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Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness!

Author: Thomas O. Chisholm (1866-1960) Hymnal: Hymns of Glory, Songs of Praise #153 (2008) Meter: 11.10.11.10 with refrain Topics: Summer First Line: Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father Lyrics: 1 Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father, there is no shadow of turning with thee; thou changest not, thy compassions, they fail not; as thou hast been thou forever wilt be. [Refrain:] Great is thy faithfulness! Great is thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see; all I have needed thy hand hath provided -- great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me. 2 Summer and winter, and seed-time and harvest, sun, moon, and stars in their courses above, join with all nature in manifold witness to thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love. [Refrain] 3 Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth, thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide; strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow, blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside. [Refrain] Scripture: Genesis 8:22 Languages: English Tune Title: FAITHFULNESS

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

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.) #183 (1786) Topics: Spring and Summer; Spring and Summer First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields in shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot, The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #183 (1790) Topics: Spring and Summer; Spring and Summer First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot; The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Now to the power of God supreme

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #190 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Spring and summer; Summer Lyrics: Now to the power of God supreme Be everlasting honors giv'n; He saves from hell, (we bless his name,) He calls our wand'ring feet to heav'n. Not for our duties or deserts, But of his own abounding grace, He works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praise. 'Twas his own purpose that begun To rescue rebels doomed to die; He gave us grace in Christ his Son Before he spread the starry sky. Jesus the Lord appears at last, And makes his Father's counsels known; Declares the great transactions past, And brings immortal blessings down. He dies, and in that dreadful night Did all the powers of hell destroy; Rising, he brought our heav'n to light, And took possession of the joy. Scripture: 2 Timothy 1:9-10 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

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.) #194b (1786) Topics: Spring and Summer; Spring and Summer First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot, The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

The Glory of God in Creation and Providence

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #194b (1787) Topics: Spring and Summer; Spring and Summer First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise Lyrics: 1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And like a robe his glory wears. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread; Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot when he flies On winged storms a-cross the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance or his love. 4 The world’s foundation by his hand Is pois'd and shall forever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd by the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; There gentle herds their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink, The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise, And chide our silence in his praise. Pause I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a pleasing juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with generous wine, His gifts proclaim his love divine. 12 His bounteous hands our table spread, He fills our cheerful stores with bread; While food our vital strength imparts, Let daily praise inspire our hearts. Pause II 13 Behold the stately cedar stands Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain’s foot, The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning-beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; The huge Leviathan resides, And fearless sports amid the tides. Pause III. 21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands. 22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign: Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ Till it expire in endless joy. 28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I to my God, my heavenly King, Immortal Hallelujahs sing. Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Firm as the earth thy gospel stands

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #207 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Spring and summer; Summer Lyrics: Firm as the earth thy gospel stands, My Lord, my hope, my trust; If I am found in Jesus' hands, My soul can ne'er be lost. His honor is engaged to save The meanest of his sheep; All that his heav'nly Father gave His hands securely keep. Nor death nor hell shall e'er remove His favorites from his breast; In the dear bosom of his love They must for ever rest. Scripture: John 10:28-29 Languages: English

While earth remains

Author: John L. Bell (b. 1949) Hymnal: Church Hymnary (4th ed.) #228 (2005) Meter: Irregular Topics: Summer First Line: God, who made the earth, declared it good in the beginning Scripture: Genesis 1:31 Languages: English Tune Title: ARIRANG

While earth remains

Author: John L. Bell (b. 1949) Hymnal: Hymns of Glory, Songs of Praise #228 (2008) Meter: Irregular Topics: Summer First Line: God, who made the earth, declared it good in the beginning Scripture: Genesis 1:31 Languages: English Tune Title: ARIRANG

Gather them all for Jesus

Author: Miss Eliza E. Hewitt Hymnal: The Sunday School Hymnal #259 (1899) Topics: Summer First Line: Gather the fairest rosebuds Lyrics: 1 Gather the fairest rosebuds, Sparkling with morning dew; Gather the purest lilies, Blossoms of brightest hue. Refrain: Gather them all for Jesus, Beautiful summer flowers; Yet will the sweetest offering, Come from these hearts of ours. 2 Out in the golden sunshine, Out in the shadows dim, Gather the little children, Gather them all for Him. [Refrain] 3 Tell them the dear old story, Wonderful words of love; Tell them of Christ, the Saviour, Living for them above. [Refrain] 4 Gather the little children Into the Sabbath School; Give them a kindly welcome, Following love’s sweet rule. [Refrain] Tune Title: [Gather the fairest rosebuds]