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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: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence 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
The Glory of God in Creation and Providence
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #183 (1790) Topics: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence 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
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: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence 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
The Glory of God in Creation and Providence
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #194b (1787) Topics: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence 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
Psalm 104
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.229 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Works of creation and providence First Line: My soul, thy great Creator praise: Lyrics:
My soul, thy great Creator praise:
When clothed in his celestial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears.
The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
The unfathomed deep he makes his bed.
Clouds are his chariot when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.
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.
The world's foundations by his hand
Are poised, and shall for ever stand;
He binds the ocean in his chain,
Lest it should drown the earth again.
When earth was covered with the flood,
Which high above the mountains stood,
He thundered, and the ocean fled,
Confined to its appointed bed.
The swelling billows know their bound,
And in their channels walk their round;
Yet thence conveyed by secret veins,
They spring on hills and drench the plains.
He bids the crystal fountains flow,
And cheer the valleys as they go;
Tame heifers there their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.
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.
God from his cloudy cistern pours
On the parched earth enriching showers;
The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies
With herbs for man of various power,
To nourish nature or to dire.
What noble fruit the vines produce!
The olive yields a shining juice;
Our hearts are cheered with gen'rous wine,
With inward joy our faces shine.
O bless his name, ye Britons, fed
With nature's chief supporter, bread;
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigor in your hearts.
Behold, the stately cedar stands,
Raised in the forest by his hands;
Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,
And build their nests secure on high.
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.
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.
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.
Then man to daily labor goes;
The night was made for his repose;
Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief
From tiresome toil and wasting grief.
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.
Nor less thy glories in the deep,
Where fish in millions swim and creep
With wondrous motions, swift or slow,
Still wand'ring in the paths below.
There ships divide their wat'ry way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play;
There dwells the huge leviathan,
And foams and sports in spite of man.
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.
While each receives his diff'rent food,
Their cheerful looks pronounce it good:
Eagles and bears, and whales and worms,
Rejoice and praise in diff'rent forms.
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 is thine.
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.
His works, the wonders of his might,
Are honored with his own delight;
How awful are his glorious ways!
The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
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.
In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.
While haughty sinners die accursed,
Their glory buried with their dust,
I to my God, my heav'nly King,
Immortal hallelujahs sing.
Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame
An equal honor to his name?
Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English
Psalm 104
Summer and Winter
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.) #260 (1786) Topics: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence First Line: Let Zion praise the mighty God Lyrics: 1 Let Zion praise thy mighty God,
And make his honours known abroad;
For sweet the joy, our songs to raise,
And glorious is the work of praise.
2 Our children live secure and blest;
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains;
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground:
His hail descends with dreadful sound:
The icy bands the rivers hold,
And terror arms his wintry cold.
5 He bids the southern breezes blow;
The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call his people to his praise.
6 Thro' all our realm his laws are shown;
His gospel through the nation known;
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
Summer and Winter
Summer and Winter
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #260 (1790) Topics: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence First Line: Let Zion praise the mighty God Lyrics: 1 Let Zion praise thy mighty God,
And make his honours known abroad;
For sweet the joy, our songs to raise,
And glorious is the work of praise.
2 Our children live secure and blest;
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains;
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground:
His hail descends with dreadful sound:
The icy bands the rivers hold,
And terror arms his wintry cold.
5 He bids the southern breezes blow;
The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call his people to his praise.
6 Thro' all our realm his laws are shown;
His gospel through the nation known;
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
Summer and Winter
Summer and Winter
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.) #277 (1786) Topics: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence First Line: Let Zion praise the mighty God Lyrics: 1 Let Zion praise thy mighty God,
And make his honours known abroad;
For sweet the joy, our songs to raise,
And glorious is the work of praise.
2 Our children live secure and blest;
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains;
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground:
His hail descends with dreadful sound:
The icy bands the rivers hold,
And terror arms his wintry cold.
5 He bids the southern breezes blow;
The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call his people to his praise.
6 Thro' all our realm his laws are shown;
His gospel through the nation known;
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
Summer and Winter
Summer and Winter
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #277 (1787) Topics: Works of creation and providence; Works of creation and providence First Line: Let Zion praise the mighty God Lyrics: 1 Let Zion praise thy mighty God,
And make his honours known abroad;
For sweet the joy, our songs to raise,
And glorious is the work of praise.
2 Our children live secure and blest;
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains;
His flakes of snow like wool he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground:
His hail descends with dreadful sound:
The icy bands the rivers hold,
And terror arms his wintry cold.
5 He bids the southern breezes blow;
The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call his people to his praise.
6 Thro' all our realm his laws are shown;
His gospel through the nation known;
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To every land: praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
Summer and Winter
My Soul thy great Creator praise
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P104 (1766) Topics: Works of creation and providence 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 Heav'ns are for his Curtains spread,
Th' unfathomed Deep he makes his Bed;
Clouds are his Chariot when he flies
On winged Storms across 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 Foundations by his Hand
Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand;
He binds the Ocean in his Chain,
Lest it should drown the Earth again.
5 When Earth was cover'd with 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 Crystal Fountains flow;
And chear the Vallies as they go,
Tame Heifers there 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.
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9 GOD from his cloudy Cistern pours
On the parch'd Earth enriching Show'rs;
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 Pow'r,
To nourish Nature, or to cure.
11 What noble Fruit the Vines produce!
The Olive yields a shining Juice;
Our Hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous Wine,
With inward Joy our Faces shine.
12 O bless his Name, ye Britons, fed
With Nature's chief Supporter, Bread:
While Bread your vital Strength imparts,
Serve him with Vigour in your Hearts.
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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 and high.
14 To craggy Hill 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 ev'ry 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 wond'rous Motions, swift or slow,
Still wand'ring in the Paths below.
10 There Ships divide their watry Way,
And Flocks of scaly Monsters play;
There dwells the huge Leviathan,
And foams and sports in Spite of Man.
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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 diff'rent Food,
Their chearful Looks pronounce it good:
Eagles and Bears, and Whales and Worms,
Rejoice and praise in diff'rent 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 is thine.
24 But 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 sov'reign 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 heav'nly King,
Immortal Hallelujahs sing.
Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English
My Soul thy great Creator praise
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