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The Lord the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P50e (1766) Topics: Sin of Tongue Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations, and awakes the North; From East to West the sounding Order's spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead: No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: Behold the Day. 2 Behold the Judge descends; his Guards are nigh; Tempest and Fire attend him down the Sky: Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near; let all Things come To hear his Justice, and the Sinner's Doom; But gather first my Saints (the Judge commands) Bring 'em, ye Angels, from their distant Lands. 3 Behold my Cov'nant stands for ever good, Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient Worship, or the new, There's no Distinction here; Come, spread their Thrones, And near me seat my Fav'rites and my Sons. 4 I their Almighty Saviour and their GOD, I am their Judge; ye Heav'ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal Sentence, and declare Those awful Truths that Sinners dread to hear; Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. 5 Not for the Want of Goats or Bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; Bulls and Goats are vain Without the Flames of Love: In vain the Store Of brutal Off'rings, that were mine before; Mine are the tamer Beasts and savage Breed, Flocks, Herds, and Fields and Forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, wou'd I ask thee Food? When did I thirst, or drink thy Bullocks Blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastick Vows; Are my Eyes charm'd thy Vestments to behold? Glaring in Gems, and gay in woven Gold? 7 Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please, A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these; While with my Grace & Statutes on thy Tongue, Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong, In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, Thieves and Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-suffering Love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious Thought within? That GOD the Righteous would indulge thy Sin? Behold my Terrors now; my Thunders roll, And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise; Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend; Lest like a Lion his last Vengeance tear Your trembling Souls, and no Deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The God of Glory sends his Summons forth

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P50f (1766) Topics: Sin of Tongue Lyrics: 1 The God of Glory sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations and awakes the North; From East to West the sov'reign Orders spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead. The Trumpet sounds; Hell trembles; Heaven rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 2 No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay; His Vengeance sleeps no more; behold the Day: Behold, the Judge descends; his Guards are nigh; Tempests and Fire attend him down the Sky. When God appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near; let all Things come "To hear my Justice, and the Sinner's Doom; "But gather first my Saints, (the Judge commands) "Bring them, ye Angels, from their distant Lands. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. 4 "Behold, my Cov'nant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, "And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew, "That paid the antient Worship, or the new. There's no Distinction here; join all your Voices, And raise you Heads, ye Saints, for Heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye Angels, spread their Thrones, "And near me seat my Fav'rites and my Sons. "Come, my Redeem'd, possess the Joys prepar'd "E'er Time began; 'tis your divine Reward. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. Pause. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty GOD, "I am the Judge: Ye Heav'ns proclaim abroad "My just eternal Sentence, and declare "Those awful Truths that Sinners dread to hear. When GOD appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold Blasphemer & Profane, "Now feel my Wrath, nor call my Threatnings vain: "Thou Hypocrite, once drest in Saint's Attire, "I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 8 "Not for the Want of Goats or Bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; Bulls and Goats are vain "Without the Flame of Love; in vain the Store Of brutal Off'rings that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee Food? "When did I thirst or drink thy Bullocks Blood? Mine are the tamer Beasts and savage Breed, "Flocks, Herds, and Fields, and Forests where they feed. All is the Lord's, he rules the wide Creation; Gives Sinners Vengeance, and the Saints Salvation. 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, "Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastick Vows? "Are my Eyes charm'd thy Vestments to behold "Glaring in Gems, and gay in woven Gold? God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty, when his Vengeance rises. Pause the Second. 11 "Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please "A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these? "While with my Grace and Statutes on thy Tongue, "Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong; Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 12 "In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, "Thieves & Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends; "While the false Flatt'rer at my Altar waits, "His harden'd Soul divine Instruction hates. God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty when his Vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long-suffering Love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious Thought within, "That the All-holy would indulge thy Sin? See, God appears, all Nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and Sinners fall before him. 14 "Behold my Terrors now; my Thunders roll, "And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul. "Now like a Lion shall my Vengeance tear "Thy bleeding Heart, and no Deliv'rer near." Judgment concludes; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. Epiphonema. Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise, Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend. Then join the Saints; Wake ev'ry chearful Passion: When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Obedience is better than Sacrifice

