
5 Thou hast secured my soul from death;
Oh set Thy prisoner free
That heart and hand, and life and breath,
May be employ'd for Thee.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
57 ― PSALM 57.
57 ― PSALM 57. L.M.
1 MY GOD, in whom are all the springs
Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown.
2 Up to the heavens I send my cry;
The Lord will my desires perform;
He sends his angel from the sky,
And saves me from the threat'ning storm.
3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise
Immortal honors to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.
6 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the heav'ns, where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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58 — PSALM 58.
58PSALM 58.L.M.
1 LORD, make my conversation chaste,
And all my understanding purge,
Lest with the wicked throng I haste
And down to hell my pathway urge.
2 They from the womb are all estranged,
The serpent's poison fills each vein,
They're not by wise persuasion changed,
But like the adder deaf remain.
3 As lions' teeth the hunters break;
As angry torrents soon are dry;
So shall Thy bow swift vengeance take
Upon the proud who truth defy.
4 As melts the snail with slimy trail;
As thorns consume in rapid blaze;
Before Thy wrath Thy foes shall fail,
Thy whirlwinds shall their souls amaze.
5 O God, Thou judgest all the earth,
Thy justice cheers my cleansed heart;
Restrain my soul from sinners' mirth,
Lest in their doom I hear a part.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
59 — PSALM 59.
59PSALM 59.7s.
1 I AM hated, Lord, by those
Who Thy holy truth despise;
Save me from my wicked foes,
Lord of hosts, arise, arise!
2 Thou'rt my rock and my defence;
Thou a tower unto Thy saints;
Thee I make my confidence,
Thee I'll trust, though nature faints.
3 Glad Thy mercies will I sing,
All Thy power and love confess;
Thou hast been, O heavenly King,
My safe refuge in distress!
4 Songs with every morning's light,
Lord, shall rise up to Thy throne;
All Thy saints shall praise Thy might,
And Thy mercy shall make known.
William Allen, 1835.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
60 — PSALM 60.
60PSALM 60.L.M.
1 O GOD, Thou hast cast off Thy saints;
Thy face Thou dost in anger hide,
And lo, Thy church for terror faints,
While breaches all her walls divide!
2 Hard things Thou hast upon us laid,
And made us drink most bitter wine;
But still Thy banner we've display'd,
And borne aloft Thy truth divine.
3 Our courage fails not, though the night
No earthly lamp avails to break,
For Thou wilt soon arise in might,
And of our captors captives make.
4 Thy right hand shall Thy people aid;
Thy faithful promise makes us strong;
We will Philistia's land invade,
And over Edom chant the song.
5 In Jesu's name we'll Shechem seize,
And swift divide all Succoth's vale;
E'en Moab's sons shall bow their knees,
And Jesu's conquering sceptre hail.
6 Through Thee we shall most valiant prove,
And tread the foe beneath our feet;
Through Thee our faith shall hills remove,
And small as chaff the mountains beat.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
61-I — PSALM 61.
61-IPSALM 61.S.M.
1 WHEN overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 Oh lead me to the rock
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of Thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within Thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear Thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
61-II — PSALM 61.
61-IIPSALM 61.C.M.
1 HAIL, gracious source of every good,
Our Saviour and defence,
Thou art our glory and our shield,
Our help and confidence.
2 When anxious cares disturb the breast,
When threatening foes are nigh,
To Thee we pour our deep complaint,
To Thee for succour fly.
3 Blest tower of strength, exalted rock,
Whence living waters now,
Jesus our Lord, the only hope
Of fallen man below.
4 To Thee we heavy laden come,
To Thee our sorrows bring;
Oh hear! and save us from the storm,
Beneath Thy sheltering wing.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
62 — PSALM 62.
62PSALM 62.C.M.
1 WHEN dangers press and fears invade,
Oh let us not rely
On man, who, in the balance weigh'd,
Is light as vanity!
2 Riches have wings and fly away;
Health's blooming cheek grows pale;
Vigour and strength must soon decay,
And worldly wisdom fail.
3 But God, our God, is still the same,
As at that solemn hour
When thunders spake His awful name,
His majesty and power.
4 And still sweet mercy's voice is heard,
Proclaiming from above
That good and gracious is the Lord.
And all His works are love.
5 Then trust in God, and God alone,
On Him in faith rely;
For man, and all his works, are known
To be but vanity.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
63-I — PSALM 63.
63-IPSALM 63.C.M.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
3 I've seen Thy glory and Thy power
Through all Thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when Thy richer grace I taste,
And in Thy presence dwell.
5 Not life itself, with all her joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As Thy forgiving love.
6 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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63-II — PSALM 63.
63-IIPSALM 63.C.M.
1 O GOD of love, my God Thou art;
To Thee I early cry;
Refresh with grace my thirsty heart,
For earthly springs are dry.
2 Thy power, Thy glory let me see,
As seen by saints above;
'Tis sweeter, Lord, than life to me,
To share and sing Thy love.
3 I freely yield Thee all my powers,
Yet ne'er my debt can pay;
The thought of Thee at midnight hours
Turns darkness into day.
4 Lord, Thou hast been my help, and Thou
My refuge still shalt be;
Hollow hard Thy footsteps now;—
Oh! when Thy face to see?
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
63-III — PSALM 63.
63-IIIPSALM 63.L.M.
1 O GOD, Thou art my God alone:
Early to Thee my soul shall cry:
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2 Oh that it were as it hath been,
When praying in the holy place,
Thy power and glory I have seen,
And mark'd the footsteps of Thy grace.
3 Yet through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on Thee, my God:
Thy hand unseen upholds my ways;
I safely tread where Thou hast trod.
4 Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light,
Thy guardian wings are round my head.
5 Better than life itself Thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth compared with Thee?
6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice,
For all Thy mercy I will give;
My soul shall still in God rejoice;
My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.
James Montgomery, 1822.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
64 — PSALM 64.
64PSALM 64.8.7.
1 HEAR, O Lord, our supplication;
Let our souls on Thee repose!
Be our refuge, our salvation,
'Mid ten thousand threatening foes.
2 Lord, Thy saints have many troubles,
In their path lies many a snare:
But before Thy breath, like bubbles,
Melt they soon in idle air.
3 Cunning are the foe's devices,
Bitter are his words of gall;
Sin on every side entices;
Lord, conduct us safe through all.
4 Be our foes by Thee confounded,
Let the world Thy goodness see,
While, by might and love surrounded,
We rejoice, and trust in Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
65 — PSALM 65.
65PSALM 65.C.M.
1 GOOD is the Lord, the heav'nly King,
Who makes the earth His care;
Visits the pastures ev'ry spring,
And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers, raised on high,
Pour out at Thy command
Their watery blessings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The soften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to spring;
The valleys rich provision yield,
And the poor labourers sing.
4 The little hills on every side
Rejoice at falling showers;
The meadows, dress'd in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flowers.
5 The various months Thy goodness crowns;
How bounteous are Thy ways!
The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs,
And shepherds shout Thy praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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66-I — PSALM 66.
66-IPSALM 66.C.M.
1 SING, all ye nations to the Lord,
Sing with a joyful noise;
With melody of sound record
His honours and your joys.
2 Say to the power that shakes the sky,
"How terrible art Thou!
Sinners before Thy presence fly,
Or at Thy feet they bow."
3 Oh bless our God and never cease,
Ye saints, fulfil His praise;
He keeps our life, maintains our peace,
And guides our doubtful ways.
4 Lord, Thou hast proved our suffering souls
To make our graces shine;
So silver bears the burning coals,
The metal to refine.
5 Through watery deeps and fiery ways
We march at Thy command;
Led to possess the promised place
By Thine unerring hand.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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66-II — PSALM 66.
66-IIPSALM 66.C.M.
1 O ALL ye lands, rejoice in God,
Sing praises to His name;
Let the whole earth, with one accord,
His wondrous acts proclaim.
2 And let His faithful servants tell,
How by redeeming love,
Their souls are saved from death and hell,
To share the joys above.
3 Tell how the Holy Spirit's grace
Forbids their feet to slide;
And, as they run the Christian race,
Vouchsafes to be their guide.
4 Sing, sing, ye saints, and shout for joy,
Ye ransom'd of the Lord;
Be grateful praise your sweet employ,
His presence your reward.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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67-I — PSALM 67.
67-IPSALM 67.S.M.
1 TO bless Thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline,
And cause the brightness of Thy face
On all Thy saints to shine.
2 That so Thy wondrous way
May through the world be known;
While distant lands their tribute pay,
And Thy salvation own.
3 Let differing nations loin,
Their Saviour to proclaim;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise Thy glorious name.
4 Oh let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth;
For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth.
5 Then God upon our land
Shall constant blessings shower;
And all the world in awe shall stand
Of His resistless power.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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67-II — PSALM 67.
67-IIPSALM 67.7s. 6 lines.
1 GOD of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face;
Shine upon us, Saviour shine,
Fill Thy church with light divine;
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth's remotest end.
2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Saviour King;
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.
3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord,
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessing give;
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy and light and love.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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68-I — PSALM 68.
68-IPSALM 68.C.M.
1 LET God arise, and scattered
Let all His enemies be;
And let all those that do Him hate
Before His presence flee.
2 As smoke is driven so drive Thou them;
As fire melts wax away,
Before God's face let wicked men
So perish and decay.
3 But let the righteous all be glad:
Let them before God's sight
Be very joyful; yea, let them
Rejoice with all their might.
4 To God sing praise, to God sing praise:
Extol Him with your voice,
He rides on heaven, by His name JAH,
Before His face rejoice.
Scotch Version, 1641, a
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68-II — PSALM 68.
68-IIPSALM 68.7s.
1 AS Thy chosen people, Lord,
Once oppress'd, in numbers few,
Trusted to Thy steadfast word,
And a mighty nation grew;
So Thy church on earth begun,
By Thy blessing shall increase,
While the course of time shall run,
Till Messiah's reign of peace.
