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Looking to God in the Distress of War

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.) #104 (1786) Topics: Formal worship; Formal worship First Line: Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land Lyrics: 1 Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land, Behold thy people mourn; Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand? And mercy ne'er return? 2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye, Earth's haughty towers decay; Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky, And mortals melt away. 3 Our Sion trembles at thy stroke, And dreads thy lifted hand! Oh, heal the people thou hast broke, And save the sinking land. 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, For those that fear thy name; From barbarous hosts our nation shield, And put our foes to shame. 5 Attend our armies to the fight, And be their guardian God; In vain shall numerous powers unite, Against thy lifted rod. 6 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, Shall gain a glad renown: 'Tis God who makes the feeble stand, And treads the mighty down. Scripture: Psalm 60 Languages: English

Looking to God in the Distress of War

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #104 (1790) Topics: Formal worship; Formal worship First Line: Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land Lyrics: 1 Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land, Behold thy people mourn; Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand? And mercy ne'er return? 2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye, Earth's haughty towers delay; Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky, And mortals melt away. 3 Our Sion trembles at thy stroke, And dreads thy lifted hand! Oh, heal the people thou hast broke, And save the sinking land. 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, For those that fear thy name; From barbarous hosts our nation shield, And put our foes to shame. 5 Attend our armies to the fight, And be their guardian God; In vain shall numerous powers unite, Against thy lifted rod. 6 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, Shall gain a glad renown: 'Tis God who makes the feeble stand, And treads the mighty down. Scripture: Psalm 60 Languages: English

Looking to God in the Distress of War

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.) #112a (1786) Topics: Formal worship; Formal worship First Line: Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land Lyrics: 1 Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land, Behold thy people mourn; Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand? And mercy ne'er return? 2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye, Earth's haughty towers decay; Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky, And mortals melt away. 3 Our Sion trembles at thy stroke, And dreads thy lifted hand! Oh, heal the people thou hast broke, And save the sinking land. 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, For those that fear thy name; From barbarous hosts our nation shield, And put our foes to shame. 5 Attend our armies to the fight, And be their guardian God; In vain shall numerous powers unite, Against thy lifted rod. 6 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, Shall gain a glad renown: 'Tis God who makes the feeble stand, And treads the mighty down. Scripture: Psalm 60 Languages: English

Looking to God in the Distress of War

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #112a (1787) Topics: Formal worship; Formal worship First Line: Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land Lyrics: 1 Lord thou hast scourg'd our guilty land, Behold thy people mourn; Shall vengeance ever guide thy hand? And mercy ne'er return? 2 Beneath the terrors of thine eye, Earth's haughty towers decay; Thy frowning mantle spreads the sky, And mortals melt away. 3 Our Sion trembles at thy stroke, And dreads thy lifted hand! Oh, heal the people thou hast broke, And save the sinking land. 4 Exalt thy banner in the field, For those that fear thy name; From barbarous hosts our nation shield, And put our foes to shame. 5 Attend our armies to the fight, And be their guardian God; In vain shall numerous powers unite, Against thy lifted rod. 6 Our troops, beneath thy guiding hand, Shall gain a glad renown: 'Tis God who makes the feeble stand, And treads the mighty down. Scripture: Psalm 60 Languages: English

Forms vain without religion

Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCXLV (1792) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Formal worship vain First Line: Almighty Maker, God! Lyrics: 1 Almighty Maker, God! How wond'rous is thy name! Thy glories how diffus'd abroad Thro' the creation's frame. 2 Nature in every dress Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways t' express Thine undissembled praise. 3 My soul would rise and sing To her creator too, Fain would my tongue adore my king, And pay the worship due. 4 [But pride, that busy sin, Spoils all that I perform, Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm.] 5 Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true, Until tis form'd again. 6 Let joy and worship spend The remnant of my days, And to my God my soul, ascend In sweet perfumes of praise. Languages: English

