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Every Morning Mercies New

Greville Phillimore·Modern

Verse 1

Every morning mercies new,
Fall as fresh as morning dew;
Every morning let us pay
Tribute with the early day:
For Thy mercies, Lord, are sure;
Thy compassion doth endure.

Verse 2

Still the greatness of Thy love
Daily doth our sins remove;
Daily, far as east from west,
Lifts the burden from the breast;
Gives unbought to those who pray
Strength to stand in evil day.

Verse 3

Let our prayers each morn prevail,
That these gifts may never fail;
And, as we confess the sin
And the tempter’s power within,
Every morning, for the strife,
Feed us with the Bread of Life.

Verse 4

As the morning light returns,
As the sun with splendor burns,
Teach us still to turn to Thee,
Ever-blessed Trinity,
With our hands our hearts to raise,
In unfailing prayer and praise.

Greville Phillimore, “Every Morning Mercies New”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 1 · 7.7.7.7.7.7 · Every Morning

Verse 1

Come, my soul, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking
O’er the earth another day:
Come to Him who made this splendor;
See thou render
All thy feeble powers can pay.

Verse 2

Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor,
When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.

Verse 3

Think that He thy ways beholdeth;
He unfoldeth
Every fault that lurks within;
Every stain of shame glossed over
Can discover,
And discern each deed of sin.

Verse 4

Mayest thou on life’s last morrow,
Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet;
And, released from death’s dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet.

Verse 5

Only God’s free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But His Spirit’s voice obey;
Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding
Light enfolding
All things in unclouded day.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 10 · 8.4.7.8.4.7 · Haydn

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Come, Sound His Praise Abroad

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

Verse 2

He formed the deeps unknown,
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.

Verse 3

Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are His works, and not our own;
He formed us by His Word.

Verse 4

To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.

Isaac Watts, “Come, Sound His Praise Abroad”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 105 · S.M. · (Silver Street)

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Verse 1

Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.

Verse 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 opening lips they break.

Verse 3

Within Thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find Thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

Verse 4

Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent, what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

Verse 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.

Isaac Watts, “Lord, Thou Hast Searched and Seen Me Through”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 106 · L.M. · Intercession Old

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Let Us with a Gladsome Mind

John Milton·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 2

Let us blaze His Name abroad,
For of gods He is the God:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 3

He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 4

All things living He doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 5

He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 6

He hath with a piteous eye
Looked upon our misery:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 7

Let us therefore warble forth
His high majesty and worth:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

John Milton, “Let Us with a Gladsome Mind”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 107 · 7.7.7.7. · Monkland

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Lo! God Is Here: Let Us Adore

Gerhard Tersteegen, 1729; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Lo! God is here: let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place;
Let all within us feel His power,
And humbly bow before His face.

Verse 2

Lo! God is here, whom day and night
United choirs of angels praise;
To Him, enthroned above all height,
The host of heaven their anthems raise.

Verse 3

Almighty Father, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill;
Still may we stand before Thy face,
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will.

Verse 4

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom earth and heaven adore,
From men and from the angel-host
Be praise and glory evermore.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 112 · L.M. · Ellesmere

Verse 1

O worship the King all glorious above,
O gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

Verse 2

O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

Verse 3

The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;
Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

Verse 4

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air; it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain;
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.

Verse 5

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

Verse 6

O measureless Might! Ineffable Love!
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise.

Robert Grant, “O Worship the King All Glorious Above”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 113 · 10.10.11.11. · Hanover

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O Bless the Lord, My Soul

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O bless the Lord, my soul;
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless His Name,
Whose favors are Divine.

Verse 2

O bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let His mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

Verse 3

’Tis He forgives thy sins,
’Tis He relieves thy pain,
’Tis He that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.

Verse 4

He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.

Verse 5

He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for the oppressed.

Verse 6

His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His belovèd Son.

Isaac Watts, “O Bless the Lord, My Soul”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 114 · S.M. · St. Thomas

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Through All the Changing Scenes of Life

Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

Verse 2

Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distressed
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

Verse 3

O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His Name;
When in distress to Him I called,
He to my rescue came.

Verse 4

The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.

Verse 5

O make but trial of His love;
Experience will decide,
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.

Verse 6

Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make you His service your delight,
He’ll make your wants His care.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 115 · C.M. · Downs

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Our God, Our Help in Ages Past

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

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O God, My Strength and Fortitude

Thomas Sternhold·Reformation

Verse 1

O God, my Strength and Fortitude,
Of force I must love Thee;
Thou art my Castle and Defence
In my necessity.

Verse 2

The Lord Jehovah is my God,
My Rock, my Strength, my Wealth;
My strong Deliverer, and my Trust,
My spirit’s only Health.

Verse 3

In my distress I sought my God,
I sought Jehovah’s face:
My cry before Him came; He heard
Out of His holy place.

Verse 4

The Lord descended from above
And bowed the heavens most high,
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.

Verse 5

On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

Verse 6

The voice of God did thunder high,
The lightnings answered keen,
The channels of the deep were bared,
The world’s foundations seen.