2 Soon shall every scattered tribe
To her bosom be restored;
Every heart and tongue ascribe
Praise and glory to the Lord;
Militant awhile below
Rest and joy shall soon be given;
Then in rapturous strains shall now
Her triumphant song in heaven.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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68-III — PSALM 68.
68-IIIPSALM 68.L.M.
1 KINGDOMS and thrones to God belong,
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous names and powers rehearse;
His honours shall enrich your verse.
2 Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him bless'd;
He's your defence, your joy, your rest;
When terrors rise and nations faint,
God is the strength of every saint.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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69 — PSALM 69.
69PSALM 69.C.M.
1 LORD, I would stand with thoughtful eye
Beneath Thy fatal tree,
And see Thee bleed, and see Thee die,
And think, "What love to me!"
2 Dwell on the sight, my stony heart,
Till every pulse within
Shall into contrite sorrow start,
And hate the thought of sin.
3 Didst Thou for me, my Saviour, brave
The scoff, the scourge, the gall,
The nails, the thorns, the spear, the grave,
While I deserved them all?
4 Oh help me some return to make,
To yield my heart to Thee,
And do and suffer for Thy sake
As Thou didst then for me.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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70 — PSALM 70.
70PSALM 70.L.M.
1 MAKE haste, O God, my soul to bless!
My help and my deliv'rer Thou;
Make haste, for I'm in deep distress,
My case is urgent; help me now.
2 Make haste, O God, make haste to save!
For time is short, and death is nigh;
Make haste ere yet I'm in my grave,
And with the lost for ever lie.
3 Make haste, for I am poor and low;
And Satan mocks my prayers and tears;
O God, in mercy be not slow.
But snatch me from my horrid fears.
4 Make haste, O God, and hear my cries;
Then with the souls who seek Thy face,
And those who Thy salvation prize,
I'll magnify Thy matchless grace.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 186ft
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71-I — PSALM 71.
71-IPSALM 71.C.M.
1 MY Saviour, my almighty Friend,
When I begin Thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of Thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting trust;
Thy goodness I adore;
And since I knew Thy graces first,
I speak Thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;
And march with courage in Thy strength,
To see my Father God.
4 When I am fill'd with sore distress
For some surprising sin,
I'll plead Thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but Thine.
5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!
My soul redeem'd from sin and hell,
Shall Thy salvation sing.
6 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers;
With this delightful song
I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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71-II — PSALM 71.
71-IIPSALM 71.C.M.
1 MY God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon Thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 Still has my life new wonders seen
Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to Thy care.
3 Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let Thy glory shine,
Whene'er Thy servant dies.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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72-I — PSALM 72.
72-IPSALM 72.L.M.
1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does His successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 For Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest;
And all the sons of want are bless'd.
5 Where He displays His healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more;
In Him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
6 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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72-II — PSALM 72.
72-IIPSALM 72.7s.
1 HASTEN, Lord, the glorious time,
When, beneath Messiah's sway,
Every nation, every clime,
Shall the gospel's call obey.
2 Then shall wars and tumults cease,
Then be banish'd grief and pain;
Righteousness, and joy, and peace,
Undisturb'd shall ever reign.
3 As when soft and gentle showers
Fall upon the thirsty plain,
Springing grass and blooming flowers
Clothe the wilderness again;
4 So Thy Spirit shall descend,
Soft'ning every stony heart,
And His sweetest influence lend,
All that's lovely to impart.
5 Time shall sun and moon obscure,
Seas be dried, and rocks be riven,
But His reign shall still endure,
Endless as the days of heaven.
6 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord,
Ever praise His glorious name;
All His mighty acts record,
All His wondrous love proclaim.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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73-I — PSALM 73.
73-IPSALM 73.L.M.
1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine.
2 But, oh their end! their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.
3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again;
There they may stand with naughty eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless pain.
4 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes:
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.
5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
My life, my portion, and my God.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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73-II — PSALM 73.
73-IIPSALM 73.C.M.
1 GOD, my supporter and my hope,
My help for ever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.
2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;
Thy hand conduct me near Thy seat,
To dwell before Thy face.
3 Were I in heaven without my God
'Twould be no joy to me;
And whilst this earth is mine abode,
I long for none but Thee.
4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?
God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of every saint.
5 Still to draw near to Thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My tongue shall sound Thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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73-III — PSALM 73.
73-IIIPSALM 73.C.M.
1 WHOM have we, Lord, in heaven but Thee,
And whom on earth beside;
Where else for succour shall we flee,
Or in whose strength confide?
2 Thou art our portion here below,
Our promised bliss above;
Ne'er can our souls an object know
So precious as Thy love.
3 When heart and flesh, O Lord, shall fail,
Thou wilt our spirits cheer;
Support us through life's thorny vale,
And calm each anxious fear.
4 Yes, Thou, our only guide through life,
Shalt help and strength supply;
Support us in death's fearful strife,
Then welcome us on high.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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74 — PSALM 74.
74PSALM 74.C.M.
1 OF every earthly stay bereft,
Beset by many an ill,
One hope, one precious hope is left,
The Lord is faithful still.
2 His church, through every past alarm
In Him has found a Friend;
And, Lord, on Thine almighty arm
We now for all depend.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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75 — PSALM 75.
75PSALM 75.8.8.6.
1 THAT Thou, O Lord, art ever nigh,
Though veil'd in awful majesty,
Thy mighty works declare;
Thy hand this earthly frame upholds,
Thine eye the universe beholds
With providential care.
2 Thou settest up, and pullest down;
To Thee the monarch owes his crown,
The conqueror his wreath;
In Thee all creatures live and move;
Thou reign'st supreme in heaven above,
And in the earth beneath.
3 Great King of kings, and Lord of lords,
Whose hand chastises and rewards,
Thee only we adore;
To Thee the voice of praise shall rise,
In hallelujahs to the skies,
When time shall be no more.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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76 — PSALM 76.
76PSALM 76.S.M.
1 GOD in His church is known,
His name is glorious there;
He there sets up His earthly throne,
And hears His people's prayer.
2 The powers of death and hell
In vain her peace oppose;
A word of His the storm can quell,
And scatter all her foes.
3 The Lord to judgment came;
Earth trembled and was still:
'Tis His, 'tis His, the proud to tame,
And shield the meek from ill.
4 The fury of His foes
Fulfils but His decree:
Ye saints, on Him your hopes repose,
And He your strength will be.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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77 — PSALM 77.
77PSALM 77.C.M.
1 WILL God for ever cast us off;
His love return no more?
His promise, will it never give
Its comfort as before?
2 Can His abundant love forget
Its wonted aids to bring?
Has He in wrath shut up and seal'd
His mercy's healing spring?
3 I'll call to mind His works of old,
The wonders of His might;
On them my heart shall meditate,
Them shall my tongue recite.
4 Thy people, Lord, long since have Thee
A God of wonders found:
Long since hast Thou Thy chosen seed
With strong deliverance crown'd.
Tate and Brady, 1696, a.
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78 — PSALM 78.
78PSALM 78.C.M., Double.
1 OH praise our great and gracious Lord,
And call upon His name;
To strains of joy tune every chord,
His mighty acts proclaim.
Tell how He led His chosen race
To Canaan's promised land;
Tell how His covenant of grace,
Unchanged shall ever stand.
2 He gave the shadowing cloud by day,
The moving fire by night;
To guide His Israel on their way,
He made their darkness light.
And have not we a sure retreat,
A Saviour ever nigh?
The same clear light to guide our feet,
The day-spring from on high?
3 We, too, have manna from above,
"The bread that came from heaven;"
To us the same kind hand of love
Hath living waters given.
A rock we have from whence the spring
In rich abundance flows;
"That rock is Christ," our Priest, our King,
Who life and health bestows.
4 Oh let us prize this blessed food,
And trust our heavenly Guide;
So shall we find death's fearful flood
Serene as Jordan's tide;
And safely reach that happy shore,
The land of peace and rest,
Where angels worship and adore,
In God's own presence bless'd.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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79 — PSALM 79.
79PSALM 79.S.M.
1 THOU gracious God, and kind,
Oh cast our sins away;
Nor call our former guilt to mind,
Thy justice to display.
2 Thy tenderest mercies show,
Thy richest grace prepare,
Ere yet, with guilty fears laid low,
We perish in despair.
3 Save us from guilt and shame,
Thy glory to display;
And for the great Redeemer's name,
Wash all our sins away.
4 So we Thy flock, Thy choice,
The people of Thy love,
Through life shall in Thy care rejoice;
But praise Thee best above.
William Goode, 1811
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80 — PSALM 80.
80PSALM 80.L.M.
1 GREAT Shepherd of Thine Israel
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And ledd'st the tribes, Thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep:
2 Thy church is in the desert now;
Shine from on high, and guide us through;
Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore;
We shall be saved, and sigh no more.
3 Great God! whom heavenly hosts obey,
How long shall we lament and pray,
And wait in vain Thy kind return?
How long shall Thy fierce anger burn?
4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread,
Thy saints with their own tears are fed:
Turn us to Thee, Thy love restore,
We shall be saved, and sigh no more.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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81 — PSALM 81.
81PSALM 81.C.M.
1 O GOD our strength, to Thee the song
With grateful hearts we raise;
To Thee, and Thee alone belong
All worship, love, and praise.
2 In trouble's dark and stormy hour
Thine ear hath heard our prayer,
And graciously Thine arm of power
Hath saved us from despair.
3 And Thou, O ever gracious Lord,
Wilt keep Thy promise still,
If, meekly hearkening to Thy word,
We seek to do Thy will.
4 Led by the light Thy grace imparts,
Ne'er may we bow the knee
To idols which our wayward hearts
Set up instead of Thee.
5 So shall Thy choicest gifts, O Lord,
Thy faithful people bless,
For them shall earth its stores afford,
And heaven its happiness.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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82 — PSALM 82.
82PSALM 82.C.M.
1 THE kings of earth are in the hands
Of God who reigns on high;
He in their council-chamber stands,
And sees with watchful eye.
2 Though foolish princes tyrants prove,
And tread the godly down;
Though earth's foundations all remove;
He weareth still the crown.
