God
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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
All praise to Him who dwells in bliss,
Who made both day and night;
Whose throne is darkness, in th’ abyss
Of uncreated light.
Verse 2
Each thought and deed His piercing eyes
With strictest search survey;
The deepest shades no more disguise
Than the full blaze of day.
Verse 3
Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings,
No evil shall molest:
Under the shadow of Thy wings
Shall they securely rest.
Verse 4
Thy angels shall around their beds
Their constant stations keep:
Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For Thou dost never sleep.
Verse 5
May we, with calm and sweet repose,
Our heavenly thoughts refreshed,
Our eyelids with the morn’s unclose,
And bless the Ever-bless’d.
Charles Wesley, “All Praise to Him Who Dwells in Bliss”
Martin Luther·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.
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.
William Bright·Modern
Verse 1
And now the wants are told
That brought Thy children to Thy knee;
Here lingering still, we ask for nought,
But simply worship Thee.
Verse 2
The hope of heaven’s eternal days
Absorbs not all the heart
That gives Thee glory, love, and praise,
For being what Thou art.
Verse 3
For Thou art God, the One, the same,
O’er all things high and bright;
And round us, when we speak Thy Name,
There spreads a heaven of light.
Verse 4
O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell
On excellence Divine;
To know that nought in man can tell
How fair Thy beauties shine.
Verse 5
O Thou, above all blessing blest,
O’er thanks exalted far,
Thy very greatness is a rest
To weaklings as we are;
Verse 6
For when we feel the praise of Thee
A task beyond our powers,
We say, “A perfect God is He,
And He is fully ours.”
William Bright, “And Now the Wants Are Told”
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
Refrain
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee;
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
So pants my soul, O Lord, for thee.
Verse 2
For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?
Verse 3
I sigh to think of happier days,
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,
When ev’ry heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.
Verse 4
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, and thou shalt sing
His praise again, and find him still
Thy health’s eternal spring.
Henry F. Lyte, “As Pants the Hart for Cooling Streams”
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
Oh, 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”
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”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
Verse 2
Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here
We shall be like our Head.
Verse 3
A hope so much Divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
Verse 4
If in my Father’s love
I share a filial part,
Send down Thy Spirit like a dove
To rest upon my heart.
Verse 5
We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
My faith shall “Abba, Father,” cry,
And Thou the kindred own.
Isaac Watts, “Behold What Wondrous Grace”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Blest be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
Verse 2
Glory to thee, great Son of God!
From whose dear, wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood--
Pardon and life for dying souls
Verse 3
We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who, in our hearts of sin and woe,
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Verse 4
Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son,
And God, the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.
Isaac Watts, “Blest Be the Father and His Love”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Call Jehovah thy Salvation,
Rest beneath the Almighty’s shade,
In His secret habitation
Dwell, and never be dismayed:
There no tumult shall alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.
Verse 2
From the sword at noonday wasting,
From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure Defence:
He shall charge His angel legions
Watch and ward o’er thee to keep;
Though thou walk through hostile regions,
Though in desert wilds thou sleep.
Verse 3
Since, with pure and firm affection
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of His protection
He will shield thee from above:
Thou shalt call on Him in trouble,
He will hearken, He will save;
Here for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave.
James Montgomery, “Call Jehovah Thy Salvation”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell
By faith and love in every breast;
Then shall we know and taste and feel
The joys that cannot be expressed.
Verse 2
Come, fill our hearts with inward strength;
Make our enlargèd souls possess
And learn the height, and breadth, and length
Of Thine unmeasurable grace.
Verse 3
Now to the God whose power can do
More than our thoughts or wishes know,
Be everlasting honors done
By all the Church, through Christ His Son.
Isaac Watts, “Come, Dearest Lord, Descend and Dwell”
Simon Browne·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be Thou our Guardian, Thou our Guide;
O’er every thought and step preside.
Verse 2
The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne’er depart.
Verse 3
Lead us to holiness, the road
Which we must take to dwell with God:
Lead us to Christ, the living Way,
Nor let us from His pastures stray.
Verse 4
Lead us to God, our final rest,
To be with Him for ever blest:
Lead us to heaven, that we may share
Fulness of joy for ever there.
Simon Browne, “Come, Gracious Spirit, Heavenly Dove”
Anonymous
Verse 1
Come, let us all unite to sing,
God is love;
Let heav’n and earth their praises bring,
God is love;
Let every soul from sin awake,
Each in his heart sweet music make,
And sing with us for Jesus’ sake,
For God is love.
Refrain
God is love,
God is love.
Come, let us all unite to sing
That God is love.
Verse 2
Oh, tell us to earth’s remotest bound,
God is love;
In Christ we have redemption found,
God is love;
His blood has washed our sins away,
His Spirit turned our night to day,
And now we can rejoice to say
That God is love.
Verse 3
How happy is our portion here,
God is love;
His promises our spirits cheer,
God is love;
He is our sun and shield by day,
Our help, our hope, our strength, and stay;
He will be with us all the way;
Our God is love.
Anonymous, “Come, Let Us All Unite to Sing”
Post-Reformation
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.
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”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, thou Almighty King!
Help us thy name to sing,
Help us to praise;
Father all glorious!
