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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Our God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home:
Verse 2
Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
Verse 3
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
Verse 4
A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Verse 5
The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by Thy flood,
And lost in following years.
Verse 6
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
Verse 7
Our God, our Help in ages past;
Our Hope for years to come;
Be Thou our Guard while troubles last,
And our eternal Home.
Isaac Watts, “Our God, Our Help in Ages Past”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 116 · C.M. · St. Anne
Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation
On Jordan’s Stormy Banks I Stand
Verse 1
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
Refrain
We will rest in the fair and happy land,
Just across on the evergreen shore,
Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,
And dwell with Jesus evermore.
Verse 2
O’er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away.
Verse 3
When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in his bosom rest?
Verse 4
Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Tho’ Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 179 · C.M · On Jordan's Stormy Banks
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late;
Wake me to righteousness.
Verse 2
Before me place in dread array
The pomp of that tremendous day
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?
Verse 3
Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from the vale, to live
And reign with Thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
Charles Wesley, “O God, Mine Inmost Soul Convert”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 256 · 8.8.6.8.8.6. · Meribah
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
Between two boundless seas I stand,--
Yet how insensible!
A point of time--a moment’s space--
Removes me to yon heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell!
Verse 2
O God! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtless heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me, ere it be too late!
Wake me to righteousness.
Verse 3
Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
To suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure!
Verse 4
Then Savior! then my soul receive,
Transported from the earth, to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
Charles Wesley, “Lo! on a Narrow Neck of Land”
Otterbein 1890 No. 507 · C.P.M · Meribah
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides,
This heavenly land from ours.
Verse 2
Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
Verse 3
O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes--
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o’er,
Not Jordan’s stream, nor death’s cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
Isaac Watts, “There Is a Land of Pure Delight”
Otterbein 1890 No. 514 · C.M. D · Varina
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to every fear
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage.
And face a frowning world.
Verse 2
Let cares like a wild deluge come
Let storms of sorrow fall--
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
Isaac Watts, “When I Can Read My Title Clear”
Otterbein 1890 No. 515 · C.M.D · Varina
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan’s fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.
Refrain
We will rest in the fair and happy land,
Just across on the evergreen shore,
Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by,
And dwell with Jesus evermore.
Verse 2
O’er all those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;
There God the Son forever reigns
And scatters night away.
Verse 3
When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?
When shall I see my Father’s face,
And in his bosom rest?
Verse 4
Filled with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;
Tho’ Jordan’s waves around me roll,
Fearless I’d launch away.
Samuel Stennett, “On Jordan's Stormy Banks I Stand”
Otterbein 1890 No. 528 · C.M · On Jordan's Stormy Banks
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to Thee.
Verse 2
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
Verse 3
Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there’s nothing old appears;
Great God, there’s nothing new.
Verse 4
Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
Verse 5
Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 95 · C.M. · Windsor