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Psalm 119 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.266 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc; Sincerity professed First Line: Thou art my portion, O my God Lyrics: Thou art my portion, O my God; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. I choose the path of heav'nly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pard'ning grace. Now I am thine, for ever thine, O save thy servant, Lord; Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word. Thou hast inclined this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus, till mortal life shall end, Would I perform thy will. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

Thou art my portion, O my God

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #335 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc; Sincerity professed Lyrics: Thou art my portion, O my God; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. I choose the path of heav'nly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pard'ning grace. Now I am thine, for ever thine, O save thy servant, Lord; Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word. Thou hast inclined this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus, till mortal life shall end, Would I perform thy will. Scripture: Psalm 119 Languages: English

Psalm 139 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.314 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc First Line: Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through Lyrics: Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through, Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers. My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my op'ning lips they break. Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun. Or from thy dreadful glory run? If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthroned in light Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Through midnight shades as blazing noon. Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye. O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Psalm 139 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.315 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc First Line: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came Lyrics: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Formed by the model of thy book. By thee my growing parts were named, And what thy sovereign counsels framed- The breathing lungs, the beating heart- Was copied with unerring art. At last, to show my Maker's name, God stamped his image on my frame, And in some unknown moment joined The finished members to the mind. There the young seeds of thought began, And all the passions of the man: Great God, our infant nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praise. Lord, since in my advancing age I've acted on life's busy stage, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The num'rous wonders of thy grace. These on my heart are still impressed, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Psalm 139 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.316 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc First Line: My God, what inward grief I feel Lyrics: My God, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane Take thy tremendous name in vain. Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws and thee, I count them enemies to me. Lord, search my soul, try every thought; Though my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes. Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? O turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Psalm 139 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.317 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc First Line: In all my vast concerns with thee Lyrics: In all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word He knows the sense I mean. O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heav'n thy glorious throne. Should I suppress my vital breath To 'scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. If winged with beams of morning light I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard thy law Would turn the shades to light. The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee O may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Psalm 139 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.318 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc First Line: When I with pleasing wonder stand Lyrics: When I with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey, Lord, 'tis thy work I own thy hand Thus built my humble clay. Thy hand my heart and reins possessed Where unborn nature grew; Thy wisdom all my features traced, And all my members drew. Thine eye with nicest care surveyed The growth of every part; Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid Was copied by thy art. Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind, Show me thy wondrous skill But I review myself, and find Diviner wonders still. Thy aweful glories round me shine, My flesh proclaims thy praise; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Psalm 139 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.319 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc First Line: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er Lyrics: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill; And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal. These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me! O may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee! Scripture: Psalm 139:14 Languages: English

Lord! thou hast search'd and seen me thro'

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #10 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc Lyrics: Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through, Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers. My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my op'ning lips they break. Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun. Or from thy dreadful glory run? If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthroned in light Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Through midnight shades as blazing noon. Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye. O may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

In all my vast concerns with thee

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #11 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc Lyrics: In all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word He knows the sense I mean. O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love. Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heav'n thy glorious throne. Should I suppress my vital breath To 'scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. If winged with beams of morning light I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard thy law Would turn the shades to light. The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee O may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #56 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc Lyrics: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Formed by the model of thy book. By thee my growing parts were named, And what thy sovereign counsels framed- The breathing lungs, the beating heart- Was copied with unerring art. At last, to show my Maker's name, God stamped his image on my frame, And in some unknown moment joined The finished members to the mind. There the young seeds of thought began, And all the passions of the man: Great God, our infant nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praise. Lord, since in my advancing age I've acted on life's busy stage, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount. I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The num'rous wonders of thy grace. These on my heart are still impressed, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

When I with pleasing wonder stand

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #57 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc Lyrics: When I with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey, Lord, 'tis thy work I own thy hand Thus built my humble clay. Thy hand my heart and reins possessed Where unborn nature grew; Thy wisdom all my features traced, And all my members drew. Thine eye with nicest care surveyed The growth of every part; Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid Was copied by thy art. Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind, Show me thy wondrous skill But I review myself, and find Diviner wonders still. Thy aweful glories round me shine, My flesh proclaims thy praise; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