O’er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days!
Verse 2
Come, thou incarnate Word!
Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend:
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
Verse 3
Come, holy Comforter!
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne’er from us depart,
Spirit of power!
Verse 4
To the great One in Three,
The highest praises be,
Hence, evermore!
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
Charles Wesley, “Come, Thou Almighty King!”
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”
George Burder·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord,
And lift your souls above;
Let every heart and voice accord,
To sing that--God is love.
Verse 2
This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears,
To show that--God is love.
Verse 3
Behold his patience lengthened out
To those who from him rove,
And calls effectual reach their hearts,
To teach them--God is love.
Verse 4
The work begun is carried on
By power from heaven above;
And every step from first to last,
Declares that--God is love.
George Burder, “Come, Ye That Know and Fear the Lord”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Now, incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Kindled His relentings are;
Me He now delights to spare;
Cries, “How shall I give Thee up?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Verse 4
There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;
God is Love: I know, I feel,
Jesus weeps, but loves me still.
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Now, incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Now, incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Ere mountains reared their forms sublime,
Or heaven and earth in order stood,
Before the birth of ancient time,
From everlasting thou art God.
Verse 2
A thousand ages in their flight
With thee are as a fleeting day;
Past, present, future, to thy sight
At once their various scenes display.
Verse 3
But our brief life’s a shadowy dream--
A passing thought, that soon is o’er;
That fades with morning’s earliest beam,
And fills the musing mind no more.
Verse 4
To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,
Each passing moment so to spend,
That we at length with thee may live
Where life and bliss shall never end.
Isaac Watts, “Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Sublime”
Hervey D. Ganse·Modern
Verse 1
Eternal Father, when to Thee,
Beyond all worlds, by faith I soar,
Before Thy boundless majesty
I stand in silence, and adore.
Verse 2
But, Saviour, Thou art by my side;
Thy voice I hear, Thy face I see:
Thou art my Friend, my daily Guide;
God over all, yet God with me.
Verse 3
And Thou, great Spirit, in my heart
Dost make Thy temple day by day:
The Holy Ghost of God Thou art,
Yet dwellest in this house of clay.
Verse 4
Blest Trinity, in whom alone
All things created move or rest,
High in the heavens Thou hast Thy throne,
Thou hast Thy throne within my breast.
Hervey D. Ganse, “Eternal Father, When to Thee”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Eternal Wisdom! thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings;
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven’s high palace rings.
Verse 2
Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky!
How glorious to behold!
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And starred with sparkling gold.
Verse 3
Infinite strength and equal skill
Shine through the worlds abroad;
Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder--God.
Verse 4
But the sweet beauties of thy grace
Our softer passions move;
Pity divine, in Jesus’ face,
We see, adore, and love.
Isaac Watts, “Eternal Wisdom! Thee We Praise”
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”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Father, I stretch my hand to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?
Refrain
I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me;
And thro’ his blood, his precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.
Verse 2
What did thine only Son endure.
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!
Verse 3
O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou would’st relieve,
In this accepted hour.
Verse 4
Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
Oh, let me now receive that gift--
My soul without it dies.
Verse 5
Surely thou canst not let me die;
Oh, speak, and I shall live,
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.
Verse 6
How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face;
Now let me hear thy quick’ning voice,
And taste thy pard’ning grace.
Charles Wesley, “Father, I Stretch My Hand to Thee”
Edward Cooper·Modern
Verse 1
Father of heaven, whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend:
To us Thy pardoning love extend.
Verse 2
Almighty Son, Incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend:
To us Thy saving grace extend.
Verse 3
Eternal Spirit, by whose breath
The soul is raised from sin and death,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend:
To us Thy quickening power extend.
Verse 4
Jehovah,—Father, Spirit, Son—
Mysterious Godhead, Three in One,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend:
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend.
Edward Cooper, “Father of Heaven, Whose Love Profound”
William J. Irons·Modern
Verse 1
Father of Love, our Guide and Friend,
O lead us gently on,
Until life’s trial-time shall end,
And heavenly peace be won.
Verse 2
We know not what the path may be
As yet by us untrod;
But we can trust our all to Thee,
Our Father and our God.
Verse 3
If called, like Abraham’s child, to climb
The hill of sacrifice,
Some angel may be there in time;
Deliverance shall arise:
Verse 4
Or, if some darker lot be good,
O teach us to endure
The sorrow, pain, or solitude,
That make the spirit pure.
Verse 5
Christ by no flowery pathway came;
And we, His followers here,
Must do Thy will and praise Thy Name,
In hope, and love, and fear.
Verse 6
And, till in heaven we sinless bow,
And faultless anthems raise,
O Father, Son, and Spirit, now
Accept our feeble praise.
William J. Irons, “Father of Love, Our Guide and Friend”
Thomas Hastings, 1831, 1850·Modern
Verse 1
Gently, Lord, O gently lead us,
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Through the trials yet decreed us,
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation’s darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let Thy goodness never fail us,
Lead us in Thy perfect way.
Verse 2
In the hour of pain and anguish,
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear;
And, when mortal life is ended,
Bid us in Thine arms to rest,
Till, by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
Verse 4
He fills the sun with morning light;
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When suns and moons shall shine no more.
