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'Twas from thy Hand, my GOD, I came

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P139b (1766) Topics: Infants Lyrics: 1 '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. 2 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. 3 By Thee my growing Parts were nam'd, And what thy sov'reign Counsels fram'd, The breathing Lungs, the beating Heart, Was copy'd with unerring Art. 4 At last, to shew my Maker's Name, GOD stamp'd his Image on my Frame, And in some unknown Moment join'd The finish'd Members to the Mind. 5 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. Pause. 6 Lord, since in my advancing Age I've acted on Life's busy Stage, Thy Thoughts of Love to me surmount The Pow'r of Numbers to recount. 7 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. 8 These on my Heart are still imprest, 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

The wonderful Formation of Man

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #257 (1740) Topics: Infants First Line: 'Twas from thy Hand, my GOD, I came Lyrics: 1 '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. 2 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. 3 By Thee my growing Parts were nam'd, And what thy sov'reign Counsels fram'd, The breathing Lungs, the beating Heart, Was copy'd with unerring Art. 4 At last, to shew my Maker's Name, GOD stamp'd his Image on my Frame, And in some unknown Moment join'd The finish'd Members to the Mind. 5 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. Pause. 6 Lord, since in my advancing age I've acted on Life's busy Stage, Thy Thoughts of Love to me surmount The Pow'r of Numbers to recount. 7 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. 8 These on my Heart are still imprest, 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

Great God, now condescend

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #658 (1828) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Prayer for infants Lyrics: 1 Great God, now condescend To bless our rising race; Soon may their willing spirits bend To thy victorious grace! 2 O what a vast delight Their happiness to see! Our warmest wishes all unite to lead their souls to thee. 3 Dear Lord, thy Spirit pour Upon our infant seed; O bring the long'd-for happy hour That makes them thine indeed. 4 May they receive thy word, Confess the Saviour's name; Then follow their despised Lord Through the baptismal stream. 5 Thus let our favour'd race Surround thy sacred board, There to adore thy sovereign grace, And sing their dying lord.

Psalm 139 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.314 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Infants 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 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.316 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Infants 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: Infants 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: Infants 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: Infants 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

In duty we are bound to praise

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #CLXXVI (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christian Baptism of Infants After Baptism is administered Lyrics: 1 In duty we are bound to praise The Lord, who hath bestow'd His word, and all the means of grace, To make us heirs of God. 2 The treasures Christ to us has will'd: For which he bled and died! Are by his ordinances seal'd, Confirm'd and ratified. Languages: English

Almighty Ruler of the Skies

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P8c (1766) Topics: Infants Praising God Lyrics: 1 Almighty Ruler of the Skies, Thro' the wide Earth thy Name is spread, And thine eternal Glories rise O'er all the Heav'ns thy Hands have made. 2 To Thee the Voices of the Young A Monument of Honour raise; And Babes with uninstructed Tongue Declare the Wonders of thy Praise. 3 Thy Power assists their tender Age To bring proud Rebels to the Ground, To still the bold Blasphemer's Rage, And all their Policies confound. 3 Children amidst thy Temple throng To see their great Redeemer's Face; The Son of David, is their Song, And young Hosannas fill the Place. 4 The frowning Scribes and angry Priests In vain their impious Cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their Breasts, While Jewish Babes proclaim their King. Scripture: Psalm 8:1-2 Languages: English