My God, what inward grief I feel

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #336 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc Lyrics: My God, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane Take thy tremendous name in vain. Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws and thee, I count them enemies to me. Lord, search my soul, try every thought; Though my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes. Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? O turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #580 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Holiness professed; Professions of sincerity and repentance, etc Lyrics: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill; And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal. These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me! O may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee! Scripture: Psalm 139:17-18 Languages: English

Psalm 50 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.112 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Professions false First Line: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Lyrics: The Lord, the Judge, before his throne Bids the whole earth draw nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. No more shall bold blasphemers say, "Judgment will ne'er begin;" No more abuse his long delay To impudence and sin. Throned on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way; Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, Lead on the dreadful day. Heav'n from above his call shall hear, Attending angels come, And earth and hell shall know and fear His justice and their doom. "But gather all my saints," he cries, "That made their peace with God By the Redeemer's sacrifice, And sealed it with his blood. "Their faith and works, brought forth to light Shall make the world confess, My sentence of reward is right, And heav'n adore my grace." Scripture: Psalm 50:1-6 Languages: English

Psalm 50 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.113 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Professions false First Line: Thus saith the Lord, The spacious fields Lyrics: Thus saith the Lord, "The spacious fields, And flocks, and herds, are mine; O'er all the cattle of the hills I claim a right divine. "I ask no sheep for sacrifice, Nor bullocks burnt with fire; To hope and love, to pray and praise, Is al] that I require. "Call upon me when trouble's near, My hand shall set thee free Then shall thy thankful lips declare The honor due to me. "The man that offers humble praise, He glorifies me best; And those that tread my holy ways Shall my salvation taste." Scripture: Psalm 50:8 Languages: English

Psalm 50 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.114 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Professions false First Line: When Christ to judgment shall descend Lyrics: When Christ to judgment shall descend, And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. "Not for the want of bullocks slain Will I the world reprove; Altars, and rites, and forms are vain, Without the fire of love. "And what have hypocrites to do To bring their sacrifice? They call my statutes just and true, But deal in theft and lies. "Could you expect to 'scape my sight, And sin without control? But I shall bring your crimes to light, With anguish in your soul." Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear, If once you fall beneath his sword, There's no deliv'rer there. Scripture: Psalm 50:1 Languages: English

Psalm 50 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.115 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Professions false First Line: The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns Lyrics: The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns, Let hypocrites attend and fear, Who place their hope in rites and forms, But make not faith nor love their care. Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit; A friend or brother they defame, And soothe and flatter those they hate. They watch to do their neighbors wrong, Yet dare to seek their Maker's face; They take his cov'nant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace. To heav'n they lift their hands unclean, Defiled with lust, defiled with blood; By night they practise every sin, By day their mouths draw near to God. And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure and sin the more; They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour. O dreadful hour! when God draws near And sets their crimes before their eyes! His wrath their guilty souls shall tear, And no deliv'rer dare to rise. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.116 (1806) Meter: Irregular Topics: Professions false First Line: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth Lyrics: The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day! Behold, the Judge descends, his guards are nigh; Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom: "But gather first my saints," the Judge commands, "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new, There's no distinction here; come, spread their thrones, And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons. "I, their Almighty Savior and their God, I am their Judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear: Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire. "Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flames of love; in vain the store Of brutal off'rings that were mine before; Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed. "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood? Can I be flattered with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong? In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends. "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love, But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That God, the Righteous, would indulge thy sin? Behold my terrors now: my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul." Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend Lest, like a lion, his last vengeance tear Your trembling souls, and no deliv'rer near. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.117 (1806) Topics: Professions false First Line: The God of glory sends his summons forth Lyrics: The God of glory sends his summons forth, Calls the south nations and awakes the north; From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Through distant worlds and regions of the dead: The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more; behold the day: Behold, the Judge descends; his guards are nigh; Tempests and fire attend him down the sky. When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. "Heav'n, earth, and hell, draw near; let all things come To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom; But gather first my saints," the Judge commands, "Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation. "Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good, Sealed by th' eternal Sacrifice in blood, And signed with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship or the new." There's no distinction here; join all your voices, And raise your heads, ye saints, for heav'n rejoices. "Here," saith the Lord, "ye angels, spread their thrones And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons: Come, my redeemed, possess the joys prepared Ere time began; 'tis your divine reward." When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion; And shout, ye saints; he comes for your salvation "I am the Savior, I th' Almighty God, I am the Judge: ye heav'ns, proclaim abroad My just eternal sentence, and declare Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear." When God appears, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. "Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vain: Thou hypocrite, once dressed in saints' attire, I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. "Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Without the flame of love; in vain the store Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before." Earth is the Lord's, all nature shall adore him; While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood? Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Flocks, herds, and fields and forests where they feed." All is the Lord's, he rules the wide creation; Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation. "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows? Are my eyes charmed thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?" God is the Judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. "Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope to please A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these, While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong?" Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. "In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends; Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; While the false flatt'rer at my altar waits, His hardened soul divine instruction hates." God is the Judge of hearts, no fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. "Silent I waited with long-suff'ring love; But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? And cherish such an impious thought within, That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?" See, God appears; all nature joins t' adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. "Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear Thy bleeding heart, and no deliv'rer near." Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heav'n rejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices. Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works amend, Fly to the Savior, make the Judge your friend: Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

