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The Works of Creation, Providence, Redemption of Israel, and Destruction of Enemies

Appears in 32 hymnals First Line: Great is the Lord, exalted high Lyrics: 1 Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all powe's and ev'ry throne; What'er he please in earth or sea, Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done. 2 At his command the vapours rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind And tempest from his airy store. 3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt, thro' thy stubborn land; When all thy first-born, beasts and men, Fell dead by his avenging hand. 4 What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Isra'l, whom his hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave. 5 His pow'r the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. Scripture: Psalm 135:5-12

The Church's Prayer under Affliction; or, The Vineyard of God wasted

Appears in 92 hymnals First Line: Great shepherd of thine Israel Lyrics: 1 Great shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And led the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep: 2 Thy church is in the desert Lord, Shine from on high, and light afford; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. 3 Great God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray? And wait in vain thy kind return? How long shall thy fierce anger burn? 4 Instead of wine and cheerful bread, Thy saints with their own tears are fed; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. Pause 1 5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands? Did not thy power defend it round, And heav'nly dews enrich the ground? 6 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with the fruit; But now, dear Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. 7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd, Why hast thou laid her fences waste? Strangers and foes against her join, And ev'ry beast devours the vine. 8 Return, almighty God, return; Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. Pause 2 9 Lord, when this vine in Canaan grew, Thou wast its strength and glory too; Attack'd in vain by all its foes, 'Till the fair Branch of promise rose. 10 Fair Branch, ordain'd of old to shoot From David’s stock, from Jacob’s root; Himself a noble Vine, and we The lesser branches of the tree: 11 ’Tis thy own Son; and he shall stand Girt with thy strength at thy right hand; Thy first-born Son, adorn'd and blest With pow'r and grace above the rest. 12 Oh! for his sake attend our cry, Shine on thy churches lest they die: Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd and sigh no more. Scripture: Psalm 80

Christ reigning in Heaven, and coming to Judgment

Appears in 137 hymnals First Line: He reigns; the Lord, the Saviurr reigns! Lyrics: 1 He reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns! Praise him in evangelic strains: Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, And distant Islands join their voice. 2 Deep are his counsels and unknown; But grace and truth support his throne: Tho' gloomy clouds his way surround: Justice is their eternal ground. 3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes, Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the tombs; Before him burns devouring fire, The mountains melt, the seas retire. 4 His enemies with sore dismay, Fly from the sight, and shun the day; Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high, And sing, for your redemption's nigh. Scripture: Psalm 97:1-5

Safety in Public Diseases and Dangers

Appears in 113 hymnals First Line: He that hath made his refuge God Lyrics: 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, "My God, thy pow'r "Shall be my fortress and my tow'r; "I that am form'd of feeble dust Make thine Almighty arm my trust." 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care Shall keep the from the fowler’s snare; From Satan's wiles, who still betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood, From birds of prey that seek their blood, The Lord his faithful saints shall guard, And endless life be their reward. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire; God is their life, his wings are spread To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Isra'l is safe: the poison'd air Grows pure, if Isra'l’s God be there. Pause. 7 What tho' a thousand at thy side, Around thy path ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Past all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Scripture: Psalm 91:1-7

Going to Church

Appears in 302 hymnals First Line: How did my heart rejoice to hear Lyrics: 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear "And keep the solemn day." 2 I love her gates, I love the road; The church adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To shew his milder face. 3 Up to her courts with joys unknown The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints; And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heav'nly grace Be her attendants blest! 6 My flesh shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns. Scripture: Psalm 122

The aged Saint's Reflexion and Hope

Appears in 116 hymnals First Line: My God, my everlasting hope Lyrics: 1 My God, my everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strengthen'd all my youth. 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r With all these limbs of mine: And from my mother's painful hour I've been entirely thine. 3 Still has my life new wonders seen Repeated ev'ry year; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care. 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise; And round me let thy glory shine, When'er thy servant dies. 5 Then in the hist'ry of my age, When men review my days, They'll read your love in ev'ry page, In ev'ry line thy praise. Scripture: Psalm 71:5-9

Preservation by Day and Night

Appears in 111 hymnals First Line: To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes Lyrics: 1 To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid; The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid. 2 Their stedfast feet shall never fall, Whom he designs to keep; His ear attends the softest call; His eyes can never sleep. 3 He will sustain our weakest pow'rs With his almighty arm, And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm. 4 Isra'l rejoice, and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord; His wakeful eyes employ his pow'r For thine eternal guard. 5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night. 6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come; Go and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home. Scripture: Psalm 121

The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace

Appears in 222 hymnals First Line: Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name: His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names, His sov'reign wisdom knows no bound, A deep where all great thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is the Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn; The beasts with food his hands supply, And feeds the ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force, The vig'rous man, the warlike horse, The sprightly wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him. 8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight; He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And finds and loves his image there. Scripture: Psalm 147

Victory and Triumph over temporal Enemies

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Appears in 37 hymnals First Line: We love Thee, Lord, and we adore Lyrics: 1 We love thee, Lord, and we adore, Now is thine arm reveal'd; Thou art our strength, our heav'nly tow'r, Our bulwark and our shield. 2 We fly to our eternal Rock, And find a sure defence; His holy name our lips invoke, And draw salvation thence. 3 When God our leader shines in arms, What mortal heart can bear The thunder of his loud alarms? The light'ning of his spear? 4 He rides upon the winged wind, And angels in array In millions wait to know his mind, And swift as flames obey. 5 He speaks, and at his fierce rebuke Whole armies are dismay'd; His voice, his frown, his angry look Strikes all their courage dead. 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field, With all their dreadful skill; Gives them his awful sword to wield, And makes their hearts of steel. 7 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest For his own church's sake; The pow'rs that give his people rest, Shall of his care partake. Scripture: Psalm 18

Loss of Friends, and Absence of Divine Grace

Appears in 24 hymnals First Line: O God of my salvation, hear Lyrics: 1 O God of my salvation, hear My nightly groan, my daily pray'r, That still employ my wasting breath; My soul, declining to the grave, Implores thy sov'reign Pow'r to save From dark despair and lasting death. 2 Thy wrath lies heavy on my soul, And waves of sorrows o'er me roll, While dust and silence spread the gloom: My friends, belov'd in happier days, The dear companions of my ways, Descend around me to the tomb. 3 As, lost in lonely grief, I tread The mournful mansions of the dead, Or to some throng'd assembly go; Thro' all alike I rove alone, While, here forgot and there unknown, The change renews my piercing woe. 4 And why will God neglect my call? Or who shall profit by my fall, When life departs and love expires? Can dust and darkness praise the Lord? Or wake, or brighten at his word, And tune the harp with heav'nly quires? 5 Yet, thro' each melancholy day, I've pray'd to thee, and still will pray, Imploring still thy kind return— But oh! my friends, my comfort's fled, And all my kindred of the dead Recal my wand'ring thoughts to mourn.