Verse 5
He sent His Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
Verse 6
Through this vain world He guides our feet,
And leads us to His heavenly seat:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
Isaac Watts, “Give to Our God Immortal Praise”
John Bowring·Modern
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.
John Bowring·Modern
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.
Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.
Verse 2
E’en the hour the darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
John Bowring, “God Is Love; His Mercy Brightens”
John Bowring·Modern
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.
Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.
Verse 2
E’en the hour the darkest seemeth
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth:
God is wisdom, God is love.
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
God is my strong Salvation;
What foe have I to fear?
In darkness and temptation
My Light, my Help is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?
Verse 2
Place on the Lord reliance,
My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate:
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen,
The Lord will give thee peace.
James Montgomery, “God Is My Strong Salvation”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
God is the Refuge of His saints
When storms of sharp distress invade:
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold Him present with His aid.
Verse 2
Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there,
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.
Verse 3
Loud may the troubled ocean roar;
In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
Verse 4
There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
And watering our Divine abode.
Verse 5
That sacred stream, Thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls;
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
Verse 6
Zion enjoys her Monarch’s love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on His truth, and armed with power.
Isaac Watts, “God Is the Refuge of His Saints”
William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Verse 2
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
Verse 3
Ye fearful saints! fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Verse 4
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.
Verse 5
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Verse 6
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
William Cowper, “God Moves in a Mysterious Way”
William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Verse 2
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.
Verse 3
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Verse 4
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
Verse 5
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Verse 6
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own Interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
William Cowper, “God Moves in a Mysterious Way”
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”
John Keble·Modern
Verse 1
God, the Lord, a King remaineth,
Robed in His own glorious light;
God hath robed Him, and He reigneth;
He hath girded Him with might.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
God is King in depth and height.
Verse 2
In her everlasting station
Earth is poised, to swerve no more:
Thou hast laid Thy throne’s foundation,
From all time where thought can soar.
Alleluia!
Lord, Thou art for evermore.
Verse 3
Lord, the water-floods have lifted,
Ocean floods have lift their roar;
Now they pause where they have drifted,
Now they burst upon the shore.
Alleluia!
For the ocean’s sounding store.
Verse 4
With all tones of waters blending,
Glorious is the breaking deep;
Glorious, beauteous without ending,
God who reigns on heaven’s high steep.
Alleluia!
Songs of ocean never sleep.
Verse 5
Lord, the words Thy lips are telling
Are the perfect verity:
Of Thine high eternal dwelling
Holiness shall inmate be.
Alleluia!
Pure is all that lives with Thee.
John Keble, “God, the Lord, a King Remaineth”
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.
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.
Isaac Watts, “Great God! How Infinite Art Thou!”
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Great God, we sing that mighty hand
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year Thy mercy shows;
That mercy crowns it till its close.
Verse 2
By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still are we guarded by our God;
By His incessant bounty fed,
By His unerring counsel led.
Verse 3
With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,
We to Thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before Thy feet.
Verse 4
In scenes exalted or depressed,
Thou art our Joy, and Thou our Rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
Verse 5
When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our Helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.
Philip Doddridge, “Great God, We Sing That Mighty Hand”
Verse 1
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
Verse 2
Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.
Verse 3
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of deaths and hell’s Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.
William Williams·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty,
Hold me with Thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
Verse 2
Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing stream doth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.
Verse 3
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of deaths and hell’s Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Hail! holy, holy, holy, Lord,
Whom One in Three we know;
By all thy heavenly host adored,
By all thy Church below.
Verse 2
One undivided Trinity
With triumph we proclaim;
The universe is full of thee,
And speaks thy glorious name.
Verse 3
Thee, holy Father, we confess;
Thee, holy Son, adore;
And thee, the Holy Ghost, we bless,
And worship evermore.
Verse 4
Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,
Our heavenly song shall be
Supreme, Essential One, adored
In co-eternal Thee!
Charles Wesley, “Hail! Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Hark! the song of Jubilee,
Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fulness of the sea
When it breaks upon the shore:
Alleluia! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign;
Alleluia! let the word echo round the earth and main.
Verse 2
Alleluia! Hark, the sound,
From the depths unto the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation’s harmonies:
See Jehovah’s banner furled, sheathed His sword; He speaks—‘tis done!
And the kingdoms of this world are the kingdoms of His Son.
Verse 3
He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign, when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have passed away;
Then the end: beneath His rod man’s last enemy shall fall;
Alleluia! Christ in God, God in Christ, is All in all.
Joseph H. Gilmore·Modern
Verse 1
He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where-e’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
He leadeth me, He leadeth me;
By His own hand He leadeth me:
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Verse 2
Sometimes, ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters calm, o’er troubled sea,—
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Verse 3
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
Verse 4
And when my task on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace, the victory’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
Joseph H. Gilmore·Modern
Verse 1
He leadeth me: O blessed thought!
O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where-e’er I be,
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
He leadeth me, He leadeth me;
By His own hand He leadeth me:
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Verse 2
Sometimes, ‘mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters calm, o’er troubled sea,—
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Verse 3
Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
Verse 4
And when my task on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace, the victory’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
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”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Holy Father, hear my cry;
Holy Saviour, bend Thine ear;
Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh:
Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear.