So did the Hebrew prophet raise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #281 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Professions false Lyrics: So did the Hebrew prophet raise The brazen serpent high, The wounded felt immediate ease, The camp forbore to die. "Look upward in the dying hour, And live," the prophet cries; But Christ performs a nobler cure, When Faith lifts up her eyes. High on the cross the Savior hung, High in the heav'ns he reigns: Here sinners by th' old serpent stung Look, and forget their pains. When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying world revives; The Jew beholds the glorious hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives. Scripture: John 3:14-16 Languages: English

How large the promise, how divine

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #527 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Professions false Lyrics: How large the promise, how divine, To Abram and his seed! "I'll be a God to thee and thine, Supplying all their need." The words of his extensive love From age to age endure; The Angel of the cov'nant proves, And seals the blessing sure. Jesus the ancient faith confirms, To our great fathers giv'n; He takes young children to his arms, And calls them heirs of heav'n. Our God, how faithful are his ways! His love endures the same; Nor from the promise of his grace Blots out the children's name. Scripture: Genesis 17:7 Languages: English

Gentiles by nature, we belong

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #528 (1835) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Professions false Lyrics: Gentiles by nature, we belong To the wild olive wood; Grace took us from the barren tree, And grafts us in the good. With the same blessings grace endows The Gentile and the Jew; If pure and holy be the root, Such are the branches too. Then let the children of the saints Be dedicate to God, Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord, And wash them in thy blood. Thus to the parents and their seed Shall thy salvation come, And num'rous households meet at last In one eternal home. Scripture: Romans 11:16-17 Languages: English

Sei hochgelobt, Herr Jesu Christ

Author: G. Woltersdorf, 1725-1761 Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #557 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Sei hochgelobt, herr Jesu Christ, daß du der Kinder Heiland bist, und das die kleine Lämmerschaar dir, König, nicht verächtlich war. 2 Gelobet sei des Vaters Rath für seiner Liebe Wunderthal! Sein ewger Sohn wird arm und klein, daß Kinder könne selig sein. 3 Gelobet sei der heilge Geist, der jedes Lamm zumHirten weist, der Kindern zu erkennen giebt, wie brünstig sie der Heiland liebt. 4 Er macht durch seinen Gnadenzug ein kleines Kind zum Glauben klug; dann lernt's mit Freuden das verstehn, was weise Männer oft nicht sehn. 5 Laßt doch die Kindlein her zu mir! So riefst du Herr! drum bin ich hier; für sie gehört meine ganzes Reich, drum ward ich selbst den Kindern gleich! 6 Ach, lehre unsre Kinderschaar, das sie zusammen immerdar mit Herz und Lippen dich erhöhn: so wird des Satans Reich vergehn. 7 Sei hochgelobt, Herr Jesu Christ, das du der Kinder Heiland bist, und das du, hocherhabner Fürst, der Kinder Heiland bleiben wirst! Languages: German

