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Psalm 15
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.29 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Relative duties First Line: Who shall inhabit in thy hill Lyrics:
Who shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?
Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?
The man that walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands;
That trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.
He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbor wrong.
The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all that fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.
His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor:
This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heav'n secure.
Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English
Psalm 15
Psalm 15
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.30 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Relative duties First Line: Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place Lyrics:
Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below;
Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbor wrong.
[Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vents it to his neighbor's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honored in his eyes.]
[Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good;
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]
[He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]
He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face
And doth to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.
Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.
Scripture: Psalm 15 Languages: English
Psalm 15
'I lift my banners,' saith the Lord
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #502 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Relative duties Lyrics:
"I lift my banner," saith the Lord,
"Where Antichrist has stood;
The city of my gospel foes
Shall be a field of blood.
"My heart has studied just revenge,
And now the day appears;
The day of my redeemed is come
To wipe away their tears.
"Quite weary is my patience grown,
And bids my fury go;
Swift as the lightning it shall move,
And be as fatal too.
"I call for helpers, but in vain;
Then has my gospel none?
Well, mine own arm has might enough
To crush my foes alone.
"Slaughter and my devouring sword
Shall walk the streets around,
Babel shall reel beneath my stroke,
And stagger to the ground."
Thy honors, O victorious King!
Thine own right hand shall raise,
While we thy awful vengeance sing,
And our deliv'rer praise.
Scripture: Isaiah 63:4-7 Languages: English
'I lift my banners,' saith the Lord
In thine own ways, O God of love
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #603 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Relative duties Lyrics:
In thine own ways, O God of love,
We wait the visits of thy grace,
Our soul's desire is to thy name,
And the remembrance of thy face.
My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee
'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night;
My earnest cries salute the skies
Before the dawn restore the light.
Look, how rebellious men deride
The tender patience of my God!
But they shall see thy lifted hand,
And feel the scourges of thy rod.
Hark! the Eternal rends the sky,
A mighty voice before him goes;
A voice of music to his friends,
But threat'ning thunder to his foes.
Come, children, to your Father's arms,
Hide in the chambers of my grace,
Till the fierce storms be overblown,
And my revenging fury cease.
My sword shall boast its thousands slain,
And drink the blood of haughty kings,
While heav'nly peace around my flock
Stretches its soft and shady wings.
Scripture: Isaiah 26:21 Languages: English
In thine own ways, O God of love
Psalm 133
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.303 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Relative duties First Line: Lo! what an entertaining sight Lyrics:
Lo! what an entertaining sight
Are brethren that agree!
Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety!
When streams of love from Christ the spring
Descend to every soul,
And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole;
'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,
On Aaron's reverend head
The trickling drops perfumed his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.
'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.
Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English
Psalm 133
Psalm 133
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.304 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Relative duties First Line: Blest are the sons of peace Lyrics:
Blest are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one,
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.
Blest is the pious house
Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.
Thus when on Aaron's head
They poured the rich perfume,
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure filled the room.
Thus on the heav'nly hills
The saints are bless'd above,
Where joy, like morning dew, distils,
And all the air is love.
Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English
Psalm 133
Psalm 133
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.305 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.8 Topics: Relative duties First Line: How pleasant 'tis to see Lyrics:
How pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree;
Each in their proper station move,
And each fulfil their part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!
'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet;
The oil through all the room
Diffused a choice perfume,
Ran through his robes, and blessed his feet.
Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighboring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heav'nly dew, distils.
Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English
Psalm 133
Lo! what an entertaining sight
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #313 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Relative duties Lyrics:
Lo! what an entertaining sight
Are brethren that agree!
Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety!
When streams of love from Christ the spring
Descend to every soul,
And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole;
'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,
On Aaron's reverend head
The trickling drops perfumed his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.
'Tis pleasant as the morning dews
That fall on Zion's hill,
Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.
Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English
Lo! what an entertaining sight
Blest are the sons of peace
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #416 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Relative duties Lyrics:
Blest are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one,
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.
Blest is the pious house
Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.
Thus when on Aaron's head
They poured the rich perfume,
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure filled the room.
Thus on the heav'nly hills
The saints are bless'd above,
Where joy, like morning dew, distils,
And all the air is love.
Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English
Blest are the sons of peace
How pleasant 'tis to see
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #417 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.8 Topics: Relative duties Lyrics:
How pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree;
Each in their proper station move,
And each fulfil their part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!
'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet;
The oil through all the room
Diffused a choice perfume,
Ran through his robes, and blessed his feet.
Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighboring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heav'nly dew, distils.
Scripture: Psalm 133 Languages: English
How pleasant 'tis to see
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