Verse 2
Father, save me from my sin;
Saviour, I Thy mercy crave;
Gracious Spirit, make me clean:
Father, Son, and Spirit, save.
Verse 3
Father, let me taste Thy love;
Saviour, fill my soul with peace;
Spirit, come my heart to move:
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless.
Verse 4
Father, Son, and Spirit — Thou
One Jehovah, shed abroad
All Thy grace within me now;
Be my Father and my God.
Horatius Bonar, “Holy Father, Hear My Cry”
"K." in Rippon's Selection, 1787·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,—
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?
Verse 2
“Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed;
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.”
Verse 3
“When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.”
Verse 4
“When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.”
Verse 5
“E’en down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.”
Verse 6
“The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no, never, no, never forsake.”
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How gentle God’s commands,
How kind His precepts are!
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust His constant care.
Verse 2
While Providence supports,
Let saints securely dwell;
That hand, which bears all nature up,
Shall guide His children well.
Verse 3
Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Haste to your heavenly Father’s throne,
And sweet refreshment find.
Verse 4
His goodness stands approved,
Down to the present day;
I’ll drop my burden at His feet,
And bear a song away.
Philip Doddridge, “How Gentle God's Commands”
Anna L. Waring·Modern
Verse 1
In heavenly love abiding,
No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
Verse 2
Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh,
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.
Verse 3
Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o’er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
The path to life is free;
My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.
Anna L. Waring, “In Heavenly Love Abiding”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
I sing th’ almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
Verse 2
I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
Verse 3
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
Verse 4
Lord! how thy wonders are displayed
Where’er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky.
Isaac Watts, “I Sing Th' Almighty Power of God”
John Thompson
Verse 1
Jehovah God! thy gracious power
On every hand we see;
Oh, may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee.
Verse 2
Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.
Verse 3
In all the varying scenes of time,
On thee our hopes depend;
In every age, in every clime,
Our Father and our Friend.
John Thompson, “Jehovah God! Thy Gracious Power”
John H. Newman·Modern
Verse 1
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead Thou me on:
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,—one step enough for me.
Verse 2
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead Thou me on.
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
Verse 3
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
John H. Newman·Modern
Verse 1
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead Thou me on:
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,—one step enough for me.
Verse 2
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead Thou me on.
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
Verse 3
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
John H. Newman, “Lead, Kindly Light, Amid the Encircling Gloom”
James Edmeston·Modern
Verse 1
Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us
O’er the world’s tempestuous sea;
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us,
For we have no help but Thee;
Yet possessing every blessing,
If our God our Father be.
Verse 2
Saviour, breathe forgiveness o’er us;
All our weakness Thou dost know;
Thou didst tread this earth before us,
Thou didst feel its keenest woe;
Lone and dreary, faint and weary,
Through the desert Thou didst go.
Verse 3
Spirit of our God, descending,
Fill our hearts with heavenly joy,
Love with every passion blending,
Pleasure that can never cloy;
Thus provided, pardoned, guided,
Nothing can our peace destroy.
James Edmeston, “Lead Us, Heavenly Father, Lead Us”
William H. Burleigh·Modern
Verse 1
Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace;
Without Thy guiding hand we go astray,
And doubts appal, and sorrows still increase:
Lead us through Christ, the true and living Way.
Verse 2
Lead us, O Father, in the paths of truth;
Unhelped by Thee, in error’s maze we grope,
While passion stains and folly dims our youth,
And age comes on uncheered by faith and hope.
Verse 3
Lead us, O Father, in the paths of right;
Blindly we stumble when we walk alone,
Involved in shadows of a moral night;
Only with Thee we journey safely on.
Verse 4
Lead us, O Father, to Thy heavenly rest,
However rough and steep the path may be,
Through joy or sorrow, as Thou deemest best,
Until our lives are perfected in Thee.
William H. Burleigh, “Lead Us, O Father, in the Paths of Peace”
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”
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.
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”
Thomas H. Gill·Modern
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.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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”
Richard Mant·Modern
Verse 1
Lord! thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
Verse 2
Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels’ cry--
“Holy, holy, holy!” singing,
“Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!”
Verse 3
Ever thus in God’s high praises,
Brethren! let our tongues unite;
Chief the heart when duty raises
God-ward at his mystic rite.
Richard Mant, “Lord! Thy Glory Fills the Heaven”
Francis S. Key·Modern
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”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.
Verse 2
Lord, turn thee to my soul;
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
From sin’s destructive snare?
Verse 3
When shall the sov’reign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wand’ring feet have trod?
Verse 4
Oh, keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame;
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer’s name.
Isaac Watts, “Mine Eyes and My Desire”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My God, how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.
Verse 2
Thou spread’st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours:
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
Verse 3
I yield my powers to Thy command,
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
My God how wonderful thou art!
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful thy mercy seat,
In depths of burning light.
Verse 2
How dread are thine eternal years,
Oh, everlasting Lord!
By prostrate spirits day and night,
Incessantly adored.
Verse 3
Oh, how I fear thee, living God!
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.
Verse 4
Yet I may love thee, too, O Lord!
Almighty as thou art,
For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of this poor heart.