So tret ich demnach an

Author: J. H. v. Hippen Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #565 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 So tret ich demnach an, wie gut ich immer kann, mein Amt, Beruf und Wesen, dazu mich Gott erlesen, der wird mir seinen Segen auch wissen beizulegen. 2 Dir, Vater, sag ich Dank, daß du mein Lebenlang so reichlich mich ernähret und manche Gnad bescheret; laß deine Güt und Gaben mich heute ferner laben. 3 Ach mein Herr Jesu Christ, der du mein Helfer bist, ach segne meine Werke, mich selbst vom Himmel stärke, damit ich deinen Willen in Allem mög erfüllen. 4 Behüte Seel und Leib und Alles von mir treib, was meine Nahrung hindert und deinen Segen mindert; ja laß in Fried und Freuden mich einst von hinnen scheiden. Languages: German

Fang dein Werk mit Jesu an

Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #566 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Fang dein Werk mit Jesu an, Jesus hat's in Händen; Jesum ruf zum Beistand an, Jesus wird's wohl enden. Steh mit Jesu Morgens auf, geh mit Jesu schlafen, führ mit Jesu deinen lauf, lasse Jesum schaffen. 2 Morgens soll der Anfang sein, Jesum anzubeten, daß er woll dein Helfer sein stets in deinen Nöthen. Morgens, Abends und bei Nacht will er stehn zur Seiten, wenn des Satans List und Macht dich sucht zu bestreiten. 3 Wenn dein Jesus mit dir ist, laß die Feinde wüthen; er wird dich vor ihrer List schützen und behüten. Setz nur das Vertrauen dein in sein Allmachts Hände und glaub sicher, daß allein er dein Unglück wende. 4 Wenn denn deine Sach also mit Gott angefangen, ei so hat es keine Noth, wirst den Zweck erlangen. Es wird folgen Glück und Heil hier in diesem Leben; endlich wird dir Gott dein Theil auch im Himmel geben. 5 Nun, Herr Jesu, all mein Sach sei dir übergeben; es nach deinem Willen mach auch im Tod und Leben. All mein Werk greif ich jetzt an, Jesu in dein'm Namen, laß es doch sein wohlgethan; ich sprech darauf: Amen. Languages: German

Bleib, Jesu, bleib bei mir

Author: E. Neumeister Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #567 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Bleib, Jesu, bleib bei mir, es will nun Abend werden! Der Tag hat sich geneigt mit meiner Zeit auf Erden, mein Abschied stellt sich ein, die Stunde naht sich nun, da ich soll auf der Welt die letzte Reise thun. 2 Die Zeit der Pilgrimschaft, die ich hier angefangen, ist über Berg und Thal, durch kreuz und Noth gegangen; du aber warft bei mir, auch wenn ich's nicht gemerkt, und hast das matte Herz durch deinen Trost gestärkt. 3 So wirst du mich zuletzt mein Jesu nicht verlassen, mein Glaube soll dich fest mit beiden Armen fassen! Ach ja, ich höre schon, was mir dein Mund verspricht: "Ich weich neicht von dir, so fürchte dich nur nicht!" 4 Drum fürcht ich mich auch nicht. Wird meine Seele scheiden, so führest du sie ein in's Paradies der Freuden: so ist der schwere Weg des ganzen Lebens gut, wenn man den letzten Schritt mit dir in Himmel thut. Languages: German

Mein Gott, die Arbeit meiner Hände

Author: F. Henrici Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #568 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Mein Gott, die Arbeit meiner Hände fang ich in deinem Namen an: gieb, daß ich sie also vollende, das sie dir wohlgefallen kann, und steh mir allzeit gnädig bei, daß mein Beruf gesegnet sei. 2 Laß alles wohl von Statten gehen, erleichtre meine sauren Schweiß, gieb deinen Rath mir zu verstehen, wo ich mir nicht zu rathen weiß; verhüte Schaden und Gefahr durch deiner lieben Engel Schaar. 3 Sich mir Gesundheit, Kraft und Stärke, Vernunft, Geduld Geschicklichkeit, und wenn ich deine Güte merke, das mich dein Segen hat erfreut, so lenk meinen Geist und Sinn, das ich nicht übermüthig bin. 4 Verleih mir auch ein christlich Leben, und laß mich nicht mit Wucherei und List und Trug nach Reuchtum streben, damit dein Fluch nicht auf mir sei, der Alles, wa du mir beschert, zur Strafe wiederum verzehrt. 5 Beschere mir ein fromm Gesinde, das fleißig, treu und redlich ist, und gieb, daß ich in mir befinde, daß du ihr Gott und Sch¨pfer bist, und daß du über meiner Schuld und bist voll Langmuth und Geduld. 6 Laß böse Neider ober Feinde mir nicht nach meiner Nahrung stehn, und mir beständig gute Freunde mit Nath und That entgegen gehn; denn aller Herzen und Verstand hast du, meine Gott, in deiner Hand. 7 Ist dann mein Lebenstag erloschen, ach, so bestelle selbst mein Haus, und theile mir den Gnadengroschen bei deinen Auserwählten aus, daß ich von meiner Arbeit ruh; mein lieber Gott, sprich Ja dazu. Languages: German

