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Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or, Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: PDIL1818 #XXXVIII (1780) Person Name: Isaac Watts First Line: Admidst thy wrath remember love Lyrics: 1 Amidst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a father’s chast'ning prove
Like an avenging sword.
2 Thine arrows stick within my heart;
My flesh is sorely prest;
Between the sorrow and the smart,
My spirit finds no rest.
3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o’er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me t’atone.
4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day
Beneath my father’s frown.
5 Lord I am weak and broken sore,
None of my pow'rs are whole:
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.
6 All my desire to thee are known;
Thine eye counts ev'ry tear,
And ev'ry sigh and ev'ry groan
Is notic'd by thine ear.
7 Thou art my God my only hope;
My God will hear my cry,
My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.
8 [My foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see't:
They raise their pleasure and their pride,
When they supplant my feet.
9 But I’ll confess my guilt to thee
And grieve for all my sin;
I’ll mourn how weak my graces be,
And beg support divine.
10 My God forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation haste,
Before thy servant die.] Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English
Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or, Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health
The Glory of GOD in Creation and Providence
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: PDIL1818 #CIV (1780) Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: My soul, thy great creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great creator praise;
When cloath'd in his celestial rays
He in full majesty appears,
And like a robe his glory wears.
2 The heav’ns are for his curtains spread;
Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed;
Clouds are his chariot when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.
3 Angels whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires;
And swift as thought their armies move,
To bear his vengeance or his love.
4 The world’s foundation by his hand
Is pois'd, and shall for ever stand;
He binds the ocean in his chain,
Lest it should drown the earth again.
5 When earth was cover'd by the flood,
Which high above the mountains stood,
He thunder'd and the ocean fled,
Confin'd to its appointed bed.
6 The swelling billows know their bound,
And in their channels walk their round;
Yet thence convey'd by secret veins,
They spring on hills, and drench the plains.
7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow,
And cheer the vallies as they go;
Tame heifers there their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.
8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink,
The lark and linnet light and drink;
Their songs the lark and linnet raise,
And chide our silence in his praise.
Pause I.
9 God from his cloudy cistern pours
On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs;
The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
10 He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies;
With herbs for man of various pow'r,
To nourish nature, or to cure.
11 What noble fruit the vines produce,
The olive yields in shining juice;
Our hearts are chear'd with gen'rous wine,
With inward joy our faces shine.
12 O bless his name, ye Britons, fed
With nature's chief supporter bread;
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigor in your hearts.
Pause II.
13 Behold the stately cedar stands
Rais'd in the forest by his hands:
Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,
And build their nests secure on high.
14 To craggy hills ascends the goat;
And at the airy mountain’s foot
The feebler creatures make their cell;
He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
15 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face;
And when thick darkness veils the day,
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.
16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And roaring ask their meat from God;
But when the morning beams arise,
The savage beasts to covert flies.
17 Then man to daily labour goes;
The night was made for his repose:
Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief
From tiresome toil and wasting grief.
18 How strange thy works, how great thy skill!
And ev'ry land thy riches fill;
Thy wisdom round the world we see,
This spacious earth is full of thee.
19 Nor less thy glories in the deep,
Where fish in millions swim and creep
With wond'rous motions, swift or slow,
Still wand'ring in the paths below.
20 There ships divide their watry way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play;
There dwells the huge leviathan,
And foams and sports in spite of man.
Pause III.
21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord@
All nature rests upon thy word,
And the whole race of creatures stand,
Waiting their portion from thy hand.
22 While each receives his diff'rent food,
Their chearful looks pronounce it good;
Eagles and bears, and whales and worms,
Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms.
23 But when thy face is hid they mourn,
And dying, to their dust return;
Both man and beast their souls resign;
Life, breath and spirit, all are thine.
24 Yet thou can'st breathe on dust again,
And fill the world with beasts and men;
A word of thy creating breath
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
25 His works, the wonders of his might,
Are honor'd with his own delight:
How awful are his glorious ways!
The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,
And at thy touch the mountains smoke;
Yet humble souls may see thy face,
And tell their wants to sov'reign grace.
27 In the my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet:
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.
28 While haughty sinners die accurst,
Their glory bury'd with their dust,
I to my God, my heav'nly king,
Immortal hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English
The Glory of GOD in Creation and Providence
Mortality and Hope
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: PDIL1818 #LXXXIXb (1780) Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: Remember, Lord, our mortal state Lyrics: 1 Remember, Lord, our mortal state,
How frail our life, How short the date!
Where is the man that draws his breath
Safe from decease, secure from death.
2 Lord, while we see whole nations die,
Our flesh and sense repine and cry,
"Must death forever rage and reign?
"Or hast thou made mankind in vain?
3 "Where is thy promise to the just?
"Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?"
But faith forbids these mournful sighs,
And sees the sleeping dust arise.
4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day,
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honor of thy word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 89 Languages: English
Mortality and Hope
Courage in Death, and Hope of the Resurrection
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: PDIL1818 #XVIc (1780) Person Name: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 First Line: When God is nigh, my faith is strong Lyrics: 1 When God is nigh, my faith is strong,
His arm is my almighty prop;
Be glad, my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious GOD, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way,
Up to the throne above the sky.
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below)
Spread heav'nly joys thro' all the place. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English
Courage in Death, and Hope of the Resurrection
