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We love thee, Lord, and we adore

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #40 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 lightning 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 generals for the field, With all their dreadful skill: Gives them his awful sword to wield, And makes their hearts of steel. 7 [He arms our captains to the fight, (Tho' there his name's forgot:) He girded Cyrus with his might, But Cyrus knew him not. 8 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 Languages: English

To thine almighty arm we owe

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #41 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 To thine almighty arm we owe The triumphs of the day: Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe, And melt their strength away. 2 'Tis by thy aid our troops prevail, And break united pow'rs; Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale The proudest of their tow'rs. 3 How have we chas'd them thro' the field, And trod them to the ground, While thy salvation was our shield, But they no shelter found! 4 In vain to idol saints they cry, And perish in their blood: Where is a rock so great, so high, So pow'rful as our God? 5 The rock of Israel ever lives; His name be ever blest; 'Tis his own arm the vict'ry gives, And gives his people rest. 6 On kings that reign as David did He pours his blessings down; Secures their honors to their seed, And well supports their crown. Scripture: Psalm 18 Languages: English

Behold the lofty sky

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #42 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold the lofty sky Declares its maker God, And all the starry works on high Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darkness and the light Still keep their course the same; While day to day, and night to night Divinely teach his name. 3 In ev'ry different land Their gen'ral voice is known; They shew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye Christian lands rejoice; Here he reveals his word: We are not left to nature’s voice To bid us know the Lord. 5 His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; He puts his gospel in our hands, Where our salvation lies. 6 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit; His promises for ever sure, And his rewards are great. 7 [Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight, Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd So much allures the sight. 8 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my king, In my Redeemer’s name.] Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

Behold the morning sun

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #43 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Behold the morning sun Begins his glorious way: His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. 3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgements just! For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O may I never read in vain, But find the path to heav'n. Pause. 5 I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey; Send thy good spirit from above To guide me lest I stray. 6 O who can ever find The errors of his ways? Yet with a bold presumptuous mind I would not dare transgress. 7 Warn me of ev'ry sin, Forgive my secret faults: And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. 8 While with my heart and tongue I spread thy praise abroad, Accept the worship and the song, My Savior and my God. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #44 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, In ev'ry star thy wisdom shines; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land. 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest Till through the world thy truth has run: Till Christ has all the nations blest That see the light, or feel the sun. 5 Great Sun of righteousness arise, Bless the dark world with heav'nly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 6 Thy noblest wonders here we view, In souls renew'd and sins forgiv'n: Lord cleanse my sins, may soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heav'n. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

Great God, the heav'n's well order'd frame

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #45 (1790) Lyrics: 1 Great God, the heav'n's well order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name: There thy rich works of wonder shine; A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless power and skill divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light, Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need. 3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journies of the sun, And ev'ry nation knows their voice: The sun, like some young bridegroom drest, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice. 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles, and speaks his maker God; All nature joins to shew thy praise. Thus God in ev'ry creature shines: Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is thy book of grace. Pause. 5 I love the volumes of thy word: What light and joy those leaves afford To souls benighted and distrest! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 6 From the discov'ries of thy law The perfect rules of life I draw: These are my study and delight; Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace pass'd, Appears so pleasing to the sight. 7 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain. Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English

Now may the God of pow'r and grace

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #47 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Now may the God of pow'r and grace Attend the people’s humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliverance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends, When bucklers fail and brazen walls; He from his sanctuary sends Succor and strength when Zion calls. 3 Well he remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In his salvation is our hope, And in the name of Isr'l's God Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts. 6 [O may the mem'ry of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight! Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with coward flight.] 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear, Now let our hope be firm and strong, Till thy salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song. Scripture: Psalm 20 Languages: English

The king, O Lord, with songs of praise

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #48 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise, Shall in thy strength rejoice, And, blest with thy salvation, raise To heav'n his cheerful voice. 2 Thy sure defence, thro' nations round, Hath spread our rising name; And his successful actions crown'd With majesty and fame. 3 Then let the king on God alone For timely aid rely; His mercy shall support the throne, And all our wants supply. 4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes Shall feel thy dreadful hand; Thy vengeful arm shall find out those That hate his mild command. 5 When thou against them dost engage, Thy just, but dreadful doom, Shall like a fiery oven's rage, Their hopes and them consume. 6 Thus, Lord, thy wond'rous power declare, And still exalt thy fame; Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare, For thine almighty name. Scripture: Psalm 21 Languages: English

David rejoic'd in God his strength

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #49a (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 David rejoic'd in God his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace, But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise. 2 How great is the Messiah's joy In the salvation of thy hand! Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his command. 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will, Nor doth the least request withhold: Blessings of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, not of gold. 4 Honor and majesty divine Around his sacred temples shine: Blest with the favor of thy face, And length of everlasting days. 5 Thy hand shall find out all his foes: And as a firey oven glows With raging heat and living coals, So shall thy wrath devour their souls. Scripture: Psalm 21:1-9 Languages: English

Why has my God my soul forook

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #49b (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook, 'Nor will a smile afford?' (Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Tho' ’tis thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints, Yet thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliv'rance found; But I’m a worm, despis'd of men, And trodden to the ground. 4 Shaking the head they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; 'In vain he trusts in God,' they cry, 'Neglected and forlorn.' 5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh By thine almighty word; And since I hung upon the breast My hope is in the Lord. 6 Why will my father hide his face, When foes stand threat'ning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found? Pause. 7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, The bulls of Bashan fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. 8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet, To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, And try to vex my heart. 9 Yet if thy sov'reign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heav'nly father bruise The Son he loves so well. 10 My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup: But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up. 11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought me down Low as the dust of death. 12 Father, I give my spirit up, And trust it in thy hand: My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English