Dich preis ich, höchster Gott

Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #569 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Dich preis ich, höchster Gott, mein Schutz und mein Erhalter! weil du mich gnädig führst und leitest bis ins Alter. Vergib mir Alles, was ich wider dich gethan, und sieh durch Christi Blut mich mit Erbarmen an. 2 Ich nehm an Kräften ab, Bemeinem Unvermögen bedarf ich mehr als sonst dein väterlich Verpflegen. Mein Hoffen ist und bleibt auf dich, mein Gott! gestellt; bring mich mit Ehren durch, und selig von der Welt. 3 Heb, trag und führe mich, mein Gott! wie du verheißen; laß mich für solche Huld dich lieben, loben, preisen. Herr Jesu! schließe mich i deine Wunden ein; laß mich durch sanften Tod bald ewig bei dir sein. Languages: German

Nichts Betrübters ist auf Erden

Author: M. Hunold, 1621-1672 Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #570 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Nichts Betrübters ist auf Erden, nichts kann so zu Herzen gehn, als wann arme Witwen werden, wenn verlaßne Waisen stehn, ohne Vater, ohne Muth, ohne Freunde, ohne Gut; Witwen sind verlaßne Frauen, wer mag auf die Waisen schauen. 2 Ach wie müssen oft die Armen leiden vieles Ungemach, ihrer wen'ge sich erbarmen, Witwen schreien Weh und Ach über den, der sie so preßt, und in Nöthen stecken läßt; Waisen müssen sich nur schmiegen, andern unter Füßen liegen. 3 Also muß es hier ergehen in der Welt auch mir und dir, Waisen müssen traurig stehen, Witwen müssen leiden hier; denn wie könte Gott sonst mein und der Deinen Vater sein? Sonsten wäre Gott nicht Richter und der Waisen Sache Schlichter. 4 Witwen sind in Gottes Armen, Waisen sind in Gottes Schooß, ihrer will er sich erbarmen, wär die Noth auch noch so groß; ein solch ungerechter Mann tastet Gottes Augen an, der die armen Waisen drücket und der Witwen Herz bestricket. 5 Wenn sie bleiben in den Schranken, darin euch Gott hat gestellt, und von seiner Treu nicht wanken, weil er sich zu ihnen hält, sollen sie im Himmelsschloß werden alles Kummers los, da soll nicht mehr, wie auf Erden Witwennoth gehöret werden. Languages: German

Will ich nicht, so muß ich weinen

Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #571 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Will ich nicht, so muß ich weinen, wenn ich mit es recht betracht; weil verlassen mich die Meinen, und genommen gute Nacht. Ach, wo ist meine But'r und Mutter? Ach, sie lieben schon im Grab. Ach, wo sind meine Brüd'r und Schwestern? Keinen Freund ich nirgends hab. 2 O mein allerliebster Jesu, schau mich armes Waislein an! Du bist ja meine liebster Vater: sonst mir Niemand helfen kann. Weil mein Eltern sind gestorben, leben nicht auf dieser Welt: so hab ich dich, liebster Jesu, für mein Vater auserwählt. 3 O mein allerliebster Jesu, hör mich armes Waislein an, weil ich traurig vor dir stehe, selber mir nicht helfen kann. Du bist ja mein liebster Jesu, und dein Kind will ich nun sein, so im Leben, so im Sterben treu beständig dir allein. 4 Fort, o Welt, mit dein'm Getümmel; fort mit deiner Eitelkeit! Mein Verlangen steht in Himmel, dort zu suchen Trost und Freud. Allhier ist nur Kreuz und Leiden. Falschheit und Betrügerei; von mein'm Gott will ich nicht weichen; denn er ist der beste Freund. Languages: German