The Lord the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P50e (1766) Topics: Formal worship Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Sov'reign, sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations, and awakes the North; From East to West the sounding Order's spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead: No more shall Atheists mock his long Delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: Behold the Day. 2 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 'em, ye Angels, from their distant Lands. 3 Behold my Cov'nant stands for ever good, Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, And sign'd 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. 4 I their Almighty Saviour 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. 5 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. 6 If I were hungry, wou'd I ask thee Food? When did I thirst, or drink thy Bullocks Blood? Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastick Vows; Are my Eyes charm'd thy Vestments to behold? Glaring in Gems, and gay in woven Gold? 7 Unthinking Wretch! how could'st thou hope to please, A GOD, a Spirit, with such Toys as these; While with my Grace & Statutes on thy Tongue, Thou lov'st Deceit, and dost thy Brother wrong, In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, Thieves and Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends. 8 Silent I waited with long-suffering 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. 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise; Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend; Fly to the Saviour, 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

The God of Glory sends his Summons forth

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P50f (1766) Topics: Formal worship Lyrics: 1 The God of Glory sends his Summons forth, Calls the South Nations and awakes the North; From East to West the sov'reign Orders spread, Thro' distant Worlds and Regions of the Dead. The Trumpet sounds; Hell trembles; Heaven rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 2 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. 3 "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 chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. 4 "Behold, my Cov'nant stands for ever good, "Seal'd by th' eternal Sacrifice in Blood, "And sign'd with all their Names; the Greek, the Jew, "That paid the antient Worship, or the new. There's no Distinction here; join all your Voices, And raise you Heads, ye Saints, for Heav'n rejoices. 5 "Here (saith the Lord) ye Angels, spread their Thrones, "And near me seat my Fav'rites and my Sons. "Come, my Redeem'd, possess the Joys prepar'd "E'er Time began; 'tis your divine Reward. When Christ returns, wake every chearful Passion; And shout, ye Saints; he comes for your Salvation. Pause. 6 "I am the Saviour, 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. 7 "Stand forth, thou bold Blasphemer & Profane, "Now feel my Wrath, nor call my Threatnings vain: "Thou Hypocrite, once drest in Saint's Attire, "I doom the painted Hypocrite to Fire. Judgment proceeds; Hell trembles; Heav'n rejoices; Lift up your Heads, ye Saints, with chearful Voices. 8 "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. 9 "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. 10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing Bows, "Thy solemn Chatt'rings and fantastick Vows? "Are my Eyes charm'd 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. Pause the Second. 11 "Unthinking Wretch! how could'st 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 chearful Voices. 12 "In vain to pious Forms thy Zeal pretends, "Thieves & Adult'rers are thy chosen Friends; "While the false Flatt'rer at my Altar waits, "His harden'd Soul divine Instruction hates. God is the Judge of Hearts, no fair Disguises Can screen the Guilty when his Vengeance rises. 13 "Silent I waited with long-suffering 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. 14 "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 chearful Voices. Epiphonema. Sinners, awake betimes; ye Fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful Morning rise, Change your vain Thoughts, your crooked Works amend, Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your Friend. Then join the Saints; Wake ev'ry chearful Passion: When Christ returns, he comes for your Salvation. Scripture: Psalm 50 Languages: English

Psalm 50

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.116 (1806) Meter: Irregular Topics: Formal worship 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: Formal worship 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

The Lord, the Judge, before his Throne

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P50a (1766) Topics: Formal worship Lyrics: 1 The Lord, the Judge, before his Throne Bids the whole Earth draw nigh; The Nations near the rising Sun, And near the Western Sky. 2 No more shall bold Blasphemers say, "Judgment will ne'er begin;" No more abuse his long Delay, To Impudence and Sin. 3 Thron'd on a Cloud our GOD shall come, Bright Flames prepare his Way; Thunder and Darkness, Fire and Storm, Lead on the dreadful Day. 4 Heav'n from above his Call shall hear, Attending Angels come, And Earth and Hell shall know and fear His Justice and their Doom. 5 "But gather all my Saints (he cries) "That made their Peace with GOD "By the Redeemer's Sacrifice, "And seal'd it with his Blood. 6 "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