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Psalm 73
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.160 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperity dangerous First Line: Sure there's a righteous God Lyrics:
Sure there's a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain;
Though men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.
I saw the wicked rise,
And felt my heart repine,
While haughty fools with scornful eyes
In robes of honor shine.
[Pampered with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair;
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.
Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure;
Through all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.
Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God;
Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.
But I with flowing tears
Indulged my doubts to rise;
"Is there a God that sees or hears
The things below the skies?"]
The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense,
Till to thy house my feet were brought,
To learn thy justice thence.
Thy word with light and power
Did my mistake amend;
I viewed the sinners' life before,
But here I learnt their end.
On what a slipp'ry steep
The thoughtless wretches go;
And O that dreadful fiery deep
That waits their fall below!
Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine;
I call my God my portion now,
And all my powers are thine.
Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English
Psalm 73
Let the wild leopards of the wood
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #88 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics:
Let the wild leopards of the wood
Put off the spots that nature gives,
Then may the wicked turn to God,
And change their tempers and their lives.
As well might Ethiopian slaves
Wash out the darkness of their skin,
The deed as well might leave their graves,
As old transgressors cease to sin.
Where vice has held its empire long,
'Twill not endure the least control;
None but a power divinely strong
Can turn the current of the soul.
Great God! I own thy power divine
That works to change this heart of mine;
I would be formed anew, and bless
The wonders of creating grace.
Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English
Let the wild leopards of the wood
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
Author: Isaac Watts; Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #93 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics:
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
And threatens to destroy;
He worries whom he can't devour
With a malicious joy.
Ye sons of God, oppose his rage,
Resist, and he'll begone;
Thus did our dearest Lord engage
And vanquish him alone.
Now he appears almost divine,
Like innocence and love;
But the old serpent lurks within
When he assumes the dove.
Fly from the false deceiver's tongue,
Ye sons of Adam, fly;
Our parents found the snare too strong,
Nor should the children try.
Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
Broad is the road that leads to death
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #94 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics:
Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrower path,
With here and there a traveller.
"Deny thyself, and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heav'nly land.
The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,
And makes his own destruction sure.
Lord, let not all my hopes be vain
Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.
Scripture: Psalm 73:23-28 Languages: English
Broad is the road that leads to death
Psalm 55
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.124 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperity dangerous First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries Lyrics:
O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
"Behold my flowing tears;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
Their rage is leveled at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with ev'ry breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
O were I like a feathered dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry;
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.
I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men
Scarce live out half their days.
Scripture: Psalm 55:1-8 Languages: English
Psalm 55
Psalm 55
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.125 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Prosperity dangerous First Line: Let sinners take their course Lyrics:
Let sinners take their course,
And choose the road to death
But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.
My thoughts address his throne
When morning brings the light;
I'll seek his blessing every noon,
And pay my vows at night.
Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God,
While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath thine angry rod.
Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear nor trust thy name,
Nor learn to do thy will.
But I with all my cares
Will lean upon the Lord;
I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word.
His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love;
The ground on which their safety stands,
No earthly power can move.
Scripture: Psalm 55:15-17 Languages: English
Psalm 55
My Saviour and my King
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P45a (1766) Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics: 1 My Saviour and my King,
Thy Beauties are divine;
Thy Lips with Blessings overflow,
And ev'ry Grace is thine.
2 Now make thy Glory known,
Gird on thy dreadful Sword,
And ride in Majesty to spread
The Conquests of thy Word.
3 Strike through thy stubborn Foes,
Or melt their Hearts t'obey,
While Justice, Meekness, Grace and Truth,
Attend thy glorious Way.
4 Thy Laws, O GOD, are right;
Thy Throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious Gospel proves,
A Scepter in thy Hand.
5 [Thy Father and thy GOD
Hath without Measure shed
His Spirit, like a joyful Oil,
T'anoint thy sacred Head.]
6 [Behold, at thy Right-hand,
The Gentile Church is seen,
Like a fair Bride in rich Attire,
And Princes guard the Queen.]
7 Fair Bride, receive his Love,
Forget thy Father's House;
Forsake thy Gods, thy Idol-Gods,
And pay thy Lord thy Vows.
8 O let thy GOD and King
Thy sweetest Thoughts employ;
Thy Children shall his Honour sing
In Palaces of Joy. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English
My Saviour and my King
I'll speak the Honours of my King
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P45b (1766) Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics: 1 I'll speak the Honorus of my King,
His Form divinely fair;
None of his Sons of mortal Race
May with the Lord compare.
2 Sweet is thy Speech, and heav'nly Grace
Upon thy Lips is shed;
Thy GOD, with Blessings infinite
Hath crown'd thy sacred Head.
3 Gird on thy Sword, victorious Prince;
Ride with majestic Sway;
Thy Terror shall strike through thy Foes,
And make the World obey.
4 Thy Throne, O GOD, for ever stands,
Thy Word of Grace shall prove
A peaceful Scepter in thy Hands,
To rule the Saints by Love.
5 Justice and Truth attend thee still,
But Mercy is thy Choice;
And GOD, thy GOD, thy Soul shall fill
With most peculiar Joys. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English
I'll speak the Honours of my King
Now be my Heart inspir'd to sing
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P45c (1766) Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics: 1 Now be my Heart inspir'd to sing
The glories of my Saviour King,
Jesus the Lord; how heav'nly fair
His Form! how bright his Beauties are!
2 O'er all the Sons of human Race
He shines with a superior Grace;
Love from his Lips divinely flows,
And Blessings all his State compose.
3 Dress thee in Arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the Terror of thy Sword,
In Majesty and Glory ride
With Truth and Meekness at thy Side.
4 Thine Anger, like a pointed Dart,
Shall pierce the Foes of stubborn Heart;
Or Words of Mercy kind and sweet,
Shall melt the Rebels at thy Feet.
5 Thy Throne, O GOD, for ever stands,
Grace is the Scepter in thy Hands;
Thy Laws and Works are just and right,
Justice and Grace are thy Delight.
6 GOD, thine own GOD, has richly shed
His Oil of Gladness on thy Head,
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: Latin
Now be my Heart inspir'd to sing
The King of Saints, how fair his Face
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P45d (1766) Topics: Prosperity dangerous Lyrics: 1 The King of saints, how fair his Face,
Adorn'd with Majesty and Grace!
He comes with Blessings from above,
And wins the Nations to his Love.
2 At his Right-hand our Eyes behold
The Queen array'd in purest Gold;
The World admires her heav'nly Dress,
Her Robe of Joy and Righteousness.
3 He forms her Beauties like his own;
He calls and seats her near his Throne;
Fair Stranger, let thine Heart forget
The Idols of thy native State.
4 So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee the Fav'rite of his Choice;
Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy Hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair Palace in the Skies,
And all thy Sons (a num'rous Train)
Each like a Prince in Glory reign!
6 Let endless Honours crown his Head;
Let ev'ry Age his Praises spread;
While we with chearful Songs approve
The Condescensions of his Love. Scripture: Psalm 45 Languages: English
The King of Saints, how fair his Face
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