Gott, gieb Fried in deinem Lande

Author: G. Edelmann, 1660-1727 Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #572 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Gott, gieb Fried in deinem Lande, da du wohnst mit dienem Wort; Glück und Heil zu allem Stande gieb uns auch an allem Ort; mach des Krieges bald ein End, deinen Frieden zu uns wend, daß wir stehen mögen bleiben dein Wort ungehindert treiben. 2 Gott, gieb Fried in der Gemeine, die dich ehrt und recht erkennt, Jesum Christum auch alleine ihren Seligmacher nennt; laß sie Schutz und Friede han, daß ihr nichts mehr haben an alle, die wider sie streiten; steh ihr bei auf allen Seiten. 3 Gott, gieb Fried an allen Enden, da dein Wort im Schwange geht; laß dein Wort nicht von uns wenden, weil darauf dein Ehr besteht. Wend von uns ab falsche lehr, die dein Wort verdunkelt sehr; laß uns dein Wort helle scheinen, mach selig dadurch die Deinen. 4 Gott, gieb Fried zu allen Zeiten, weil wir jetzt das Leben han; sonst kann Niemand für uns streiten, mit Menschen ist nichts gethan. Darum du, Herr Jesu Christ. der du unser Kriegsfürst bist, streit für uns als deine Freunde, und stürz alle deine Feinde. 5 Gott, gieb Fried! Es thut vonnöthen, weil die Feind so grausam sein, die mit ihrem Rauben und mit Tödten schonen nicht der Kindelein. Räche das unschuldge Blut, das um Rache schreien thut, straf der Feinde Sünd und Schanden, deren sie sich unterstanden. 6 Gott, gieb Fried, den nicht kann geben die gottlose, böse Welt, die mit ihrem Kriege strebet nur nach Ehren, Gut und Geld; Jesu Christ, du Friedefürst, wenn du Friede geben wirst, so woll'n wir dir Ehr erweisen, dich mit Freuden lob'n und preisen. Languages: German

O heilige Dreieinigkeit

Author: Aem. Jul. v. Schwarzb. Rud. 1637-1706 Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #573 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 O heilige Dreieinigkeit, erhalt uns unsre Obrigkeit, die deine treue Vaterhand gesetzet selbst in diesen Stand. 2 Dein guter Geist sie leit und führ, und segne ihr Thun für und für, das sie voll Weisheit und Verstand regiere christlich Leut und Land. 2 Damit wir führen unter ihr ein still geruhig Leben hier, und dermaleinst mit ihr, mein Hort, bestehen wou\hl in Himmel dort. Languages: German

Herr Gott, dich loben wir

Author: J. Franck, 1618-1677 Hymnal: Evang.-Lutherisches Gesangbuch #574 (1872) Topics: State and Professions Songs Lyrics: 1 Herr Gott, dich loben wir; regier, Herr, unsre Stimmen, laß deines Geistes Glut in unsern Herzen glimmen. Komm, komm, o edle Flamm! ach komm zu uns allhier, so singen wir mit Lust: Herr Gott, dich loben wir! 2 Herr Gott, dich loben wir; wir preisen deine Güte, wir rühmen deine Macht mit herzlichem Gemüthe. Es steiget unser Lied bis an des Himmels Thür und tönt mit großem Schall; Herr Gott, dich loben wir. 3 Herr Gott, dich loben wir, für deine große Gnaden, daß du das Vaterland von Kriegeslast entladen, daß du uns blicken läßt des güldnen Friedens Zier; drum jauchzet alles Volk: herr Gott, dich loben wir! 4 Herr Gott, dich loben wir, die wir in vielen Jahren der Wassen schweres Joch und frechen Grimm erfahren. Jetzt rühmet unser Mund mit herzlicher Begier: Gott Lob, wir sind in Ruh! Herr Gott, wir danken dir! 5 Herr Gitt, dich loben wir; daß du die Pfeil und Wagen, Schild, Vog'n, Spies und Schwert zerbrochen und zerschlagen. Der Strick ist nun entzwei; darum so singen wir mit Herz und Zung und Mund: Herr Gott,wir danken dir! 6 Herr Gott! dich loben wir, daß du uns zwar gestrafet, jedoch in deinem Zorn nicht gar hast weggeraffet; es hat die Vaterhand uns deine Gnadenthür jetzt wieder aufgethan: Herr Gott, wir danken dir! 7 Herr Gott, wir danken dir daß du Land, Kirch und Häuser, den frommen Fürstenstamm und dessen grüne Reiser bisher erhalten hast; gieb seiner Gnad allhier, daß auch die Nachwelt sing: Herr Gott, wir danken dir. 8 Herr Gott, wir danken dir und bitten: du wollst geben, das wir auch künstig stets in guter Ruhe leben. Krön uns mit deinem Gut, erfüll jetzt nach Begier, o Vater, unsern Wunsch! Herr Gott, wir danken dir! 9 Herr Gott, wir danken dir mit Orgeln und Trompeten, mit Harfen, Saitenspiel, Posaunen, Geigen, Flöten; und was nur Athem hat, ertön jetzt für und für: Herr Gott, wir loben dich! Herr Gott,wir danken dir! Languages: German