Verse 5
No earthly father loves like thee,
No mother, half so mild,
Bears and forbears as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.
Verse 6
Father of Jesus! love’s reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on thee.
Frederick W. Faber, “My God How Wonderful Thou Art!”
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
Verse 2
How dread are Thine eternal years,
O Everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits, day and night,
Incessantly adored!
Verse 3
O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.
Verse 4
Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art;
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
Verse 5
No earthly father loves like Thee,
No mother half so mild
Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.
Verse 6
Father of Jesus, love’s Reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee.
Frederick W. Faber, “My God, How Wonderful Thou Art”
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My gracious Lord! I own thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight,
To hear thy dictates and obey.
Verse 2
What is my being, but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a Friend.
Verse 3
I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days or powers employ,
To spread a sounding name abroad.
Verse 4
’Tis to my Savior I would live,
To him, who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give
Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
Philip Doddridge, “My Gracious Lord! I Own Thy Right”
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”
Sarah F. Adams·Modern
Verse 1
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee;
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 2
Though like the wanderer
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet, in my dreams, I’d be
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 3
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou send’st to me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 4
Or if, on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Sarah F. Adams, “Nearer, My God, to Thee”
John Keble·Modern
Verse 1
New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.
Verse 2
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Verse 3
If, on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
Verse 4
The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
Verse 5
Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above,
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.
John Keble, “New Every Morning Is the Love”
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”
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
O gift of gifts! O grace of faith!
My God, how can it be
That Thou, who hast discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me?
Verse 2
How many hearts Thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine,
How many souls more worthy far
Of that sweet touch of Thine!
Verse 3
Ah, grace, into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come;
The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home.
Verse 4
How can they live, how will they die,
How bear the cross of grief,
Who have not yet the light of faith,
The courage of belief?
Verse 5
The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,
Seem trifles less than light;
Earth looks so little and so low
When faith shines full and bright.
Verse 6
O happy, happy that I am!
If thou canst be, O faith,
The treasure that thou art in life,
What wilt thou be in death?
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”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O 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,
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense 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 cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.
Isaac Watts, “O God! Our Help in Ages Past”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O 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,
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense 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 cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.
Edward H. Bickersteth·Modern
Verse 1
O God, the Rock of Ages,
Who evermore hast been,
What time the tempest rages,
Our dwelling-place serene:
Before Thy first creations,
O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations
The Everlasting Thou!
Verse 2
Our years are like the shadows
On sunny hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows
That blossom but to die;
A sleep, a dream, a story
By strangers quickly told,
An unremaining glory
Of things that soon are old.
Verse 3
O Thou, who canst not slumber,
Whose light grows never pale,
Teach us aright to number
Our years before they fail;
On us Thy mercy lighten,
On us Thy goodness rest,
And let Thy Spirit brighten
The hearts Thyself hast blessed.
Verse 4
Lord, crown our faith’s endeavor
With beauty and with grace,
Till, clothed in light for ever,
We see Thee face to face:
A joy no language measures;
A fountain brimming o’er;
An endless flow of pleasures;
An ocean without shore.
Benjamin Cleveland·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh! could I find from day to day,
A nearness to my God;
Then should my hours glide sweet away,
And live upon thy word.
Verse 2
Lord! I desire with thee to live.
Anew from day to day,
In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.
Verse 3
O Jesus! come and rule my heart
And I’ll be wholly thine;
And never, nevermore depart;
For thou art wholly mine.
Verse 4
Thus, till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I’ll adore;
And, when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.
Benjamin Cleveland, “Oh! Could I Find From Day to Day”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
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.
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.
Count Nicolaus L. von Zinzendorf, 1721 (verse 4, Rev. Johann A. Freylinghausen, 1704). Tr. Rev. John Wesley, 1738: verse 3, l. 4, alt.·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O Thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee;
O burst these bands, and set it free.
Verse 2
Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.
Verse 3
If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my Light, be Thou my Way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No harm, while Thou, my God, art near.
Verse 4
When rising floods my head o’erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
Verse 5
Saviour, where’er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee:
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.
Verse 6
If rough and thorny be my way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease
Where all is calm and joy and peace.
Edward W. Benson·Modern
Verse 1
O Throned, O Crowned with all renown,
Since Thou the earth hast trod,
Thou reignest, and by Thee come down
Henceforth the gifts of God:
By Thee the suns of space, that burn
Unspent, their watches hold;
The hosts that turn, and still return,
Are swayed, and poised, and rolled.
Verse 2
And as, when ebbed the Flood, our sires
Kneeled on the mountain sod,
While o’er the new world’s altar fires
Shone out the bow of God;
And sweetly fell the peaceful spell,
Word that shall aye avail,
“Summer and winter shall not cease,
Seed-time nor harvest fail,”—
Verse 3
Thus in their change let frost and heat
And winds and dews be given;
All fostering power, all influence sweet
Breathe from the bounteous heaven:
Attemper fair with gentle air
The sunshine and the rain,
That kindly earth, with timely birth,
May yield her fruits again.
Verse 4
That we may feed Thy poor aright,
And, gathering round Thy throne,
Here, in the holy angels’ sight,
Repay Thee of Thine own:
That we may praise Thee all our days,
And with the Father’s Name,
And with the Holy Spirit’s gifts,
The Saviour’s love proclaim.
