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A general Song of Praise to GOD

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.) #149a (1786) Topics: Praise General; Praise General First Line: Among the princes, earthly gods Lyrics: 1 Among the princes, earthly gods, There’s none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations, thou hast made shall bring Their off'rings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things, For thou art God alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet, Teach me thine heavenly ways, And all my wandering thoughts unite In God my father’s praise. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell. Scripture: Psalm 86:8-13 Languages: English
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A general Song of Praise to GOD

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #149a (1790) Topics: Praise General; Praise General First Line: Among the princes, earthly gods Lyrics: 1 Among the princes, earthly gods, There’s none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations, thou hast made shall bring Their off'rings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things, For thou art God alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet, Teach me thine heavenly ways, And all my wandering thoughts unite In God my father’s praise. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell. Scripture: Psalm 86:8-13 Languages: English
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A general Song of Praise to GOD

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.) #158b (1786) Topics: Praise General; Praise General First Line: Among the princes, earthly gods Lyrics: 1 Among the princes, earthly gods, There’s none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations, thou hast made shall bring Their off'rings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things, For thou art God alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet, Teach me thine heavenly ways, And all my wandering thoughts unite In God my father’s praise. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell. Scripture: Psalm 86:8-13 Languages: English
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A general Song of Praise to GOD

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #158b (1787) Topics: Praise General; Praise General First Line: Among the princes, earthly gods Lyrics: 1 Among the princes, earthly gods, There’s none hath power divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations, thou hast made shall bring Their off'rings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things, For thou art God alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet, Teach me thine heavenly ways, And all my wandering thoughts unite In God my father’s praise. 4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, How by thy grace my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell. Scripture: Psalm 86:8-13 Languages: English
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O mother dear, Jerusalem

Author: D. Dickson Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #403a (1898) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: General; General; General; General; Processionals General Lyrics: 1 O Mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to Thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? 2 O happy harbor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 3 No murky cloud o'er shadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun; For God Himself give light. 4 O sweet home, Jerusalem, Thy joys when shall I see? The King that sitteth on thy throne In his felicity? 5 Thy gardens and thy goodly walks Continually are green, Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers As nowhere else are seen. 6 Right through thy streets, with silver sound, The living waters flow, And on the banks, on either side The trees of life doth grow. 7 Those trees for evermore bear fruit, And evermore do spring: There evermore the angels sit And evermore do sing. 8 Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in Thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: MATERNA
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For a time of general Sickness

Author: Leech Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXXXIX (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: General sickness First Line: Death, with his dread commission seal'd Lyrics: 1 Death, with his dread commission seal'd, Now hastens to his arms: In awful state he takes the field, And sounds his dire alarms. 2 Attendant plagues around him stand, And wait his dread command; And pains, and dying groans obey The signal of his hand. 3 With cruel force, he scatters round His shafts of deadly power; While the grave waits its disten'd prey, Impatient to devour. 4 Look up, ye heirs of endless joy, Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is our reward, When life on earth shall fail. 5 What tho' his darts, promiscous hurl'd, Deal fatal plagues around; And heaps of putrid carcases O'erload the cumber'd ground; 6 The arrows, that shall wound your flesh, Were giv'n him from above, Dipt in the great redeemer's blood, And feather'd all with love. 7 These, with a gentle hand, he throws, And saints lie gasping too; But heavenly strength supports their souls, And bears them conquerors thro'. 8 Joyful they stretch their wings abroad, And all in triumph rise, To the fair palace of their God, And mansions in the skies. Languages: English
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For a time of general sickness

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCXLIX (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sickness General First Line: Death with his dread commission seal'd Lyrics: 1 Death with his dread commission seal'd, Now hastens to his arms: In awful state he takes the field, And sounds his dire alarms. 2 Attendant plagues around him stand, And wait his dread command; And pains, and dying groans obey The signal of his hand. 3 With cruel force, he scatters round His shafts of deadly pow'r; While the grave waits its destin'd prey, Impatient to devour. 4 Look up, ye heirs of endless joy, Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is our reward, When life on earth shall fail. 5 What though his darts promiscous hurl'd, Deal fatal plagues around; And heaps of putrid carcases O'erload the cumber'd ground; 6 The arrows, that shall wound your flesh, Were giv'n him from above, Dipt in the great Redeemer's blood, And feather'd all with love. 7 These, with a gentle hand he throws, And saints lie gasping too; But heav'nly strength supports their souls, And bears them conqu'rors through. Languages: English
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For a time of general sickness

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCXLIX (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sickness General First Line: Death with his dread commission seal'd Lyrics: 1 Death with his dread commission seal'd, Now hastens to his arms: In awful state he takes the field, And sounds his dire alarms. 2 Attendant plagues around him stand, And wait his dread command; And pains, and dying groans obey The signal of his hand. 3 With cruel force, he scatters round His shafts of deadly pow'r; While the grave waits its destin'd prey, Impatient to devour. 4 Look up, ye heirs of endless joy, Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is our reward, When life on earth shall fail. 5 What though his darts promiscous hurl'd, Deal fatal plagues around; And heaps of putrid carcases O'erload the cumber'd ground; 6 The arrows, that shall wound your flesh, Were giv'n him from above, Dipt in the great Redeemer's blood, And feather'd all with love. 7 These, with a gentle hand he throws, And saints lie gasping too; But heav'nly strength supports their souls, And bears them conqu'rors through. Languages: English
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Complaint of a general Corruption of Manners; or, The Promise and Signs of CHRIST's coming to Judgment

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #21 (1740) Topics: Corruption of Manners general First Line: Help, Lord, for Men of Virtue fail Lyrics: 1 Help, Lord, for Men of Virtue fail, Religion loses Ground; The Sons of Violence prevail, And Treacheries abound. 2 Their Oaths and Promises they break, Yet act the Flatterer's Part; With fair, deceitful Lips they speak, And with a double Heart. 3 If we reprove some hateful Lye, How is their fury stirr'd? "Are not our Lips our own," they cry, "And who shall be our Lord?" 4 Scoffers appear on every Side, Where a vile Race of Men Is rais'd to Seats of Pow'r and Pride, And bears the Sword in vain. Pause. 5 Lord, when Iniquities abound, And Blasphemy grows bold, When Faith is hardly to be found, And Love is waxen cold; 6 Is not thy Chariot hast'ning on; Hast thou not giv'n this Sign; May we not trust and live upon A Promise so divine? 7 "Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise, "And make Oppressors flee; "I shall appear to their Surprize, "And set my Servants free. 8 Thy Word, like Silver seven Times try'd, Thro' Ages shall endure; Then Men that in thy Truth confide Shall find the Promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 12 Languages: English
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A general Song of Praise to GOD

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #151a (1740) Topics: Praise General First Line: Among the Princes, earthly Gods Lyrics: 1 Among the Princes, earthly Gods, There's none hath Pow'r divine; Nor is their Nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their Works like thine. 2 The Nations thou hast made shall bring Their Off'rings round thy Throne; For thou alone dost wond'rous Things, For thou art GOD alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy Feet; Teach me thine heav'nly Ways, And my poor scatter'd Thoughts unite In GOD my Father's Praise. 4 Great is thy Mercy, and my Tongue Shall those great Wonders tell, How by thy Grace my sinking Soul Rose from the Deeps of Hell. Scripture: Psalm 86:8-13 Languages: English

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