Profession of Sincerity, Repentance, and Obedience

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.) #211b (1786) Topics: Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed; Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed First Line: Thou art my portion, O my God Lyrics: 1 Thou art my portion, O my God: Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I chose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace. 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Oh save thy servant, Lord, Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will. Scripture: Psalm 119:112 Languages: English

Profession of Sincerity, Repentance, and Obedience

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #211b (1790) Topics: Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed; Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed First Line: Thou art my portion, O my God Lyrics: 1 Thou art my portion, O my God: Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I chose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace. 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Oh save thy servant Lord, Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will. Scripture: Psalm 119:57 Languages: English

Profession of Sincerity, Repentance, and Obedience

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.) #224b (1786) Topics: Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed; Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed First Line: Thou art my portion, O my God Lyrics: 1 Thou art my portion, O my God: Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace. 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Oh save thy servant, Lord, Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will. Scripture: Psalm 119:112 Languages: English

Profession of Sincerity, Repentance, and Obedience

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #224b (1787) Topics: Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed; Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed First Line: Thou art my portion, O my God Lyrics: 1 Thou art my portion, O my God: Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word, And suffers no delay. 2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, And glory in my choice; Not all the riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace I set before my eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pardoning grace. 5 Now I am thine, forever thine, Oh save thy servant, Lord, Thou art my shield, my hiding-place; My hope is in thy word. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine Thy statutes to fulfil; And thus till mortal life shall end Would I perform thy will. Scripture: Psalm 119:112 Languages: English

Profession of Fatih (Credo I)

Hymnal: Glory and Praise (3rd. ed.) #9 (2015) Topics: Service Music for Mass Profession of Faith; Sunday Celebrations in the Absence of a Priest Profession of Faith First Line: I believe in one God Languages: English

Profession of Sincerity, Repentance and Obedience

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #218a (1740) Topics: Profession of Sincerity and Repentance; Sincerity professed First Line: Thou art my Portion, O my GOD Lyrics: 1 Thou art my Portion, O my GOD; Soon as I know thy Way, My Heart makes Haste t'obey thy word, And suffers no Delay. 2 I choose the Path of Heav'nly Truth, And glory in my Choice; Not all the Riches of the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The Testimonies of thy Grace I set before my Eyes; Thence I derive my daily Strength, And there my comfort lies. 4 If once I wander from thy Path, I think upon my Ways, Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pard'ning Grace. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, O save thy Servant, Lord; Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-place; My Hope is in thy Word. 6 Thou hast inclin'd this Heart of mine Thy Statutes to fulfil; And thus till mortal Life shall end, Would I perform thy Will. Scripture: Psalm 119:57 Languages: English

Profession of Love to Christ

Author: Dr. St. Stennett Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCLII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Love Profession of Love to the redeemer First Line: And have I, Christ, no love to thee Lyrics: 1 And have I, Christ, no love to thee, No passion for thy charms? No wish my Savior's face to see, And dwell within his arms? 2 Is there no spark of gratitude In this cold heart of mine To him whose generous bosom glow'd With friendship all divine? 3 Can I pronounce his charming name, His acts of kindness tell; And, while I dwell upon the theme, No sweet emotion feel? 4 Such base ingratitude as this What heart but must detest! Sure Christ deserves the noblest place In every human breast. 5 A very wretch, Lord, I should prove Had I no love to thee: Rather than not my Savior love, O may I cease to be! Languages: English

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