3 They proudly boast a godlike birth,
In death like men they fall;
Arise. O God, and judge the earth,
And role the nations all.
4 When shall Thy Son, the Prince of Peace,
Descend with glorious power?
Then only shall oppression cease:
Oh, haste the welcome hour.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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83 — PSALM 83.
83PSALM 83.L.M.
1 O GOD, be Thou no longer still,
Thy foes are leagued against Thy law;
Make bare Thine arm on Zion's hill,
Great Captain of our Holy War.
2 As Amalek and Ishmael
Had war for ever with Thy seed,
So all the hosts of Rome and hell
Against Thy Son their armies lead.
3 Though they're agreed in nought beside.
Against Thy truth they all unite;
They rave against the Crucified,
And hate the gospel's growing might
4 By Kishon's brook all Jabin's band
At Thy rebuke were swept away;
O Lord, display Thy mighty hand,
A single stroke shall win the day.
5 Come, rushing wind, the stubble chase I
Come, sacred fire, the forest burn!
Come, Lord, with all Thy conquering grace,
Rebellious hearts to Jesus turn!
6 That men may know at once that Thou,
Jehovah, lovest truth right well;
And that Thy church shall never bow
Before the boastful gates of hell.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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84-I — PSALM 84.
84-IPSALM 84.L.M.
1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, Thy dwellings are I
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet the assemblies of Thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in Thine abode,
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God I my Ring! why should I be
So far from all my joys and Thee?
3 Bless'd are the saints who sit on high
Around Thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Bless'd are the souls that find a place
Within the temple of Thy grace;
There they behold Thy gentler rays,
And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise.
5 Bless'd are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their strength, and through the road,
They lean upon their helper, God.
6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength.
Till all shall meet in heaven at length.
Till all before Thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
Isaac Watts, 1719
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84-II — PSALM 84.
84-IIPSALM 84.L.M.
1 GREAT God, attend while Sion sings
The joy that from Thy presence springs;
To spend one day with Thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within Thy house, O God of grace!
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power,
Should tempt my feet to leave Thy door.
3 God is our sun, He makes our day;
God is our shield, He guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without and foes within.
4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too;
He gives us all things, and withholds
No real good from upright souls.
5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious hosts of heaven obey,
And devils at Thy presence flee;
Bless'd is the man that trusts in Thee.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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84-III — PSALM 84.
84-IIIPSALM 84.148th.
1 LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
The dwellings of Thy love,
Thy earthly temples are I
To Thine abode,
My heart aspires
With warm desires,
To see my God.
2 O happy souls that pray
Where God appoints to hear I
O happy men that pay
Their constant service there I
They praise Thee still;
And happy they
That love the way
To Zion's hill.
3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in heaven appears:
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet.
4 To spend one sacred day,
Where God and saints abide,
Affords diviner joy
Than thousand days beside:
Where God resorts,
I love it more
To keep the door
Than shine in courts.
5 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts His hands are fill'd;
We draw our blessings thence;
He shall bestow
On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace
And glory too.
6 The Lord His people loves;
His hand no good withholds
From those His heart approves,
From pure and pious souls:
Thrice happy he,
O God of hosts,
Whose spirit trusts
Alone in Thee.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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85 — PSALM 85.
85PSALM 85.L.M.
1 SALVATION is for ever nigh
The souls that fear and trust the Lord
And grace, descending from on high,
Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.
2 Mercy and truth on earth are met,
Since Christ the Lord came down from heaven;
By His obedience, so complete,
Justice is pleased, and peace is given.
3 Now truth and honour shall abound,
Religion dwell on earth again;
And heavenly influence bless the ground
In our Redeemer's gentle reign.
4 His righteousness is gone before,
To give us free access to God;
Our wandering feet shall stray no more,
But mark His steps, and keep the road.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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86 — PSALM 86.
86PSALM 86.L.M.
1 THY listening ear, O Lord, incline:
Hear me, my God, 'distresse'd and weak I
Preserve my soul, for I am Thine;
Oh save me, for Thine aid I seek!
2 To Thee ascend my daily cries:
Hear, Lord, in mercy hear my voice!
To Thee my soul for comfort flies,
Oh bid Thy servant's soul rejoice.
3 'Tis Thine in goodness to abound;
'Tis Thine to pity and forgive;
'Tis Thine to heal the bleeding wound,
And grant the plaintive soul to live.
4 Hear, O Jehovah, when I pray!
Attend my voice, my suppliant cry!
I call Thee in affliction's day,
For Thou wilt listen, Thou reply.
5 And Thee my heart shall still extol,
Thy goodness chant, Thy praises tell:
For large Thy love; and Thou ray soul
Hast rescued from the lowest hell.
Richard Mant, 1824.
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87 — PSALM 87.
87PSALM 87.L.M.
1 GOD in His earthly temple lays
Foundations for His heavenly praise;
He likes the tents of Jacob well,
But still in Zion loves to dwell.
2 His mercy visits every house
That pay their night and morning vows;
But makes a more delightful stay
Where churches meet to praise and pray.
3 What glories were described of old I
What wonders are of Zion told I
Thou city of our God below,
Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know!
4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew,
Shall there begin their lives anew:
Angels and men shall join to sing
The hill where living waters spring.
5 When God makes up His last account
Of natives in His holy mount,
'Twill be an honour to appear
As one new-born or nourish'd there.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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88 — PSALM 88.7.
88PSALM 88.7.6.
1 LORD God of my salvation,
To Thee, to Thee. I cry;
Oh let my supplication
Arrest Thine ear on high.
Distresses round me thicken,
My life draws nigh the grave;
Descend, O Lord, to quicken,
Descend my soul to save.
2 Thy wrath lies hard upon me,
Thy billows o'er me roll,
My friends all seem to shun me,
And foes beset my soul.
Where'er on earth I turn me,
No comforter is near;
Wilt Thou too, Father, spurn me?
Wilt Thou refuse to hear?
3 No I banish'd and heart-broken
My soul still clings to Thee;
The promise Thou hast spoken
Shall still my refuge be.
So present ills and terrors
My future joy increase,
And scourge me from my errors
To duty, hope, and peace.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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89-I — PSALM 89.
89-IPSALM 89.C.M.
1 MY never-ceasing songs shall show
The mercies of the Lord,
And make succeeding ages know
How faithful is His word.
2 The sacred truths His lips pronounce
Shall firm as heaven endure;
And if He speak a promise once,
The eternal grace is sure.
3 How long the race of David held
The promised Jewish throne!
But there's a nobler covenant seal'd
To David's greater Son.
4 His seed for ever shall possess
A throne above the skies;
The meanest subject of His grace
Shall to that glory rise.
5 Lord God of hosts, Thy wondrous ways
Are sung by saints above;
And saints on earth their honours raise
To Thine unchanging love.
Isaac Watts, 1719
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89-II — PSALM 89.
89-IIPSALM 89.C.M.
1 O GREATLY bless'd the people are
The joyful sound that know;
In brightness of Thy face, O Lord,
They ever on shall go.
2 They in Thy name shall all the day
Rejoice exceedingly;
And in Thy righteousness shall they
Exalted be on high.
3 Because the glory of their strength
Doth only stand in Thee;
And in Thy favour shall our horn
And power exalted be.
4 For God is our defence; and He
To us doth safety bring:
The Holy One of Israel
Is our almighty King.
Scotch Version, 1641.
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90 — PSALM 90.
90PSALM 90.C.M.
1 OUR God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!
2 Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
6 Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.
7 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home!
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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91-I — PSALM 91.
91-IPSALM 91.L.M.
1 HE that hath made his refuge God
Shall find a most secure abode,
Shall walk all day beneath His shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.
2 Then will I say, "My God, Thy power
Shall be my fortress and my tower:
I, that am form'd of feeble dust,
Make Thine almighty arm my trust."
3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care
Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare;
Satan, the fowler, who betrays
Unguarded souls a thousand ways.
4 Just as a hen protects her brood,
From birds of prey that seek their blood,
Under her feathers, so the Lord
Makes His own arm His people's guard.
5 If vapours, with malignant breath,
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
Israel is safe; the poison'd air
Grows pure, if Israel's God be there.
6 What though a thousand at thy side,
At thy right hand, ten thousand died,
Thy God His chosen people saves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.
7 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord
To strike His saints among the rest,
Their very pains and deaths are blest.
8 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring Thy children, Lord, to Thee.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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91-II — PSALM 91.
91-IIPSALM 91.C.M.
1 THERE is a safe and secret place,
Beneath the wings divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace,
Oh, be that refuge mine!
2 The least, the feeblest there may hide
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
He rests secure in God.
3 The angels watch him on his way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.
4 He feeds in pastures large and fair,
Of love and truth divine,
O child of God, O Glory's heir,
How rich a lot is thine!
5 A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honour'd life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all I
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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91-III — PSALM 91.
91-IIIPSALM 91.C.M.
1 YE sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come make the Lord your dwelling-place
And try, and trust His care.
2 He'll give His angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.
3 "Because on Me they set their love,
I'll save them," saith the Lord;
"I'll bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.
4 "My grace shall answer when they call;
In trouble I'll be nigh;
My power shall help them when they fall,
And raise them when they die.
5 "Those that on earth My name have known
I'll honour them in heaven;
There My salvation shall be shown,
And endless life be given."
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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92-I — PSALM 92.
92-IPSALM 92.L.M.
1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing,
To show Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast;
Oh may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep Thy counsels, how divine I
4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high;
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;
Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath
Blast them in everlasting death.
5 But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
6 Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.
7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desired or wish'd below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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92-II — PSALM 92.
92-IIPSALM 92.L.M.
1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by Thine hand:
Let me within Thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.
2 There grow Thy saints in faith and love,
Bless'd with Thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon with all its trees
Yields such a comely sight as these.
3 The plants of grace shall ever live;
Nature decays, but grace must thrive;
Time, that doth all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish strong and fair.
4 Laden with fruits of age, they show
The Lord is holy, just, and true;
None that attend His gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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93 — PSALM 93.