Edward W. Benson, “O Throned, O Crowned with All Renown”
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”
Robert Grant·Modern
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”
Robert Grant·Modern
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.
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
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”
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
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”
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
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.
James Edmeston·Modern
Verse 1
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing:
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
Verse 2
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He, who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.
Verse 3
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrow past us fly,
Angel-guards from Thee surround us;
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Verse 4
Should swift death this night o’ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in light and deathless bloom.
James Edmeston, “Saviour, Breathe an Evening Blessing”
James Edmeston·Modern
Verse 1
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing,
Ere repose our spirits seal;
Sin and want we come confessing:
Thou canst save, and Thou canst heal.
Verse 2
Though destruction walk around us,
Though the arrows past us fly;
Angel guards from Thee surround us,
We are safe if Thou art nigh.
Verse 3
Though the night be dark and dreary,
Darkness cannot hide from Thee;
Thou art He, who, never weary,
Watchest where Thy people be.
Verse 4
Should death this night o’ertake us,
And our couch become our tomb,
May the morn in heaven awake us,
Clad in bright and deathless bloom.
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”
James D. Burns·Modern
Verse 1
Still with Thee, O my God,
I would desire to be,
By day, by night; at home, abroad,
I would be still with Thee.
Verse 2
With Thee when dawn comes in
And calls me back to care,
Each day returning to begin
With Thee, my God, in prayer.
Verse 3
With Thee amid the crowd
That throngs the busy mart,
To hear Thy voice, where time’s is loud,
Speak softly to my heart.
Verse 4
With Thee when day is done,
And evening calms the mind;
The setting as the rising sun
With Thee my heart would find.
Verse 5
With Thee when darkness brings
The signal of repose,
Calm in the shadow of Thy wings,
Mine eyelids I would close.
Verse 6
With Thee, in Thee, by faith
Abiding, I would be;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with Thee.
James D. Burns, “Still with Thee, O My God”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Supreme in wisdom as in power
The Rock of Ages stands;
Though Him thou canst not see, nor trace
The working of His hands.
Verse 2
He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the fainting heart;
And courage in the evil hour
His heavenly aids impart.
Verse 3
Mere human power shall fast decay,
And youthful vigor cease;
But they who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.
Verse 4
They with unwearied feet shall tread
The path of life Divine;
With growing ardor onward move,
With growing brightness shine.
Verse 5
On eagles’ wings they mount, they soar,
Their wings are faith and love;
Till, past the cloudy regions here,
They rise to heaven above.
Isaac Watts, “Supreme in Wisdom as in Power”
John S. B. Monsell·Modern
Verse 1
Sweet is Thy mercy, Lord;
Before Thy mercy-seat
My soul, adoring, pleads Thy word,
And owns Thy mercy sweet.
Verse 2
My need and Thy desires
Are all in Christ complete;
Thou hast the justice truth requires,
And I Thy mercy sweet.
Verse 3
Where’er Thy Name is blest,
Where’er Thy people meet,
There I delight in Thee to rest,
And find Thy mercy sweet.
Verse 4
Light Thou my weary way,
Lead Thou my wandering feet,
That while I stay on earth I may
Still find Thy mercy sweet.
Verse 5
Thus shall the heavenly host
Hear all my songs repeat
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
My joy, Thy mercy sweet.
John S. B. Monsell, “Sweet Is Thy Mercy, Lord”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o’er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of thy love.
Verse 2
With thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care:
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God! art here.
Verse 3
Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice:
My bounding heart shall own thy sway,
And echo to thy voice.
Verse 4
Thou callest me to seek thy face--
’Tis all I wish to seek;
T’ attend the whisperings of thy grace,
And hear thee only speak.
Charles Wesley, “Talk with Us, Lord, Thyself Reveal”
George Herbert·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Teach me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see,
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for Thee.
Verse 2
To scorn the senses’ sway,
While still to Thee I tend;
In all I do be Thou the Way,
In all be Thou the End.
Verse 3
All may of Thee partake;
Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for Thy sake,
Greatness and worth from Thee.
Verse 4
If done to obey Thy laws,
E’en servile labors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work Divine.
George Herbert, “Teach Me, My God and King”
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”
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.
Thomas Olivers·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:
Jehovah! Great I AM!
By earth and heaven confessed;
I bow and bless the sacred Name,
For ever blest.
Verse 2
The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At His right hand:
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only portion make,
My Shield and Tower.
Verse 3
He by Himself hath sworn,
I on His oath depend;
I shall, on eagle’s wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
For evermore.
Verse 4
There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o’er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace;
On Zion’s sacred height
His kingdom still maintains,
And, glorious with His saints in light,
For ever reigns.
Verse 5
The God who reigns on high
The great archangels sing,
And, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” cry,
“Almighty King!
Who was, and is, the same,
And evermore shall be;
Jehovah, Father, Great I AM!
We worship Thee.”
Verse 6
The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
“Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”
They ever cry:
Hail, Abraham’s God and mine!
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are Thine,
And endless praise.
Thomas Olivers, “The God of Abraham Praise”
Henry W. Baker·Modern
Verse 1
The King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His
And He is mine for ever.
