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Blessing God for his Goodness to Soul and Body

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.) #190 (1786) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: Bless, O my soul, the living God Lyrics: 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad, Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise: Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot? 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes, which thou hast done: He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels, Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threatening graves. 5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs, His mercy crowns our growing years: He fills our store with every good, And feeds our souls with heavenly food. 6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest, And often gives the sufferers rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day. 7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.] 8 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Blessing God for his Goodness to Soul and Body

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #190 (1787) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: Bless, O my soul, the living God Lyrics: 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad, Let all the powers within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise: Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot? 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes, which thou hast done: He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels, Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threatening graves. 5 Our youth decay'd his power repairs, His mercy crowns our growing years: He fills our store with every good, And feeds our souls with heavenly food. 6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest, And often gives the sufferers rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day. 7 [His power he shew'd by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands; But sent his truth and mercy down To all the nations by his Son.] 8 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

God's gentle Chastisement; or, his tender Mercy to his People

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.) #191 (1786) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd The rising morning from the west As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. 4 How slow his awful wrath to rise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn! 5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins: And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hand and melting eyes: The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. Pause 7 The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English

God's gentle Chastisement; or, his tender Mercy to his People

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #191 (1787) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd The rising morning from the west As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. 4 How slow his awful wrath to rise! On swifter wings salvation flies; And if he lets his anger burn, How soon his frowns to pity turn! 5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins: And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hand and melting eyes: The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. Pause 7 The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English

Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies

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.) #192 (1786) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: Oh bless the Lord, my soul! Lyrics: 1 Oh 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 judgements for the proud, And justice for th' opprest. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Praise for Spiritual and Temporal Mercies

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #192 (1787) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: Oh bless the Lord, my soul! Lyrics: 1 Oh 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 judgements for the proud, And justice for th' opprest. 6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace By his beloved Son. Scripture: Psalm 103:1-7 Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

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.) #193 (1786) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 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 rais'd 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. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

Abounding Compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of Judgement

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #193 (1787) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics: 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 rais'd 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. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English

God's universal Dominion; or, Angels praise the Lord

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.) #194a (1786) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: The Lord, the sovereign King Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign King, Hath fix'd his throne on high, O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. 2 Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. 3 Let the bright hosts, who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing. 4 While all his wondrous works, Through his vast kingdom, shew Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shall sing his graces too. Scripture: Psalm 103:19-22 Languages: English

God's universal Dominion; or, Angels praise the Lord

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #194a (1787) Topics: Mercies common and special; Mercies common and special First Line: The Lord, the sovereign King Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the sovereign King, Hath fix'd his throne on high, O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky. 2 Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil. 3 Let the bright hosts, who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing. 4 While all his wondrous works, Through his vast kingdom, shew Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shall sing his graces too. Scripture: Psalm 103:19-22 Languages: English