93PSALM 93.L.M.
1 JEHOVAH reigns; He dwells in light,
Girded with majesty and might;
The world created by His hands,
Still on its first foundation stands.
2 But ere this spacious world was made,
Or had its first foundations laid,
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Thyself the ever-living God.
3 Like floods the angry nations rise.
And aim their rage against the skies;
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high I
At Thy rebuke the billows die.
4 For ever shall Thy throne endure;
Thy promise stands for ever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of Thy grace.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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94 — PSALM 94.
94PSALM 94.L.M.
1 CAN guilty man, indeed, believe
That He, who made and knows the heart,
Shall not the oppressor's crimes perceive,
Nor take His injured servants' part?
2 Shall He who, with transcendent skill,
Fashion'd the eye and form'd the ear;
Who modell'd nature to His will,
Shall He not see? Shall He not hear?
3 Shall He, who framed the human mind,
And bade its kindling spark to glow,
Who all its varied powers combined,
Oh, mortal, say—shall He not know?
4 Vain hope I His eye at once surveys
Whatever fills creation's space;
He sees our thoughts, and marks our ways,
He knows no bounds of time and place.
5 Surrounded by His saints, the Lord
Shall arm'd with holy vengeance come;
To each his final lot award,
And seal the sinner's fearful doom.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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95-I — PSALM 95.
95-IPSALM 95.C.M.
1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in His strength rejoice;
When His salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach His awful sight,
And psalms of honour sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.
3 Come, and with humble souls adore
Come, kneel before His face;
Oh may the creatures of His power
Be children of His grace!
4 Now is the time; He bends His ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest He rouse His wrath and swear,
"Ye shall not see My rest."
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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95-II — PSALM 95.
95-IIPSALM 95.S.M.
1 COME, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
2 He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are His works, and not our own;
He form'd us by His word.
4 To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.
5 But if your ears refuse
The language of His grace,
And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews,
That unbelieving race:
6 The Lord in vengeance dress'd.
Will lift His hand and swear,
"You that despise My promised rest
Shall have no portion there."
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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95-III — PSALM 95.
95-IIIPSALM 95.L.M.
1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing;
Give thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Yea, let us stand before His face
To thank Him for His matchless grace;
To Him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to His name belongs.
3 For God, the Lord, enthroned in state,
Is with unrivall'd glory great:
The strength of earth is in His hand,
He made the sea, and fix'd the land.
4 Oh, let us to His courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord our Maker fall.
Tate and Brady, 1696, a.
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96 — PSALM 96.
96PSALM 96.C.M.
1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discover'd grace demands
A new and nobler song.
2 Say to the nations, "Jesus reigns,
God's own Almighty Son;
His power the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds His throne."
3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day;
Joy through the earth be seen:
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
4 Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea:
Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise,
Prepare the Lord His way:
5 Behold He comes! He comes to bless
The nations as their God;
To show the world His righteousness,
And send His truth abroad.
6 But when His voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread
To see their Judge appear!
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
97 — PSALM 97.
97PSALM 97.L.M.
1 JEHOVAH reigns! O earth, rejoice;
Ye ransom'd isles, exalt your voice:
Make every hill and vale around
Responsive to the welcome sound
2 Though far removed from mortal eye,
He reigns in glorious majesty;
Himself in awful clouds conceal'd,
His truth, His justice stands reveal'd.
3 Yes, Jesus reigns! the gospel's light
Beams with mild radiance on our sight;
And fallen man, redeem'd, forgiven,
May lift his heart, his hopes to heaven.
4 Oh, then, obey His sacred Word,
All ye who love and fear the Lord;
Go, publish through His wide domains
The glorious truth, Jehovah reigns!
Harriett Auber, 1829.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
98 — PSALM 98.
98PSALM 98.C.M.
1 SING to the Lord a new-made song,
Who wondrous things has done;
With His right hand and holy arm
The conquest He has won.
2 The Lord has through th' astonish'd world
Display'd His saving might,
And made His righteous acts appear
In all the heathen's sight.
3 Of Israel's house His love and truth
Have ever mindful been;
Wide earth's remotest parts the power
Of Israel's God have seen.
4 Let therefore earth's inhabitants
Their cheerful voices raise,
And all with universal joy
Resound their Maker's praise.
5 Clap, clap your hands, ye rolling floods,
And toss your waves on high;
And all ye hills, with all your woods,
Shout to the echoing sky.
6 Jehovah comes, He takes His state,
He comes to judge mankind:
On his high throne shall justice wait,
And truth His sentence bind.
First four Verses, Tate and Brady, 1698.
Last two, Richard Mant, 1824.
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99 — PSALM 99.
99PSALM 99.7s.
1 REIGNS Jehovah, King supreme,
Let the nations own His sway!
Throned between the cherubim,
Prostrate let the earth obey!
2 High exalt Jehovah's name,
Fall in worship at His feet;
Wide our God's renown proclaim,
Holy is Jehovah's seat.
3 Loud Jehovah's praise recount,
Spread His glorious name abroad,
Worship on His holy mount:
Holy is Jehovah God.
Richard Mant, 1824
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100-I — PSALM 100.
100-IPSALM 100.L.M.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create and He destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men,
And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again.
3 We are His people, we His care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name?
4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is Thy command;
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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100-II — PSALM 100.
100-IIPSALM 100.L.M.
1 ALL people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell;
Come ye before Him and rejoice.
2 Know that the Lord is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His flock, He doth us feed;
And for His sheep He doth us take.
3 O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto:
Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
4 For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.
William Kethe, 1562.
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100-III — PSALM 100.
100-IIIPSALM 100.L.M.
1 WITH one consent let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay with awful mirth,
And sing before Him songs of praise.
2 Convinced that He is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed;
We, whom He chooses for His own,
The flock that He vouchsafes to feed.
3 O enter then His temple-gate,
Thence to His courts devoutly press,
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still His name with praises bless.
4 For He's the Lord, supremely good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
Tate and Brady, 1698.
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100-IV — PSALM 100.
100-IVPSALM 100.L.M.
1 YE nations round the earth, rejoice
Before the Lord, your sovereign King,
Serve Him with cheerful heart and voice,
With all your tongues His glory sing.
2 The Lord is God; 'tis He alone
Doth life, and breath, and being give:
We are His work, and not our own,
The sheep that on His pastures live.
3 Enter His gates with songs of joy,
With praises to His courts repair;
And make it your divine employ
To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is His grace, His mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.
Isaac Watts, 17, 19.
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101 — PSALM 101.
101PSALM 101.C.M.
1 LORD, when I lift my voice to Thee,
To whom all praise belongs,
Thy justice and Thy love shall be
The subject of my songs.
2 Let wisdom o'er my heart preside,
To lead my steps aright,
And make Thy perfect law my guide,
Thy service my delight.
3 All sinful ways I will abhor,
All wicked men forsake;
And only those who love Thy law
For my companions take.
4 Lord! that I may not go astray,
Thy constant grace impart;
When wilt Thou come to point my way,
And fix my roving heart?
William Hiley Bathurst, 1831.
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102-I — PSALM 102.
102-IPSALM 102.C.M.
1 HEAR me, O God, nor hide Thy face,
But answer, lest I die;
Hast Thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke,
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dried, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.
3 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel Thy frown;
Lord, 'twas Thy hand advanced me high,
Thy hand hath cast me down.
4 But Thou for ever art the same,
O my eternal God!
Ages to come shall know Thy name,
And spread Thy works abroad.
5 Thou wilt arise and show Thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond the appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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102-II — PSALM 102.
102-IIPSALM 102.C.M.
1 THOU shalt arise, and mercy have
Upon Thy Sion yet;
The time to favour her is come,
The time that Thou hast set.
2 For in her rubbish and her stones
Thy servants pleasure take;
Yea, they the very dust thereof
Do favour for her sake.
3 So shall the heathen people fear
The Lord's most holy name;
And all the kings on earth shall dread
Thy glory and Thy fame.
4 When Sion by the mighty Lord
Built up again shall be,
Then shall her gracious God appear
In glorious majesty.
Scotch Version, 1641, a.
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103-I — PSALM 103.
103-IPSALM 103.S.M.
1 MY soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise;
So ready to abate.
2 God will not always chide;
And when His strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
3 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His power subdues our sins;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
5 The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear His name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
6 He knows we are but dust,
Scatter'd with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
7 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour
8 But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find,
Thy words of promise sure.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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103-II — PSALM 103.
103-IIPSALM 103.S.M.
1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless His name,
Whose favours are divine.
2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let His mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis He forgives thy sins;
'Tis He relieves thy pain;
'Tis He that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love.
When ransom'd from the grave;
He that redeem'd my soul from hell
Hath sovereign power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good,
He gives the sufferers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud
And justice for the oppress'd.
6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His beloved Son.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
103-III — PSALM 103.
103-IIIPSALM 103.8.7.4.
1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring!
Ransom'd, heal'd, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing!
Praise Him! praise Him.
Praise the everlasting King!
2 Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress!
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless!
Praise Him! praise Him,
Glorious in His faithfulness!
3 Father-like He tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise Him! praise Him,
Widely as His mercy flows.
4 Frail as summer's flower we flourish;
Blows the wind, and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise Him! praise Him,
Praise the High Eternal One.
5 Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Praise Him! praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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104 — PSALM 104.
104PSALM 104.10s. 11s.
1 OH worship the King,
All glorious above;
Oh gratefully sing
His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of Days,
Pavilion'd in splendour,
And girded with praise.
2 Oh tell of His might,
Oh sing of His grace.
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy, space;
Whose chariots of wrath
Deep thunder-clouds form;
And dark is His path
On the wings of the storm.
3 The earth with Its store
Of wonders untold,
Almighty! Thy power
Hath founded of old;
Hath stablish'd it fast
By a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast,
Like a mantle, the sea.
4 Thy bountiful care
What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light,
It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils
In the dew and the rain.
5 Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender,
How firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!
6 O measureless might!
Ineffable love!