Verse 7

And so delivered He my soul:
Who is a rock but He?
He liveth—blessed be my Rock,
My God exalted be.

Thomas Sternhold, “O God, My Strength and Fortitude”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 117 · C.M. · (Hermann)

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Lord of All Being, Throned Afar

Oliver Wendell Holmes·Modern

Verse 1

Lord of all being, throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!

Verse 2

Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, Thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.

Verse 3

Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch, Thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine.

Verse 4

Lord of all life, below, above,
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before Thy ever-blazing throne
We ask no lustre of our own.

Verse 5

Grant us Thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burn for Thee;
Till all Thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, “Lord of All Being, Throned Afar”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 118 · L.M. · Sun of My Soul

Verse 1

Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates:
All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,
And find, through Christ, salvation there.

Verse 2

Our spirits faint; our sins prevail;
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail:
O Thou that hearest prayer, descend,
And still be found the sinner’s Friend.

Verse 3

How blest are Thy saints! how safely led,
How surely kept, how richly fed!
Saviour of all in earth and sea,
How happy they who rest in Thee!

Verse 4

Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills;
Evening and morning hymn Thy praise,
And earth Thy bounty wide displays.

Verse 5

The year is with Thy goodness crowned;
Thy clouds drop wealth the world around;
Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing,
And nature smiles, and owns her King.

Verse 6

Lord, on our souls Thine influence pour:
The moral waste within restore:
O let Thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee.

Henry F. Lyte, “Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion Waits”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 119 · L.M. · Sefton

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

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High in the Heavens, Eternal God

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

High in the heavens, Eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.

Verse 2

For ever firm Thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

Verse 3

Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast Thy bounty share;
The whole creation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy peculiar care.

Verse 4

My God, how excellent Thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort spring!
The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of Thy wing.

Verse 5

From the provisions of Thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.

Verse 6

Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in Thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in Thy word.

Isaac Watts, “High in the Heavens, Eternal God”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 120 · L.M. · (Ware)

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A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

Martin Luther, 1529; tr. Frederick H. Hedge, 1853·Reformation

Verse 1

A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Verse 2

Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

Verse 3

And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim,—
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

Verse 4

That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also:
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is for ever.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 121 · 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.7. · Ein' Feste Burg

Verse 1

Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.

Verse 2

Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away:
Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.

Verse 3

Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless:
Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure,
Love’s pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.

Francis S. Key, “Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 122 · 8.7.8.7.D. · Sanctuary

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

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Verse 1

Thou, Lord, art Love; and everywhere
Thy Name is brightly shown,
Beneath, on earth, Thy footstool fair,
Above, in heaven, Thy throne.

Verse 2

Thy word is love; in lines of gold
There mercy prints its trace;
In nature we Thy steps behold,
The gospel shows Thy face.

Verse 3

Thy ways are love; though they transcend
Our feeble range of sight,
They wind, through darkness, to their end
In everlasting light.

Verse 4

Thy thoughts are love; and Jesus is
The living voice they find:
His love lights up the vast abyss
Of the eternal Mind.

Verse 5

Thy chastisements are love; more deep
They stamp the seal Divine,
And by a sweet compulsion keep
Our spirits nearer Thine.

Verse 6

Thy heaven is the abode of Love:
O blessed Lord, that we,
May there, when time’s deep shades remove,
Be gathered home to Thee:

Verse 7

There with Thy resting saints to fall
Adoring round Thy throne;
Where all shall love Thee, Lord, and all
Shall in Thy love be one.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 123 · C.M. · Beatitudo

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God of Mercy, God of Grace

Henry F. Lyte·Modern

Verse 1

God of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face;
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill Thy Church with light Divine;
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth’s remotest end.

Verse 2

Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing,
Glory to their Saviour King;
At Thy feet their tributes pay,
And Thy holy will obey.

Verse 3

Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessing give,
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy, and light, and love.

Henry F. Lyte, “God of Mercy, God of Grace”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 124 · 7.7.7.7.7.7. · Hallett

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

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Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier Name,
Of our Eternal King.

Verse 2

Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And the performing God.

Verse 3

His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.

Verse 4

O might I hear Thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, “Thou art Mine,”
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost Divine.

Isaac Watts, “Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 125 · C.M. · (Manoah)

HB

Verse 1

O love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal, and yet ever new;
Uncomprehended and unbought,
Beyond all knowledge and all thought.

Verse 2

O love of God, how deep and great!
Far deeper than man’s deepest hate;
Self-fed, self-kindled like the light,
Changeless, eternal, infinite.

Verse 3

O heavenly love, how precious still,
In days of weariness and ill,
In nights of pain and helplessness,
To heal, to comfort, and to bless!

Verse 4

O wide-embracing, wondrous love!
We read Thee in the sky above,
We read Thee in the earth below,
In seas that swell, and streams that flow.

Verse 5

We read thee best in Him who came
To bear for us the cross of shame;
Sent by the Father from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.