Verse 2
Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
Verse 3
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.
Verse 4
In death’s dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.
Verse 5
Thou spread’st a table in my sight;
Thy unction grace bestoweth;
And O what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth.
Verse 6
And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never:
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever.
Henry W. Baker, “The King of Love My Shepherd Is”
John Ellerton·Modern
Verse 1
The Lord be with us as we bend
His blessing to receive;
His gift of peace upon us send,
Before His courts we leave.
Verse 2
The Lord be with us as we walk
Along our homeward road;
In silent thought or friendly talk
Our hearts be still with God.
Verse 3
The Lord be with us till the night
Shall close the day of rest;
Be He of every heart the Light,
Of every home the Guest.
Verse 4
And when our nightly prayers we say,
His watch He still shall keep,
Crown with His grace His own blest day,
And guard His people’s sleep.
John Ellerton, “The Lord Be with Us as We Bend”
Thomas Sternhold·Reformation
Verse 1
The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
Verse 2
On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
Verse 3
He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
And he, as sovereign Lord and King,
Forevermore shall reign.
Josiah Conder·Modern
Verse 1
The Lord is King; child of the dust!
The Judge of all the earth is just;
Holy and true are all his ways;
Let every creature speak his praise.
Verse 2
The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
Oh, earth! and all ye heavens! rejoice;
From world to world the joy shall ring--
The Lord omnipotent is King.
Verse 3
The Lord is King! who then shall dare
Resist his will, distrust his care,
Or murmur at his wise decrees,
Or doubt his royal promises?
Verse 4
Oh, when his wisdom can mistake,
His might decay, his love forsake,
Then may his children cease to sing--
The Lord omnipotent is King.
Josiah Conder, “The Lord Is King; Child of the Dust!”
Josiah Conder·Modern
Verse 1
The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
O earth; and all ye heavens, rejoice:
From world to world the joy shall ring:
“The Lord Omnipotent is King!”
Verse 2
The Lord is King! who then shall dare
Resist His will, distrust His care,
Or murmur at His wise decrees,
Or doubt His royal promises?
Verse 3
The Lord is King! Child of the dust,
The Judge of all the earth is just;
Holy and true are all His ways:
Let every creature speak His praise.
Verse 4
O when His wisdom can mistake,
His might decay, His love forsake,
Then may His children cease to sing,
“The Lord Omnipotent is King!”
Verse 5
Alike pervaded by His eye,
All parts of His dominion lie;
This world of ours, and worlds unseen,
And thin the boundary between.
Verse 6
One Lord, one empire, all secures;
He reigns, and life and death are yours:
Through earth and heaven one song shall ring,
“The Lord Omnipotent is King!”
Thomas T. Lynch·Modern
Verse 1
The Lord is rich and merciful,
The Lord is very kind;
O come to Him, come now to Him,
With a believing mind:
His comforts, they shall strengthen thee,
Like flowing waters cool;
And He shall for thy spirit be
A fountain ever full.
Verse 2
The Lord is glorious and strong,
Our God is very high;
O trust in Him, trust now in Him,
And have security:
He shall be to thee like the sea,
And thou shalt surely feel
His wind, that bloweth healthily
Thy sicknesses to heal.
Verse 3
The Lord is wonderful and wise,
As all the ages tell;
O learn of Him, learn now of Him,
Then with thee it is well:
And with His light thou shalt be blest,
Therein to work and live;
And He shall be to thee a rest
When evening hours arrive.
Thomas T. Lynch, “The Lord Is Rich and Merciful”
Joseph Addison·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
Verse 2
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Verse 3
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Verse 4
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
Joseph Addison, “The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied:
Since He is mine and I am His,
What can I want beside?
Verse 2
He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
Verse 3
If e’er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim;
And guides me in His own right way,
For His most holy Name.
Verse 4
While He affords His aid
I cannot yield to fear;
Though I should walk through death’s dark shade,
My Shepherd’s with me there.
Verse 5
In spite of all my foes
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
Verse 6
The bounties of Thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from Thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
Isaac Watts, “The Lord My Shepherd Is”
Henry K. White·Modern
Verse 1
The Lord, our God, is full of might,
The winds obey his will;
He speaks,--and, in his heavenly height,
The rolling sun stands still.
Verse 2
Rebel, ye waves, and o’er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.
Verse 3
Howl, winds of night, your force combine;
Without his high behest,
Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow’s nest.
Verse 4
His voice sublime is heard afar,
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.
Verse 5
Ye nations bend--in reverence bend;
Ye monarchs, wait his nod,
And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate your God.
Henry K. White, “The Lord, Our God, Is Full of Might”
Scottish Psalter, 1650: based on Francis Rous, Sir William Mure, and others·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
Verse 2
My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Ev’n for His own Name’s sake.
Verse 3
Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear none ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
Verse 4
My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
Verse 5
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God’s house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
1650: based on Francis Rous Scottish Psalter, Sir William Mure, and others, “The Lord's My Shepherd, I'll Not Want”
Verse 1
The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
Verse 2
My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Ev’n for His own Name’s sake.