While angels delight
To hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration
Shall lisp to Thy praise.
Sir Robert Grant, 1839.
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105 — PSALM 105.
105PSALM 105.C.M.
1 OH render thanks and bless the Lord;
Invoke His sacred name;
Acquaint the nations with His deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim.
2 Sing to His praise in lofty hymns,
His wondrous works rehearse;
Make them the theme of your discourse,
And subject of your verse.
3 Rejoice in His Almighty name,
Alone to be adored;
And let their hearts o'erflow with joy
That humbly seek the Lord.
4 Seek ye the Lord, His saving strength
Devoutly still implore;
And where He's ever present seek
His face for evermore.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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105 — PSALM 105.
105PSALM 105.C.M.
1 OH render thanks and bless the Lord;
Invoke His sacred name;
Acquaint the nations with His deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim.
2 Sing to His praise in lofty hymns,
His wondrous works rehearse;
Make them the theme of your discourse,
And subject of your verse.
3 Rejoice in His Almighty name,
Alone to be adored;
And let their hearts o'erflow with joy
That humbly seek the Lord.
4 Seek ye the Lord, His saving strength
Devoutly still implore;
And where He's ever present seek
His face for evermore.
Tate and Brady, 1696.
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106-I — PSALM 106.
106-IPSALM 106.L.M.
1 OH render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall for ever last.
2 Who can His mighty deeds express,
Not only vast but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise.
3 Extend to me that favour, Lord,
Thou to Thy chosen dost afford:
When Thou return'st to set them free,
Let Thy salvation visit me.
4 Oh may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity!
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count Thy people's triumph mine
Tate and Brady, 1696
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106-II — PSALM 106.
106-IIPSALM 106.S.M.
1 GOD of eternal love,
How fickle are our ways!
And yet how oft did Israel prove
Thy constancy of grace!
2 They saw Thy wonders wrought,
And then Thy praise they sung;
But soon Thy works of power forgot,
And murmur'd with their tongue.
3 Now they believe His Word,
While rocks with rivers flow;
Now with their lusts provoke the Lord,
And He reduced them low.
4 Yet when they mourn'd their faults,
He hearken'd to their groans;
Brought His own covenant to his thoughts,
And call'd them still His sons.
5 Their names were in His book;
He saved them from their foes:
Oft He chastised, but ne'er forsook
The people that He chose.
6 Let Israel bless the Lord,
Who loved their ancient race;
And Christians join the solemn word,
Amen, to all the praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719
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107-I — PSALM 107.
107-IPSALM 107.Song I. 7s.
1 O GIVE thanks unto the Lord,
Praise His name with one accord;
Tell the wonders of His power,
Praise His goodness every hour.
2 Let His ransom'd church begin,
Whom He hath redeem'd from sin,
Gather'd from the east and west,
North and south, to enter rest.
3 Through the wilderness they stray,
In a solitary way;
Hungry, thirsty, tried and faint;
God attends to their complaint.
4 Led by Him from day to day,
Right, although mysterious way,
To His city they shall come,
Habitation, rest, and home.
5 Oh that men would praise the Lord,
While His goodness they record;
All His wondrous works rehearse,
Who redeem'd them from the curse.
Joseph Irons, 1847.
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107-II — PSALM 107.
107-IIPSALM 107.C.M.
1 HOW are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne
High on the broken wave,
They know Thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to Thy will!
The sea that roars at Thy command,
At Thy command is still.
5 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness we adore;
We praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
6 Our life, while Thou preservest life,
A sacrifice shall be;
And death, when death shall be our lot,
Shall join our souls to Thee.
Joseph Addison, 1712.
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108 — PSALM 108.
108PSALM 108.C.M.
1 O GOD, my heart is fully bent
To magnify Thy name;
My tongue with cheerful songs of praise
Shall celebrate Thy fame.
2 To all the listening tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell;
And to those nations sing Thy praise
That round about us dwell.
3 Because Thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heaven transcends;
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.
4 Be Thou, O God, exalted high
Above the starry frame:
And let the world, with one consent,
Confess Thy glorious name.
Tate and Brady, 1696
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109 — PSALM 109.
109PSALM 109.L.M.
1 STRANGER and pilgrim here below,
I turn for refuge, Lord, to Thee;
Thou know'st my every want and woe;
Oh, smite my foes, and rescue me!
2 Thy name is love; for that name's sake
Sustain and cheer my sinking soul;
Low as I am, and poor, and weak,
One word of Thine can make me whole.
3 Help, Lord! let all my foes perceive,
'Tis Thine to comfort or condemn;
With Thee to bless me and relieve,
I little heed reproach from men.
4 Arise then, on my soul arise;
Thy sheltering wings around me cast:
And all that now afflicts or tries
Shall work my peace, O Lord, at last.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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110 — PSALM 110.
110PSALM 110.7s.
1 JESUS, Lord, to Thee we sing,
Thee our Saviour, Priest, and King,
Who our guilt and woes sustained.
And the cup of vengeance drain'd:
Now Thou sitt'st enthroned on high,
Crown'd with power and victory;
All Thy foes shall prostrate fall,
Every nation hear Thy call.
2 As at morning's youthful hour,
Dewdrops gem each leaf and flower,
So, O Lord, our sons unborn,
Shall Thy crowded courts adorn;
Gladly own Thee for their King,
Gladly free-will offerings bring,
Till Thy spreading empire prove
Boundless as Thy wondrous love.
Harriett Auber, 1829.
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111 — PSALM 111.
111PSALM 111.8.7.
1 PRAISE the Lord; with exultation
My whole heart my Lord shall praise
'Midst the upright congregation,
Loftiest hallelujahs raise.
2 All His works are great and glorious,
Saints review them with delight;
His redemption all victorious
We remember day and night.
3 Meat He gives to those who fear Him,
Of His covenant mindful still;
Wise are those who much revere Him,
And rejoice to do His will.
4 For His grace stands fast for ever,
His decrees the saints secure;
From His oath He turneth never,
Every promise standeth sure,
5 Therefore be His praise unceasing,
Be His name for ever blest;
And with confidence increasing,
Let us on His promise rest.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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112 — PSALM 112.
112PSALM 112.8.7.4.
1 BLESSED is the man that feareth,
And delighteth in the Lord;
Wealth, the wealth which truly cheereth,
God shall give him for reward;
And his children,
Shall be blest around his board.
2 He shall not be moved for ever,
Though with evil tidings tried;
Nought from God his faith shall sever,
Fix'd his heart shall still abide;
For believers
Are secured on every side.
3 To the upright light arises,
Darkness soon gives place to day;
While the man who truth despises,
And refuses to obey,
In a moment.
Cursed of God, shall melt away.
4 Therefore let us praise Jehovah,
Sound His glorious name on high,
Sing His praises, and moreover
By our actions magnify
Our Redeemer,
Who by blood has brought us nigh.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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113 — PSALM 113.
113PSALM 113.7s.
1 HALLELUJAH! Raise, oh raise
To our God the song of praise!
All His servants join to sing,
God our Saviour and our King.
2 Blessed be for evermore
That dread name which we adore:
Round the world His praise be sung,
Through all lands, in every tongue.
3 O'er all nations God alone,
Higher than the heavens His throne;
Who is like to God most high,
Infinite in majesty?
4 Yet to view the heavens He bends;
Yea, to earth He condescends;
Passing by the rich and great,
For the low and desolate.
5 He can raise the poor to stand
With the princes of the land;
Wealth upon the needy shower;
Set the meanest high in power.
6 He the broken spirit cheers,
Turns to joy the mourner's tears;
Such the wonders of His ways;
Praise His name—for ever praise.
Josiah Conder, 1837.
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114 — PSALM 114.
114PSALM 114.C.M.
1 WHEN forth from Egypt's trembling strand
The tribes of Israel sped,
And Jacob in the stranger's land
Departing banners spread;
2 Then One, amid their thick array
His kingly dwelling made,
And all along the desert way
Their guiding sceptre sway'd.
3 The sea beheld, and struck with dread,
Roll'd all its billows back;
And Jordan, through his deepest bed,
Reveal'd their destined track.
4 What ail'd thee, O thou mighty seat
Why roll'd thy waves in dread?
What bade thy tide, O Jordan, flee
And bare its deepest bed?
5 O earth, before the Lord, the God
Of Jacob, tremble still:
Who makes the waste a water'd sod,
The flint a gushing rill.
George Burgess, 1839.
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115 — PSALM 115.
115PSALM 115.6.6.8.6.8.8.
1 ALL glory be to Thee,
Who dwellest high in heaven;
Not to a feeble child of clay
Be praise or worship given:
Thy hand the mightiest can o'erthrow,
And dash their every idol low.
2 All glory, Lord, be Thine,
Our fortress and our shield:
Whose arm upholds Thine Israel,
And strengthens for the field:
In Thee Thy faithful people trust,
And lay the proudest in the dust.
3 Blest by Thy favour, Lord,
No foe can work us ill:
Supported by Thy gracious word,
We feel Thee present still;
And e'en in death and in the grave
Shall own Thy power to help and save.
Robert Allan Scott, 183ft
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116-I — PSALM 116.
116-IPSALM 116.C.M.
1 I LOVE the Lord: He heard my cries,
And pitied every groan:
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to His throne.
2 I love the Lord: He bow'd His ear,
And chased ray griefs away;
Oh let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!
3 My flesh declined, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;
While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplex'd my wakeful head.
4 "My God," I cried," Thy servant save
Thou ever good and just;
Thy power can rescue from the grave,
Thy power is all my trust."
5 The Lord beheld me sore distress'd,
He bid my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known His love.
6 My God hath saved my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears;
Now to His praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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116-II — PSALM 116.
116-IIPSALM 116.C.M.
1 WHAT shall I render to my God,
For all His kindness shown?
My feet shall visit Thine abode,
My songs address Thy throne.
2 Among the saints that fill Thine house,
My offerings shall be paid:
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.
3 How much is mercy Thy delight,
Thou ever-blessed God!
How dear Thy servants in Thy sight!