Verse 6

We read Thy power to bless and save,
E’en in the darkness of the grave;
Still more in resurrection light,
We read the fulness of Thy might.

Verse 7

O love of God, our shield and stay
Through all the perils of our way!
Eternal love, in Thee we rest,
For ever safe, for ever blest.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 126 · L.M. · Brookfield

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Thee Will I Love, My Strength, My Tower

Johann Scheffler, 1657; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower;
Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown;
Thee will I love with all my power,
In all my works, and Thee alone;
Thee will I love, till sacred fire
Fills my whole soul with pure desire.

Verse 2

In darkness willingly I strayed;
I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;
For wide my wandering thoughts were spread;
Thy creatures more than Thee I loved;
And now, if more at length I see,
’Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee.

Verse 3

Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace
Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate with Thy heavenly light.

Verse 4

Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown
Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod;
What though my flesh and heart decay?
Thee shall I love in endless day.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 127 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. (or L.M.) · Wavertree

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O Render Thanks to God Above

Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

O render thanks to God above,
The Fountain of eternal love,
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall for ever last.

Verse 2

Who can His mighty deeds express,
Not only vast but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?

Verse 3

Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to Thy chosen dost afford;
When Thou return’st to set them free,
Let Thy salvation visit me.

Verse 4

O may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity,
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count Thy people’s triumph mine.

Verse 5

Let Israel’s God be ever blessed,
His Name eternally confessed:
Let all His saints, with one accord,
Sing loud Amens; praise ye the Lord.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 128 · L.M. · (Winchester New)

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My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

Verse 2

High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

Verse 3

His power subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

Verse 4

The pity of the Lord
To those that fear His Name
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

Verse 5

Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.

Verse 6

But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

Isaac Watts, “My Soul, Repeat His Praise”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 129 · S.M. · Cambridge

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Come, We That Love the Lord

Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

Verse 2

Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

Verse 3

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

Verse 4

The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

Verse 5

Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.

Isaac Watts, “Come, We That Love the Lord”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 130 · S.M. · Peterborough (Monk)

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Stand Up, and Bless the Lord

James Montgomery·Modern

Verse 1

Stand up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart and soul and voice.

Verse 2

Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear His holy Name,
And laud, and magnify?

Verse 3

O for the living flame,
From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!

Verse 4

God is our Strength and Song,
And His salvation ours;
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.

Verse 5

Stand up, and bless the Lord;
The Lord your God adore:
Stand up, and bless His glorious Name,
Henceforth for evermore.

James Montgomery, “Stand Up, and Bless the Lord”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 131 · S.M. · (St. Michael)

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Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name

James Montgomery·Modern

Verse 1

Thank and praise Jehovah’s Name;
For His mercies firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.

Verse 2

Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land,
As the people of His choice,
Plucked from the destroyer’s hand.

Verse 3

In the wilderness astray,
Hither, thither, while they roam,
Hungry, fainting by the way,
Far from refuge, shelter, home:

Verse 4

Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

Verse 5

To a pleasant land He brings,
Where the vine and olive grow,
Where from flowery hills the springs
Through luxuriant valleys flow.

Verse 6

O that men would praise the Lord
For His goodness to their race,
For the wonders of His word,
And the riches of His grace.

James Montgomery, “Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 132 · 7.7.7.7. · Theodora

Verse 1

Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who, like me, His praise should sing?
Praise Him, praise Him,
Praise the Everlasting King.

Verse 2

Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Praise Him, praise Him,
Glorious in His faithfulness.

Verse 3

Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes;
Praise Him, praise Him,
Widely as His mercy goes.

Verse 4

Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him, praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace.

Henry F. Lyte, “Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 133 · 8.7.8.7.4.7. · Benedic Anima

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Verse 1

God is Love; His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.

Verse 2

Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But His mercy waneth never:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.

Verse 3

E’en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will His changeless goodness prove;
From the mist His brightness streameth:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.

Verse 4

He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere His glory shineth:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 134 · 8.7.8.7. · (Lucerne)

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When All Thy Mercies, O My God

Joseph Addison·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

Verse 2

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

Verse 3

When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Verse 4

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.

Verse 5

Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

Verse 6

Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
For O, eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise.

Joseph Addison, “When All Thy Mercies, O My God”

Presbyterian 1895 No. 135 · C.M. · St. Peter

Verse 1

Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place
In every generation;
Thy people still have known Thy grace,
And blessed Thy consolation:
Through every age Thou heard’st our cry;
Through every age we found Thee nigh,
Our Strength and our Salvation.

Verse 2

Our cleaving sins we oft have wept,
And oft Thy patience provèd;
But still Thy faith we fast have kept,
Thy Name we still have lovèd;
And Thou hast kept and loved us well,
Hast granted us in Thee to dwell,
Unshaken, unremovèd.

Verse 3

No, nothing from those arms of love
Shall Thine own people sever;
Our Helper never will remove,
Our God will fail us never.
Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in Thee,
Our dwelling-place Thou still wilt be
For ever and for ever.

Presbyterian 1895 No. 136 · 8.7.8.7.8.8.7. · The Golden Chain

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