Verse 3
Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear none ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
Verse 4
My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
Verse 5
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God’s house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
There is a God--all nature speaks,
Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies;
See, from the clouds his glory breaks,
When earliest beams of morning rise.
Verse 2
The rising sun, serenely bright,
Throughout the world’s extended frame,
Inscribes in characters of light
His mighty Maker’s glorious name.
Verse 3
Ye curious minds, who roam abroad,
And trace creation’s wonders o’er,
Confess the footsteps of your God--
Bow down before him and adore.
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
There is a safe and secret place,
Beneath the wings Divine,
Reserved for all the heirs of grace;
O be that refuge mine!
Verse 2
The least and feeblest there may bide,
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
He rests secure in God.
Verse 3
He feeds in pastures, large and fair,
Of love and truth Divine;
O child of God, O glory’s heir,
How rich a lot is thine!
Verse 4
A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honored life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!
Henry F. Lyte, “There Is a Safe and Secret Place”
Joseph Addison·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Verse 2
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
Verse 3
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
Verse 4
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Verse 5
What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
Verse 6
In reason’s ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
“The hand that made us is Divine.”
Joseph Addison, “The Spacious Firmament on High”
James D. Burns·Modern
Verse 1
This night, O Lord, we bless Thee
For Thy protecting care,
And, ere we rest, address Thee
In lowly, fervent prayer:
From evil and temptation
Defend us through the night,
And round our habitation
Be Thou a wall of light.
Verse 2
On Thee our whole reliance
From day to day we cast,
To Thee, with firm affiance,
Would cleave from first to last;
To Thee, through Jesus’ merit,
For needful grace we come,
And trust that Thy good Spirit
Will guide us safely home.
Verse 3
What may be on the morrow
Our foresight cannot see;
But be it joy or sorrow,
We know it comes from Thee,
And nothing can take from us,
Where’er our steps may move,
The staff of Thy sure promise,
The shield of Thy true love.
James D. Burns, “This Night, O Lord, We Bless Thee”
Gerhard Tersteegen, 1729. Tr. Rev. John Wesley, 1736 (Text of 1780)·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Thou hidden Love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in Thee.
Verse 2
’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see:
O when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!
Verse 3
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there;
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it has found repose in Thee.
Verse 4
O Love, Thy sovereign aid impart
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there;
Make me Thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may “Abba, Father,” cry.
Verse 5
Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits Thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
“I am thy Love, thy God, thy All.”
To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice,
To taste Thy love, be all my choice.
James D. Burns·Modern
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.
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.
John Fawcett·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Thy way, O God! is in the sea,
Thy paths I cannot trace;
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thine unbounded grace.
Verse 2
’Tis but in part I know thy will;
I bless thee for the sight;
When will thy love the rest reveal,
In glory’s clearer light?
Verse 3
Here the dark veils of flesh and sense
My captive soul surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
My wondering thoughts confound.
Verse 4
As through a glass I dimly see
The wonders of thy love;
How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above!
Verse 5
With rapture I shall soon survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love, and praise.
John Fawcett, “Thy Way, O God! Is in the Sea”
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
Was there ever kindest shepherd
Half so gentle, half so sweet,
As the Saviour who would have us
Come and gather round His feet?
It is God; His love looks mighty,
But is mightier than it seems:
’Tis our Father; and His fondness
Goes far out beyond our dreams.
Verse 2
There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.
There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Saviour,
There is healing in His blood.
Verse 3
For the love of God is broader
Than the measures of man’s mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind:
But we make His love too narrow
By false limits of our own,
And we magnify His strictness
With a zeal He will not own.
Verse 4
There is plentiful redemption
In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.
If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.
Frederick W. Faber, “Was There Ever Kindest Shepherd”
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”
Verse 1
Who trusts in God, a strong abode
In heaven and earth possesses;
Who looks in love to Christ above,
No fear his heart oppresses.
In Thee alone, dear Lord, we own
Sweet hope and consolation;
Our shield from foes, our balm for woes,
Our great and sure salvation.
Verse 2
Though Satan’s wrath beset our path,
And worldly scorn assail us,
While Thou art near we will not fear,
Thy strength shall never fail us:
Thy rod and staff shall keep us safe,
And guide our steps for ever;
Nor shades of death, nor hell beneath,
Our souls from Thee shall sever.
Verse 3
In all the strife of mortal life
Our feet shall stand securely;
Temptation’s hour shall lose its power,
For Thou shalt guard us surely.
O God, renew, with heavenly dew,
Our body, soul, and spirit,
Until we stand at Thy right hand,
Through Jesus’ saving merit.
John H. Gurney·Modern
Verse 1
Yes, God is good; in earth and sky,
From ocean depths and spreading wood,
Ten thousand voices seem to cry,
“God made us all, and God is good.”
Verse 2
The sun that keeps his trackless way,
And downward pours his golden flood,
Night’s sparkling hosts all seem to sky,
In accents clear, that God is good.
Verse 3
Yes, God is good, all Nature says,
By God’s own hand with speech endued;
And man, in louder notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that God is good.
Verse 4
For all thy gifts, we bless thee, Lord;
But chiefly for our heavenly food,
Thy pardoning grace, thy quickening word;
These prompt our song that God is good.
John H. Gurney, “Yes, God Is Good; in Earth and Sky”