How precious is their blood!
4 How happy all Thy servants are!
How great Thy grace to me!
My life, which Thou hast made Thy care,
Lord, I devote to Thee.
5 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine,
Nor shall my purpose move
Thy hand hath loosed my bands of pain,
And bound me with Thy love.
6 Here in Thy courts I leave my vow,
And Thy rich grace record:
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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116-III — PSALM 116.
116-IIIPSALM 116.L.M.
1 REDEEM'D from guilt, redeem'd from fears,
My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,
What can I do, O love divine,
What, to repay such gifts as Thine?
2 What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from Thy hands new blessings seek?
A heart to feel my mercies more,
A soul to know Thee and adore.
3 Oh! teach me at Thy feet to fall,
And yield Thee up myself, my all;
Before Thy saints my debt to own,
And live and die to Thee alone!
4 Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart!
Expand, and raise, and fill my heart;
So may I hope my life shall be
Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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117-I — PSALM 117.
117-IPSALM 117.7s.
1 ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, for ever praise:
2 For His truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be;
Like the years of His right hand,
Like His own eternity.
3 Praise Him, ye who know His love;
Praise Him from the depths beneath;
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe.
James Montgomery, 1822.
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117-II — PSALM 117.
117-IIPSALM 117.L.M.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise,
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends Thy word:
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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117-III — PSALM 117.
117-IIIPSALM 117.S.M.
1 THY name, Almighty Lord!
Shall sound through distant lands;
Great is Thy grace, and sure Thy word,
Thy truth for ever stands.
2 Far be Thine honour spread,
And long Thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchanged no more.
Isaac Watts, 1719
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118-I — PSALM 118.
118-IPSALM 118.7s.
1 TO Jehovah hymn the lay,
Ever shall His love endure
Oh let grateful Israel say,
Stands His love for ever sure.
2 Oh let Aaron's house reply,
Evermore His love shall last:
All, who fear Him, shout and cry,
Stands His love for ever fast.
3 On the overliving name,
In distress on JAH I cried:
JAH to my deliverance came,
And my prison open'd wide.
4 See Jehovah near me stand!
What from mortal shall I dread?
See Jehovah lift the hand!
Victor on my foes I tread.
5 Hark! the voice of joy and song
Echoes from the faithful seed;
By His right hand firm and strong
He hath done a mighty deed.
6 High Jehovah's hand is raised
By the conquest He hath won:
Be Jehovah's right hand praised!
He a mighty deed hath done.
Richard Mant, 1824.
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118-II — PSALM 118.
118-IIPSALM 118.C.M.
1 BEHOLD the sure foundation-stone
Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And His eternal praise.
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
And saints adore the name;
They trust their whole salvation here,
Nor shall they suffer shame.
3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with disdain;
Yet on this rock the church shall rest,
And envy rage in vain.
4 What though the gates of hell withstood,
Yet must this building rise:
'Tis Thine own work, Almighty God,
And wondrous in our eyes.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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118-III — PSALM 118.
118-IIIPSALM 118.7s.
1 THEE, Jehovah, will I bless;
Thou didst my request allow:
Thee my Saviour I confess,
Author of my health art Thou.
2 Lo, the stone, which once aside
By the builders' hands was thrown,
See it now the building's pride,
See it now the corner-stone!
3 Lo, we hail Jehovah's deed,
Strange and wondrous in our eyes!
Lo, the day our God hath made!
Bid the voice of gladness rise.
4 Save, Hosanna! Lord, I pray!
Save, Hosanna; God of might:
Lord, for us Thy power display;
Lord, on us Thy favour light!
5 He, Jehovah, is our Lord;
He, our God, on us hath shined:
Bind the sacrifice with cord,
To the horned altar bind.
6 Thee I bless, my God and King!
Thee, my God and King, I hail!
Hallelujah, shout and sing!
Never shall His goodness fail.
Richard Mant, 1824.
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119-I — PSALM 119.
119-IPSALM 119.C.M.
1 OH how I love Thy holy law!
'Tis daily my delight;
And thence my meditations draw
Divine advice by night.
2 How doth Thy word my heart engage!
How well employ my tongue!
And in my tiresome pilgrimage
Yields me a heavenly song.
3 Am I a stranger, or at home,
'Tis my perpetual feast:
Not honey dropping from the comb,
So much allures the taste.
4 No treasures so enrich the mind,
Nor shall Thy word be sold
For loads of silver well-refined,
Nor heaps of choicest gold.
5 When nature sinks, and spirits droop,
Thy promises of grace
Are pillars to support my hope,
And there I write Thy praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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119-II — PSALM 119.
119-IIPSALM 119.C.M.
1 OH that the Lord would guide my ways
To keep His statutes still!
Oh that my God would grant me grace
To know and do His will!
2 Oh send Thy Spirit down, to write
Thy law upon ray heart!
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit.
Nor act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off my eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires arise
Within this soul of mine.
4 Order ray footsteps by Thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
5 My soul hath gone too far astray,
My feet too often slip;
Yet since I've not forgot Thy way
Restore Thy wandering sheep.
6 Make me to walk in Thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.
Isaac Watts, 1719
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119-III — PSALM 119.
119-IIIPSALM 119.C.M.
1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust;
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires and every lust,
Turn oft these eyes of mine.
2 I need the influence of Thy grace
To speed me in Thy way,
Lest I should loiter in my race
Or turn my feet astray.
3 When sore afflictions press me down,
I need Thy quickening powers;
Thy word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
4 Are not Thy mercies sovereign still,
And Thou a faithful God?
Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heavenly road?
5 Does not my heart Thy precepts love,
And long to see Thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move
Without enlivening grace!
6 Then shall Hove Thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget Thy word,
When I have felt its quickening power
To draw me near the Lord.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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119-IV — PSALM 119.
119-IVPSALM 119.S.M.
1 MY soul lies grovelling low,
Still cleaving to the dust:
Thy quickening grace, O Lord, bestow,
For in Thy word I trust.
2 Make me to understand
Thy precepts and Thy will;
Thy wondrous works on every hand,
I'll sing and talk of still.
3 My soul, oppress'd with grief,
In heaviness melts down;
Oh strengthen me and send relief,
And Thou shalt wear the crown.
4 Remove from me the voice
Of falsehood and deceit;
The way of truth is now my choice,
Thy word to me is sweet.
5 Thy testimony stands,
And never can depart;
I'll run the way of Thy commands
If Thou enlarge my heart.
Joseph Irons, 1847.
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119-V — PSALM 119.
119-VPSALM 119.C.M.
1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord,
And Thy deliverance send;
My soul for Thy salvation faints;
When will my troubles end?
2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me
To bear my Father's rod;
Afflictions make me learn Thy law,
And live upon my God.
3 This is the comfort I enjoy
When new distress begins:
I read Thy word, I run Thy way,
And hate my former sins.
4 Had not Thy word been my delight
When earthly joys were fled,
My soul oppress'd with sorrow's weight,
Had sunk amongst the dead.
5 I know Thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Though they may seem severe;
The sharpest sufferings I endure
Flow from Thy faithful care.
6 Before I knew Thy chastening rod
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep Thy word,
Nor wander from Thy way.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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119-VI — PSALM 119.
119-VIPSALM 119.C.M.
1 OH that Thy statutes every hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find.
2 To meditate Thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne'er forget Thy word;
Thy word is all my joy.
3 How would I run in Thy commands,
If Thou my heart discharge
From sin and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at largo!
4 My lips with courage shall declare
Thy statutes and Thy name;
I'll speak Thy word though kings should hear,
Nor yield to sinful shame.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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119-VI — PSALM 119.
119-VIPSALM 119.C.M.
1 OH that Thy statutes every hour
Might dwell upon my mind!
Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find.
2 To meditate Thy precepts, Lord,
Shall be my sweet employ;
My soul shall ne'er forget Thy word;
Thy word is all my joy.
3 How would I run in Thy commands,
If Thou my heart discharge
From sin and Satan's hateful chains,
And set my feet at largo!
4 My lips with courage shall declare
Thy statutes and Thy name;
I'll speak Thy word though kings should hear,
Nor yield to sinful shame.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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120 — PSALM 120.
120PSALM 120.C.M.
1 WOE'S me that I in Mesech am
A sojourner so long;
That I in tabernacles dwell
To Kedar that belong.
2 My soul with him that hateth peace
Hath long a dweller been;
I am for peace; but when I speak,
For battle they are keen.
3 My soul distracted mourns and pines
To reach that peaceful shore,
Where all the weary are at rest,
And troubles vex no more.
4 Fierce burning coals of juniper,
And arrows of the strong,
Await those false and cruel tongues
Which do the righteous wrong.
5 But as for me my song shall rise
Before Jehovah's throne,
For He has seen my deep distress,
And hearken'd to my groan.
Scotch Version, 1041.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
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121 — PSALM 121.
121PSALM 121.C.M.
1 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes
There all my hopes are laid:
The Lord that built the earth and skies
Is my perpetual aid.
2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,
Whom He designs to keep:
His ear attends the softest call;
His eyes can never sleep.
3 He will sustain our weakest powers
With His almighty arm;
And watch our most unguarded hours
Against surprising harm.
4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord;
His wakeful eyes employ His power
For thine eternal guard.
5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon,
Shall have his leave to smite;
He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night.
6 He guards thy soul, He keeps thy breath,
Where thickest dangers come:
Go, and return secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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122-I — PSALM 122.
122-IPSALM 122.C.M.
1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day!"
2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church adorn'd with grace
Stands like a palace built for God
To show His milder face.
3 Up to her courts with joys unknown
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds His throne,
And sits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints;
And, while His awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest!
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!
6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
There my best friends, my kindred dwell
There God my Saviour reigns.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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122-II — PSALM 122.
122-IIPSALM 122.C.M.
1 PRAY that Jerusalem may have
Peace and felicity:
Let them that love thee and thy peace
Have still prosperity.
2 Therefore I wish that peace may still
Within thy walls remain,
And ever may thy palaces
Prosperity retain.
