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Give to our God immortal praise

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #136c (1793) Lyrics: 1 Give to our God immortal praise; Mercy and truth are all his ways: Wonders of Grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown; His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high: Wonders of Grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night; His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land; Wonders of Grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity move within; His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 7 He sent his Son with pow'r to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave; Wonders of Grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly seat: His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. Scripture: Psalm 136 Languages: English

The Babylonish Captifity

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #137 (1793) First Line: Along the banks where Babel's current flows Lyrics: 1 Along the banks where Babel's current flows, Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zions' fall in sad rememb'rance rose, Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead. 2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung, When praise employ'd and mirth inspir'd the lay, In mournful silence on the willows hung, And growing grief prolong'd the tedious day. 3 The barb'rous tyrants, to increase the woe, With tainting smiles a song of Zion claim; Bid sacred praise in streans melodious flow, While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name. 4 But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown, Shall Isra'l's sons a song of Zion raise? O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise! 5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name, If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame; My hand shall perish and my voice shall cease. 6 Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls, O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay, His arm avenge her desolated walls, And raise her children to eternal day. Scripture: Psalm 137 Languages: English

Restoring and Preserving Grace

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #138 (1793) First Line: With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue Lyrics: 1 With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue I'll praise my Maker in my song; Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song and join the praise. 2 [Angels that make thy church their care Shall witness my devotions there, While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.] 3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all the works and names below So much thy pow'r and glory show. 4 To GOD I cry'd when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes; He did my rising fears controul, And strength diffus'd through all my soul. 5 The GOD of heav'n maintains his state, Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great; But from his throne descends to bless The humble souls that trust his grace. 6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. Scripture: Psalm 138 Languages: English

God is every where

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #139d (1793) First Line: In all my vast concerns with thee Lyrics: 1 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. 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they’re form'd within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclos'd on ev'ry side. 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from ev'ry ill, Secur'd by sov'reign love. Pause. 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heav'n thy glorious throne. 7 Should I suppress my vital breath, To ’scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. 8 If, wing'd with beams of morning light I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 9 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. 10 The beams of moon, the midnight hour Are both alike to thee: Oh! may I ne’er provoke that pow'r. From which I cannot flee. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English

The All-Seeing God

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #139a (1793) First Line: Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro' Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro'; Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their pow'rs. 2 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. 3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand On ev'ry side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with GOD. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul with all the pow'rs I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 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. Pause First 6 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? 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there veng'ance reigns, And satan groans beneath thy chains. 8 If mounted on a morning ray I fly beyond the Western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 9 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. 10 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. Pause Second 11 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Thro' midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 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. 13 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

The Mercies of God, innumerable (An Evening Psalm)

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #139f (1793) First Line: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er Lyrics: 1 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. 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill, And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal. 3 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

Sincerity prrofess'd, and Grace tried; or, The Heart-searching God

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #139c (1793) First Line: My God, what inward grief I feel Lyrics: 1 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. 2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws, and thee, I count for enemies to me. 3 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. 4 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

The wonderful Formation of Man

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #139b (1793) 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 could all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Form'd 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 copyt'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 of 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 Wisdom of God in the Formation of Man

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #139e (1793) First Line: When I with pleasing wonder stand Lyrics: 1 When I with pleasing wonder stand And all my frame survey, Lord 'tis thy work, I own thy hand Thus built my humble clay. 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest, Where unborn nature grew Thy wisdom all my features trac'd, And all my members drew. 3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of ev'ry part; Till the whole scheme, thy thoughts had laid, Was copy'd by thy art. 4 Heav'n, earth and sea, and fire and wind Show me thy wond'rous skill; But I review myself, and find Diviner wonders still. 5 Thy awful 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

Protect us Lord from fatal harm

Hymnal: PCSC1788 #140 (1793) Lyrics: 1 Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm; Behold our rising woes; We trust alone the pow'rful arm, To scatter all our foes. 2 Their tongue is like a poison'd dart, Their thoughts are full of guile; While rage and carnage swell their heart, They wear a peaceful smile. 3 O God of grace, thy guardian care, When foes without invade, Or spread within a deeper snare, Supplies our constant aid. 4 Let falsehood flee before thy face, Thy heav'nly truth extend, And nations taste thy heav'nly grace, And all delusion end. 5 With daily bread the poor supply, The cause of justice plead; And be thy church exalted high, With Christ the glorious head. Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English