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #87b (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Thus saith the Lord, the spacious fields Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Lord, "the spacious fields "And flocks, and herds, are mine, "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require. 3 "Invoke my name when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honuor due to me. 4 "The man that offers humble praise, "Declares my glory best; "And those that tread my holy ways, "Shall my salvation taste." Scripture: Psalm 50:23 Languages: English

Obedience is better than Sacrifice

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #87b (1790) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Thus saith the Lord, the spacious fields Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Lord, "the spacious fields "And flocks, and herds, are mine, "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require. 3 "Invoke my name when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honour due to me. 4 "The man that offers humble praise, "Declares my glory best; "And those that tread my holy ways, "Shall my salvation taste." Scripture: Psalm 50:10-11 Languages: English

The Last Judgment

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #91 (1740) Topics: Sin of Tongue First Line: The Lord the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations, and awakes the North; From East to West the sounding Orders spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead: No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: Behold the Day. 2 Behold the Judge descends; his Guards are nigh; Tempest and Fire attend him down the Sky: Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near; let all Things come To hear his Justice, and the Sinner's Doom; But gather first my Saints (the Judge commands) Bring 'em, ye Angels, from their distant Lands. 3 Behold my Cov'nant stands for ever good, Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient Worship or the new, There's no Distinction here; come, spread their Thrones, And near me seat my Fav'rites and my Sons. 4 I their Almighty Saviour and their GOD, I am their Judge; ye Heav'ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal Sentence, and declare Those awful Truths that Sinners dread to hear; Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. 5 Not for the Want of Goats or Bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; Bulls and Goats are vain Without the Flames of Love; In vain the Store Of brutal Off'rings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer Beasts and savage Breed, Flocks, Herds, and Fields and Forests where they feed. 6 If I were hungry, wou'd I ask thee Food? When did I thirst, or drink thy Bullocks Blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastick Vows; Are my Eyes charm'd thy Vestments to behold? Glaring in Gems, and gay in woven Gold? 7 Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please, A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these; While with my Grace & Statutes on thy Tongue, Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong, In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, Thieves and Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-suffEring Love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within? That GOD the Righteous, would indulge thy Sin? Behold my Terrors now; my Thunders roll, And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise; Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend; Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend; Lest like a Lion, his last Vengeance tear Your trembling Souls, and no Deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

The last Judgment

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #93 (1740) Topics: Sin of Tongue First Line: The God of Glory sends his Summons forth Lyrics: 1 The God of Glory sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations and awakes the North; From East to West the sov'reign Orders spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead/ The Trumpet sounds; Hell trembles; Heaven rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 2 No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay; His Vengeance sleeps no more; behold the Day: Behold, the Judge descends; his Guards are nigh; Tempests and Fire attend him down the Sky. When God appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 3 "Heav'n, Earth, and Hell, draw near; let all Things come "To hear my Justice, and the Sinner's Doom; "But gather first my Saints, (the Judge commands) "Bring them, ye Angels, from their distant Lands. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. 4 "Behold, my Cov'nant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, "And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew, "That paid the ancient Worship, or the new. There's no Distinction here; join all your Voices, And raise you Heads, ye Saints, for Heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye Angels, spread their Thrones "And near me seat my Fav'rites and my Sons. "Come, my Redeem'd, possess the Joys prepar'd "E'er Time began; 'tis your divine Reward. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. Pause. 6 "I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty GOD, "I am the Judge: Ye Heav'ns proclaim abroad "My just eternal Sentence, and declare "Those awful Truths that Sinners dread to hear. When GOD appears, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold Blasphemer & Profane, "Now feel my Wrath, nor call my Threatnings vain: "Thou Hypocrite, once drest in Saint's Attire, "I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 8 "Not for the Want of Goats or Bullocks slain "Do I condemn thee; Bulls and Goats are vain "Without the Flame of Love; in vain the Store Of brutal Off'rings that were mine before. Earth is the Lord's, all Nature shall adore him; While Sinners tremble, Saints rejoice before him. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? "When did I thirst, or drink thy Bullocks Blood? Mine are the tamer Beasts and savage Breed, "Flocks, Herds, and Fields, and Forests where they feed. All is the Lord's, he rules the wide Creation; Gives Sinners Vengeance, and the Saints Salvation. 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, "Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastic Vows? "Are my Eyes charm'd thy Vestments to behold "Glaring in Bems, and gay in woven Gold? God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty, when his Vengeance rises. Pause. 11 "Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please "A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these? "While with my Grace and Statutes on thy Tongue, "Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong; Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 12 "In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, "Thieves & Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends; "While the false Flatt'rer at my Altar waits, "His harden'd Soul divine Instruction hates. God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty when his Vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long-suffering Love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? "And cherish such an impious Thought within, "That the All-holy would indulge thy Sin? See, God appears, all Nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and Sinners fall before him. 14 "Behold my Terrors now; my Thunders roll, "And thy own Crimes affright thy guilty Soul. "Now like a Lion shall my Vengeance tear "Thy bleeding Heart, and no Deliv'rer near." Judgment concludes; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. Epiphonema. Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise, Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend. Then join the Saints; Wake ev'ry chearful Passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Obedience is better than Sacrifice