3 Now, for my friends' and brethren's sakes,
Peace be in thee, I'll say;
And for the house of God our Lord,
I'll seek thy good alway.
Scotch Version, 1641, a.
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123 — PSALM 123.
123PSALM 123.7s.
1 UNTO Thee I lift my eyes,
Thou that dwellest in the skies;
At Thy throne I meekly bow,
Thou canst save, and only Thou.
2 As a servant marks his lord,
As a maid her mistress' word,
So I watch and wait on Thee,
Till Thy mercy visit me.
3 Let Thy face upon me shine,
Tell me, Lord, that Thou art mine
Poor and little though I be,
I have all in having Thee.
4 Here to be despised, forgot,
Is Thy children's common lot;
But with Thee to make it up,
Lord, I ask no better cup.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
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124 — PSALM 124.
124PSALM 124.L.M.
1 HAD not the Lord, my soul may cry,
Had not the Lord been on my side;
Had He not brought deliverance nigh,
Then must my helpless soul have died,
2 Had not the Lord been on my side,
My soul had been by Satan slain;
And Tophet, opening large and wide,
Would not have gaped for me in vain.
3 Lo, floods of wrath, and floods of hell,
In fierce impetuous torrents roll;
Had not the Lord defended well,
The waters had o'erwhelm'd my soul.
4 As when the fowler's snare is broke,
The bird escapes on cheerful wings;
My soul, set free from Satan's yoke,
With joy bursts forth, and mounts, and sings.
5 She sings the Lord her Saviour's praise;
Sings forth His praise with joy and mirth;
To Him her song in heaven she'll raise,
To Him that made both heaven and earth!
John Ryland, 1775.
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125-I — PSALM 125.
125-IPSALM 125.C.M.
1 UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains be,
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest
That leans, O Lord, on Thee.
2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground,
As those eternal arms of love
That every saint surround.
3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,
And lead them safely on
To the bright gates of Paradise,
Where Christ their Lord is gone.
4 But if we trace those crooked ways
That the old serpent drew,
The wrath that drove him first to hell
Shall smite his followers too.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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125-II — PSALM 125.
125-IIPSALM 125.S.M.
1 WHO in the Lord confide,
And feel His sprinkled blood,
In storms and hurricanes abide
Firm as the mount of God.
2 Steadfast and fix'd and sure,
His Zion cannot move;
His faithful people stand secure,
In Jesus' guardian love.
3 As round Jerusalem
The hilly bulwarks rise,
So God protects and covers them
From all their enemies.
4 On every side He stands,
And for His Israel cares;
And safe in His almighty hands
Their souls for ever bears.
5 But let them still abide
In Thee, all gracious Lord,
Till every soul is sanctified,
And perfectly restored.
6 The men of heart sincere
Continue to defend;
And do them good, and save them here,
And love them to the end.
Charles Wesley, 1741.
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126 — PSALM 126.
126PSALM 126.C.M.
1 WHEN God reveal'd His gracious name
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great.
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did Thy hand confess:
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.
3 "Great is the work," my neighbours cried,
And own'd the power divine;
"Great is the work," my heart replied,
"And be the glory Thine."
4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.
5 Let them that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.
6 Though seed lie burled long in dust,
It shan't deceive their hope:
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace insures the crop.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
127 — PSALM 127.
127PSALM 127.8.7.
1 VAINLY through the night the ranger
Keeps his watch lest foes alarm;
Still the city lies in danger
But for God's protecting arm:
2 Vain were all our toil and labour
Did not God that labour bless;
Vain without His grace and favour
Every talent we possess:
3 Vainer still the hope of heaven
That on human strength relies;
But to him shall help be given
Who in humble faith applies.
4 Seek we then the Lord's Anointed,
He shall grant us peace and rest;
Ne'er was suppliant disappointed
Who through Christ his prayer address'd.
Harriett Auber, 1829, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
128 — PSALM 128.
128PSALM 128.L.M.
1 HOW blest the man who fears the Lord,
Who walks by His unerring word;
His labours find a full increase,
His days are crown'd with health and peace.
2 Domestic comfort builds her nest,
Beneath his roof, within his breast;
And earth's best blessings hourly rise
To cheer his pathway to the skies.
3 But earth's best gifts are poor to those
The Spirit on his soul bestows;
The earnest here of joys above,
The foretaste of eternal love.
4 Onward he goes from strength to strength,
Till heaven's bright morning breaks at length,
And calls him to his full reward—
How blest the man who fears the Lord!
Henry Francis Lute, 1634.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
129 — PSALM 129.
129PSALM 129.7.6.
1 MANY times since days of youth,
May Israel truly say,
Foes devoid of love and truth
Afflict me day by day;
Yet they never can prevail,
God defends His people still;
Jesus' power can never fail
To save from all that's ill.
2 God hath Zion set apart
For His abiding place;
Sons of wrath and guileful art
He'll banish from His face:
God for Israel doth fight;
Israel, on Thy God depend;
Christ shall keep thee day and night,
Till all thy troubles end.
John Beaumont, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
130 — PSALM 130.
130PSALM 130.C.M.
1 OUT of the depths of doubt and fear,
Depths of despair and grief,
I cry; my voice, O Jesus, hear,
And come to my relief!
2 Thy gracious ears, O Saviour, bow
To my distressful cries,
For who shall stand, O Lord, if Thou
Shouldst mark iniquities?
3 But why do I my soul distress?
Forgiveness is with Thee:
With Thee there is abundant grace,
That Thou mayst feared be.
4 Then for the Lord my soul shall wait,
And in His word I'll hope;
Continue knocking at His gate,
Till He the door shall ope.
5 Not weary guards who watch for morn,
And stand with longing eyes,
Feel such desires to see the dawn,
The joyful dawn arise!
6 They never feel such warm desires
As those which in me move,
As those wherewith my soul aspires
To see the God of love!
7 O God of mercy! let me not
Then hope for Thee in vain;
Nor let me ever be forgot,
And in despair remain.
John Ryland, 1775.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
131 — PSALM 131.
131PSALM 131.7s., 6 lines.
1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child,
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee.
2 What Thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave:
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?
3 As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone:
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus, preserved from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles
Till the promised hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love.
John Newton, 1779
—Our Own Hymn-Book
132 — PSALM 132.
132PSALM 132.C.M.
1 A RISE, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to Thy rest,
Lo, Thy church waits with longing eyes,
Thus to be own'd and blest.
2 Enter with all Thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and Thy Word;
All that the ark did once contain
Could no such grace afford.
3 Here, mighty God! accept our vows,
Here let Thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of Thy house,
And fill Thy poor with bread.
4 Here let the Son of David reign;
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth His court maintain,
With love and power divine.
5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne;
And as His kingdom grows,
Fresh honours shall adorn His crown,
And shame confound His foes.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
133 — PSALM 133.
133PSALM 133.C.M.
1 BEHOLD, how good a thing it is,
And how becoming well,
Together such as brethren are
In unity to dwell!
2 Like precious ointment on the head,
That down the beard did flow,
E'en Aaron's beard, and to the skirts
Did of his garments go.
3 As Hermon's dew, the dew that doth
On Sion's hill descend;
For there the blessing God commands,
Life that shall never end.
Scotch Version, 1641, a
—Our Own Hymn-Book
134 — PSALM 134.
134PSALM 134.7s., 6 lines.
1 PRAISE to God on high be given,
Praise from all in earth and heaven,
Ye that in His presence stand,
Ye that walk by His command,
Saints below, and hosts above,
Praise, oh praise, the God of love!
2 Praise Him at the dawn of light,
Praise Him at returning night;
Strings and voices, hands and hearts,
In His praises bear your parts;
Thou that madest earth and sky,
Bless us in return from high!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
135-I — PSALM 135.
135-IPSALM 135.C.M.
1 O PRAISE the Lord with one consent,
And magnify His name;
Let all the servants of the Lord
His worthy praise proclaim.
2 Praise Him all ye that in His house
Attend with constant care,
With those that to His outmost courts
With humble zeal repair!
3 For God His own peculiar choice
The sons of Jacob makes;
And Israel's offspring for His own
Most valued treasure takes.
4 Let all with thanks His wondrous works
In Sion's courts proclaim!
Let them in Salem, where He dwells,
Exalt His holy name!
Tate and Brady, 1696.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
135-II — PSALM 135.
135-IIPSALM 135.L.M.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord, exalt His name,
While in His holy courts ye wait,
Ye saints that to His house belong,
Or stand attending at His gate.
2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good,
To praise His name is sweet employ;
Israel He chose of old, and still
His church is His peculiar joy.
3 The Lord Himself will judge His saints!
He treats His servants as His friends;
And when He hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrow that He sends.
4 Through every age the Lord declares
His name, and breaks the oppressor's rod:
He gives His suffering servants rest,
And will be known the Almighty God.
5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste His love,
People and priests exalt His name:
Amongst His saints He ever dwells:
His church is His Jerusalem.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
136-I — PSALM 136.
136-IPSALM 136.7s.
1 LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 Let us sound His name abroad,
For of gods He is the God:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
3 He, with all-commanding might,
Fill'd the new-made world with light;
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
4 All things living He doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
5 He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
6 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Look'd upon our misery:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
7 Let us then, with gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
John Milton, 1645.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
136-II — PSALM 136.
136-IIPSALM 136.L.M.
1 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.
2 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.
3 He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to Bod belong,
Repeat His mercies in your song.
4 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.
5 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.
6 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.
7 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.
8 Through this vain world He guides our feet,
And leads us to His heavenly seat;
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
137 — PSALM 137.
137PSALM 137.S.M.
1 FAR from ray heavenly home,
Far from my Father's breast,
Painting I cry, Blest Spirit, come,
And speed me to my rest!
2 Upon the willows long
My harp has silent hung,
How should I sing a cheerful song,
Till Thou inspire my tongue?
3 My spirit homeward turns,
And fain would thither flee:
My heart, O Zion! droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.
4 To thee, to thee, I press,
A dark and toilsome road,
When shall I pass the wilderness,
And reach the saints' abode?
