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Psalm 103 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #31 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Angels praise the Lord First Line: The Lord, how wondrous are his ways! Lyrics:
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.
Not half so high his power hath spread
The starry heav'ns above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
Not half so far hath nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those he loves.
How slowly doth his wrath arise!
On swifter wings salvation flies;
And if he lets his anger burn,
How soon his frowns to pity turn
Amidst his wrath compassion shines;
His strokes are lighter than our sins
And while his rod corrects his saints,
His ear indulges their complaints.
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.
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.
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.
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 103:8-18 Languages: English
Psalm 103 Part 2
God's gentle Chastisement; or His tender Mercy to his People
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #183 (1740) Topics: Angels praise the Lord First Line: The Lord, how wond'rous are his Ways! Lyrics: 1 The Lord, how wond'rous 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 Pow'r hath spread
The starry Heav'ns 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 slowly doth his Wrath arise!
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 Hands 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 ev'ry Wind that flies;
Like Grass we spring, and die as soon,
As Morning Flow'rs 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 103:8-18 Languages: English
God's gentle Chastisement; or His tender Mercy to his People
My soul, repeat his praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #30 (1835) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Angels praise the Lord Lyrics:
My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
God will not always chide;
And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
High as the heav'ns are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love
Far as the east is from the west
Doth all our guilt remove.
The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
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.
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
My soul, repeat his praise
Fairest of all the lights above
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #62 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise the Lord Lyrics: 1 Fairest of all the lights above,
Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres,
And with unwearied swiftness move,
To form the circles of our years;
2 Praise the Creator of the skies,
That dress'd thine orb in golden rays:
Or let the sun forget to rise,
If he forget his Maker's praise!
3 Thou reigning beauty of the night,
Fair queen of silence, silver moon,
Whose gentle beams, and borrow'd light,
Are softer rivals of the moon;
4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power
Waxing and waning honours pay,
Who bade thee rule the dusky hour,
And half supply the absent day!
5 Ye twinkling stars that gild the skies,
When darkness has its curtain drawn,
That keep your watch with wakeful eyes,
When business, cares, and day, are gone;
6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord,
Dispers'd through all the heavenly street,
Whose boundless treasures can afford,
So rich a pavement for his feet!
7 O God of glory, God of love,
Thou art the sun that makes our days;
With all thy shining works above
Let man attempt to speak thy praise!
Fairest of all the lights above
My Soul, repeat his Praise
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P103d (1766) Topics: Angels praise the Lord 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 Heav'ns are raised
Above the Ground we tread,
So far the Riches of his Grace
Our highest Thoughts exceed.
4 His Pow'r 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 Flow'r;
If one sharp Blast sweeps o'er the Field
It withers in an Hour.
8 But thy Compassion, Lord,
To endless Years endure;
And Children's Children ever find
Thy Words of Promise sure. Scripture: Psalm 103:8-18 Languages: English
My Soul, repeat his Praise
Praise ye Jehovah's name
Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #341 (1873) Topics: Let All that hath Breath Praise the Lord Lyrics: 1 Praise ye Jehovah's name;
Praise through his courts proclaim;
Rise and adore:
High o'er the heavens above
Sound his great acts of love,
While his rich grace we prove
Vast as his power.
2 Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise
Wide as his fame;
There let the harp be found;
Organs with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with his name.
3 While his high praise ye sing,
Shake every sounding string:
Sweet the accord!
He vital breath bestows:
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose--
Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 149:3
Praise ye Jehovah's name
Psalm 103 Part 2
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.227 (1806) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Angels praise the Lord First Line: My soul, repeat his praise Lyrics:
My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
God will not always chide;
And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
High as the heav'ns are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love
Far as the east is from the west
Doth all our guilt remove.
The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
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.
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
Psalm 103 Part 2
Holy God, We Praise Thy Name
Author: Ignaz Franz; Clarence A. Walworth Hymnal: The Celebration Hymnal #2 (1997) Meter: 7.8.7.8.7.7 Topics: Praise the Lord Lyrics: 1 Holy God, we praise Thy name;
Lord of all, we bow before Thee;
All on earth Thy scepter claim;
All in heav'n above adore Thee.
Infinite Thy vast domain;
Everlasting is Thy reign.
2 Hark, the glad celestial hymn
Angel choirs above are raising;
Cherubim and seraphim
In unceasing chorus praising;
Fill the heav'ns with sweet accord:
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
3 Holy Father, holy Son,
Holy Spirit: Three we name Thee,
While in essence only one;
Undivided God we claim Thee,
And adoring, bend the knee
While we sing our praise to Thee. Languages: English Tune Title: GROSSER GOTT
Holy God, We Praise Thy Name
O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Celebration Hymnal #21 (1997) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Praise the Lord First Line: O for a thousand tongues to sing Lyrics: 1 O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace.
2 Jesus! The Name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease,
'Tis music in the sinner's ears,
'Tis life and health and peace.
3 He breaks the pow'r of cancelled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean;
His blood availed for me.
4 Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
5 My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread thro' all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy Name.
Languages: English Tune Title: AZMON
O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing
Come let us sing: Praise to our King
Author: Charles Silvester Horne, 1805-1914 Hymnal: The Methodist Hymn-Book with Tunes #116a (1933) Meter: 10.10.10.10 with refrain Topics: The Lord Jesus Christ His Glory, Name, and Praise First Line: Sing we the King who is coming to reign Languages: English Tune Title: SING WE THE KING
Come let us sing: Praise to our King
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