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #94a (1786) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Thus saith the Lord, the spacious fields Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Lord, "the spacious fields "And flocks, and herds, are mine, "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require. 3 "Invoke my name when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honuor due to me. 4 "The man that offers humble praise, "Declares my glory best; "And those that tread my holy ways, "Shall my salvation taste." Scripture: Psalm 50:23 Languages: English

Obedience is better than Sacrifice

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #94a (1787) Topics: Sins of tongue; Sins of tongue First Line: Thus saith the Lord, the spacious fields Lyrics: 1 Thus saith the Lord, "the spacious fields "And flocks, and herds, are mine, "O'er all the cattle of the hills "I claim a right divine. 2 "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, "Nor bullocks burnt with fire; "To hope and love, to pray and praise, "Is all that I require. 3 "Invoke my name when trouble's near, "My hand shall set thee free; "Then shall thy thankful lips declare "The honuor due to me. 4 "The man that offers humble praise, "Declares my glory best; "And those that tread my holy ways, "Shall my salvation taste." Scripture: Psalm 50:23 Languages: English

Who is this fair one in distress

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #570 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sins of tongue Lyrics: [Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? And pressed with sorrows and with sins, On her beloved Lord she leans. This is the spouse of Christ our God, Bought with the treasure of his blood; And her request and her complaint Is but the voice of every saint.] "O let my name engraven stand Both on thy heart and on thy hand; Seal me upon thine arm, and wear That pledge of love for ever there. "Stronger than death thy love is known, Which floods of wrath could never drown; And hell and earth in vain combine To quench a fire so much divine. "But I am jealous of my heart, Lest it should once from thee depart; Then let thy name be well impressed As a fair signet on my breast. "Till thou hast brought me to thy home, Where fears and doubts can never come, Thy count'nance let me often see, And often thou shalt hear from me. "Come, my Beloved, haste away, Cut short the hours of thy delay; Fly like a youthful hart or roe Over the hills where spices grow." Scripture: Song of Solomon 8:5-7 Languages: English

Psalm 12

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.23 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sins of tongue First Line: Lord, if thou dost not soon appear Lyrics: Lord, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. The whole discourse, when neighbors meet, Is filled with trifles loose and vain; Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. "Yet shall our words be free," they cry; "Our tongues shall be controlled by none: Where is the Lord will ask us why? Or say our lips are not our own?" The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. Thy word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear; Not silver, sev'n times purified From dross and mixture, shines so clear. Thy grace shall in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm; Though when the vilest men have power, On every side will sinners swarm. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English