5 God of my life, be near!
On Thee my hopes I cast:
Oh guide me through the desert drear,
And bring me home at last.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
138 — PSALM 138.
138PSALM 138.L.M.
1 WITH all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song:
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 I'll sing Thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of Thy word;
Not all Thy works and names below,
So much Thy power and glory show.
3 To God I cried when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdued my foes;
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffused through all my soul.
4 The God of heaven maintains His state.
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great;
But from His throne descends to see
The sons of humble poverty.
5 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by Thine hand:
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
6 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
139-I — PSALM 139.
139-IPSALM 139.L.M.
1 LORD, Thou hast search'd and seen me through;
Thine eye commands with piercing view
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within Thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find Thy hand;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
4 Amazing knowledge! vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
5 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
139-II — PSALM 139.
139-IIPSALM 139.C.M.
1 LORD, when I count Thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise;
Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.
2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of Thy skill;
And hourly blessings from Thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
3 These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!
Oh may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with Thee!
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
140 — PSALM 140.
140PSALM 140.L.M.
1 THE Christian, like his Lord of old,
Must look for foes and trials here:
Yet may the weakest saint be bold,
With such a friend as Jesus near.
2 The lion's roar need not alarm,
O Lord, the feeblest of Thy sheep;
The serpent's venom cannot harm,
While Thou art nigh to watch and keep.
3 Before, when dangers round me spread,
I cried to Thee, Almighty Friend;
Thou coveredst my defenceless head;
And shall I not on Thee depend?
4 O refuge of the poor and weak,
Regard Thy suffering people's cry;
Humble the proud, uphold the meek,
And bring us safe to Thee on high,
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
141 — PSALM 141.
141PSALM 141.7s.
1 LORD, I daily call on Thee,
Hear my voice and answer me;
Save me, for in faith I pray,
Take, oh take my sins away.
2 Let my prayer as incense rise,
Pure accepted sacrifice;
Let my life with virtue shine,
Fill my soul with love divine.
3 Keep, oh keep my lips and heart,
Let me ne'er from Thee depart;
Holy, happy, may I be
Perfect, O my God, like Thee.
John Beaumont, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
142 — PSALM 142.
142PSALM 142.L.M.
1 BEHOLD me unprotected stand,
No friendly guardian at my hand;
No place of flight, no refuge near,
And none to whom my soul is dear.
2 But, Lord, to Thee I pour my vow,
My hope, my place of refuge Thou:
And whilst the light of life I see,
I still my portion find in Thee.
3 Then hear and heed my fervent cry,
For low, oppress'd with grief, I lie;
Against ray foes Thy arm display,
For I am weak, and powerful they.
4 Come loose my prison-bands, set free
My soul, that I may sing to Thee:
Then shall the righteous round me press,
And join Thy bounteous love to bless.
Richard Mant, 1824.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
143 — PSALM 143.
143PSALM 143.L.M.
1 HEAR, O my God, with pity hear,
My humble supplicating moan;
In mercy answer all my prayer,
And make Thy truth and goodness known.
2 And oh! let mercy still be nigh;
Should awful justice frown severe,
Before the terrors of Thine eye,
What trembling mortal can appear?
3 I call to mind the former days;
Thy ancient works declare Thy name,
Thy truth, Thy goodness, and Thy grace;
And these, O Lord, are still the same.
4 Come, Lord, on wings of mercy fly,
My spirit fails at Thy delay;
Hide not Thy face; I faint, I die,
Without Thy blissful healing ray.
5 Teach me to do Thy sacred will;
Thou art my God, my hope, my stay;
Let Thy good Spirit lead me still,
And point the safe, the upright way.
6 Thy name, Thy righteousness I plead,
O Lord, revive my drooping heart;
Let these distressing fears recede,
And bid my troubles all depart.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
144 — PSALM 144.
144PSALM 144.S.M.
1 I'LL bless my Saviour God,
Who doeth all things right;
Arm'd with His Spirit's two-edged sword,
Against my foes I'll fight.
2 My goodness, and high tower,
My fortress, and my shield;
Depending on His love and power
I'll boldly take the field.
3 My Saviour shall subdue
The powers of earth and hell;
Behold, He maketh all things new,
He doeth all things well.
John Beaumont, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
145-I — PSALM 145.
145-IPSALM 145.C.M.
1 LONG as I live I'll bless Thy name,
My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, His power unknown,
And let His praise be great:
I'll sing the honours of Thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And, while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall teach Thy name,
And children learn Thy ways;
Ages to come Thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound Thy praise.
5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of power, Thy heavenly state,
With public splendour shown.
6 The world is managed by Thy hands,
Thy saints are ruled by love;
And Thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
145-II — PSALM 145.
145-IIPSALM 145.C.M.
1 SWEET is the memory of Thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;
Let age to age Thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;
Through the whole earth His bounty shines
And every want supplies.
3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait
On Thee for daily food;
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are Thy compassions, Lord!
How slow Thine anger moves!
But soon He sends His pardoning word
To cheer the souls He loves.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste Thy richer grace
Delight to bless Thy name.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
146-I — PSALM 146.
146-IPSALM 146.L.M.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;
Now, while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.
2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
3 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find His promise vain.
4 His truth for ever stands secure:
He saves the oppress'd, He feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoners sweet release.
5 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
6 He loves His saints; He knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
146-II — PSALM 146.
146-IIPSALM 146.8s. 6 lines.
1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
2 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust!—
Vain is the help of flesh and blood:
Their breath departs, their pomp and power
And thoughts all vanish in an hour,
Nor can they make their promise good.
3 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves the oppress'd, He feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.
4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace:
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoners sweet release.
5 He loves His saints, He knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns:
Let every tongue, let every age,
In this exalted work engage;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.
6 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
147-I — PSALM 147.
147-IPSALM 147.L.M.
1 O PRAISE the Lord, 'tis sweet to raise
The grateful heart to God in praise;
When fallen raised, when lost restored,
Oh! it is sweet to praise the Lord!
2 Great is His power, divine His skill,
His love diviner, greater still;
The sinner's Friend, the mourner's stay,
He sends no suppliant sad away.
3 The lions roar to Him for bread,
The ravens by His hand are fed;
And shall His chosen flock despair?
Shall they mistrust their Shepherd's care?
4 His church is precious in His sight;
He makes her glory His delight;
His treasures on her head are pour'd;
O Zion's children, praise the Lord,
Henry Francis Lyte, 1831.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
147-II — PSALM 147.
147-IIPSALM 147.L.M.
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 heavenly 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.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
148-I — PSALM 148.
148-IPSALM 148.L.M.
1 LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord,
From distant worlds where creatures dwell;
Let heaven begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.
2 The Lord! how absolute He reigns!
Let every angel bend the knee;
Sing of His love in heavenly strains,
And speak how fierce His terrors be.
3 Wide as His vast dominion lies,
Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as His thunder shout His praise,
And sound it lofty as His throne.
4 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word;
Oh may it dwell on every tongue!
But saints who best have known the Lord
Are bound to raise the noblest song.
5 Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on every chord:
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
148-II — PSALM 148.
148-IIPSALM 148.Song II. C.M., Db.
1 PRAISE ye Jehovah, shout and sing,
Extol His glorious name;
From day to day your praises bring,
His power and love proclaim.
All, all ye saints, where'er ye be,
And angels round His throne,
Praise ye the Co-eternal Three,
The Great Mysterious One.
2 O sun and moon, your Maker praise,
And stars of feebler light;
O heaven of heavens, in joyful lays
Adore the God of might.
Let earth and water, fire and air,
Praise the Eternal King,
All all ye creatures everywhere,
Your constant praises sing.
John Beaumont, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
149-I — PSALM 149.
149-IPSALM 149.10.10.11.11.
1 O PRAISE ye the Lord
With heart and with voice;
His mercies record,
And round Him rejoice.
Ye children of Zion,
Your Saviour adore!
And learn to rely on
His grace evermore.
2 Repose on His arm,
Ye sheep of His fold;
What terror can harm
With him to uphold?
His saints are His treasure,
Their peace will He seek,
And pour without measure
His gifts on the meek.
3 Go on in His might,
Ye men of the Lord:
His word be your light,
His promise your sword;
The King of salvation
Your foes will subdue,
And their degradation
Bring glory to you.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
149-II — PSALM 149.
149-IIPSALM 149.10.10.11.11.
1 PREPARE a new song, Jehovah to praise,
Amidst the full throng, His honours to raise,
O Israel, for ever thy Maker adore,
Exult in thy Saviour, thy King evermore!
2 Encircling His throne with sacred delight,
Let Jesus alone your praises invite;
Your voices combining touch every sweet string,
In harmony joining, the Saviour to sing!
3 Ye saints of the Lord; as round Him ye stand,
His two-edged sword, His word, in your hand,
To sound His high praises your voices employ!
To victory He raises, and crowns you with joy.
4 In vengeance He comes; the nations draw near;
His throne He resumes; His judgments appear:
There kings shall adore Him, nor princes rebel,
And sinners before Him sink trembling to hell.
5 Then, raised from the dust, His church shall proclaim,
Thy judgments are just, and faithful Thy name,
This honour for ever His saints shall attend,
Let praise to the Saviour in triumph ascend!
William Goode, 1811.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
150-I — PSALM 150.
150-IPSALM 150.C.M.
1 IN God's own house pronounce His praise,
His grace He there reveals;
To heaven your joy and wonder raise,
For there His glory dwells.
2 Let all your sacred passions move
While you rehearse His deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.
3 All that have motion, life, and breath,
Proclaim your Maker bless'd;
Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise Him best.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
150-II — PSALM 150.
150-IIPSALM 150.L.M.
1 O PRAISE the Lord in that blest place,
From whence His goodness largelyflows!
Praise Him in heaven, where He His face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows!
2 Praise Him for all the mighty acts
Which He in our behalf has done!
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
3 Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath He does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ:
Let every creature praise the Lord!
Tate and Brady, 1696
—Our Own Hymn-Book
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