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Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 129

 Persecutors punished.
Up from my youth, may Isr'el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years.
Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assailed my riper age, But not destroyed my life.
Their cruel plow had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep; Hourly they vexed my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep.
The Lord grew angry on his throne, And, with impartial eye, Measured the mischiefs they had done, Then let his arrows fly.
How was their insolence surprised To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seized With horror to the soul! Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints And all their projects die.
[What though they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despised in death.
] [So corn that on the house-top stands No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves.
It springs and withers on the place; No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Against Lying

 O 'tis a lovely thing for youth
To early walk in wisdom's way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say!

But liars we can never trust,
Even when they say what is true.
And he who does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Have we not known, nor heard, nor read How God does hate deceit and wrong? How Ananias was struck dead, Caught with a lie upon his tongue? So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came in, and grew so bold As to confirm that wicked lie, Which just before her husband told.
The Lord delights in them that speak The words of truth; but every liar Must have his portion in the lake That burns with brimstone and with fire.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 56

 Deliverance from oppression and falsehood.
O Thou whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace.
The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word.
In God most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust.
They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts.
Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand.
God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears.
When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me.
In thee, most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust.
Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word, How righteous all thy ways!" Thou hast secured my soul from death, O set thy pris'ner free! That heart and hand, and life and breath, May be employ'd for thee.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 124

 A song for the fifth of November.
Had not the Lord, may Isr'el say, Had not the Lord maintained our side, When men, to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide; The swelling tide had stopped our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll, We had been swallowed deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelmed our soul.
We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escaped the fatal stroke; So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke.
For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare, Who saved us from the murd'ring sword, And made our lives and souls his care.
Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who formed the earth and built the skies: He that upholds that wondrous frame Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 81

1,8-16 S.
The warnings of God to his people.
Sing to the Lord aloud, And make a joyful noise; God is our strength, our Savior God; Let Isr'el hear his voice.
"From vile idolatry Preserve my worship clean; I am the Lord, who set thee free From slavery and sin.
"Stretch thy desires abroad, And I'll supply them well: But if ye will refuse your God, If Isr'el will rebel; "I'll leave them," saith the Lord, "To their own lusts a prey, And let them run the dang'rous road, 'Tis their own chosen way.
"Yet, O! that all my saints Would hearken to my voice! Soon I would ease their sore complaints, And bid their hearts rejoice.
"While I destroy their foes, I'd richly feed my flock; And they should taste the stream that flows From their eternal rock.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 32

 Forgiveness of sins upon confession.
O Blessed souls are they Whose sins are covered o'er! Divinely blest, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more.
They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care; Their lips and lives, without deceit, Shall prove their faith sincere.
While I concealed my guilt, I felt the fest'ring wound; Till I confessed my sins to thee, And ready pardon found.
Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help, in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 147

7-9,13-18 C.
The seasons of the year.
With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky.
He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow.
He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the raven's cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honors high.
His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear.
His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound.
When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail.
He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return.
The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 118 part 4

24-26 C.
Hosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's resurrection and our salvation.
This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
Today he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; Today the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.
Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son; Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from thy throne.
Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God his Father's name To save our sinful race.
Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Hymn 33

 Absurdity of infidelity.
1 Cor.
Shall atheists dare insult the cross Of our Redeemer, God? Shall infidels reproach his laws, Or trample on his blood? What if he choose mysterious ways To cleanse us from our faults? May not the works of sovereign grace Transcend our feeble thoughts? What if his gospel bids us fight With flesh, and self, and sin, The prize is most divinely bright That we are called to win.
What if the foolish and the poor His glorious grace partake, This but confirms his truth the more, For so the prophets spake.
Do some that own his sacred name Indulge their souls in sin? Jesus should never bear the blame, His laws are pure and clean.
Then let our faith grow firm and strong, Our lips profess his word; Nor blush nor fear to walk among The men that love the Lord.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Hymn 26

 Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ.
1 Pet.
Blest be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored.
When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die.
What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust, Yet as the Lord our Savior rose, So all his followers must.
There's an inheritance divine Reserved against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot waste away.
Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 130

 Pardoning grace.
Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear.
Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand.
But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee.
[I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.
] [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes; So waits my soul to see thy grace, And, more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.
] [Then in the Lord let Isr'el trust, Let Isr'el seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace.
There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslaved; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Isr'el shall be saved.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 49

 The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection.
Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have? How vain are riches to secure Their haughty owners from the grave! They can't redeem one hour from death, With all the wealth in which they trust; Nor give a dying brother breath, When God commands him down to dust.
There the dark earth and dismal shade Shall clasp their naked bodies round; That flesh, so delicately fed, Lies cold and moulders in the ground.
Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies, Laid in the grave for worms to eat: The saints shall in the morning rise, And find th' oppressor at their feet.
His honors perish in the dust, And pomp and beauty, birth and blood: That glorious day exalts the just To full dominion o'er the proud.
My Savior shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode; My flesh and soul shall part no more, But dwell for ever near my God.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 126

 Surprising deliverance.
When God restored our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great That joy appeared a painted dream.
The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honors to thy name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim.
When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow.
The man that in his furrowed field His scattered seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 119 part 17

 Courage and perseverance under persecution.
143, 28 When pain and anguish seize me, Lord, All my support is from thy word: My soul dissolves for heaviness; Uphold me with thy strength'ning grace.
51,69,110 The proud have framed their scoffs and lies, They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my soul to snares and sin, Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.
161,78 They hate me, Lord, without a cause, They hate to see me love thy laws; But I will trust and fear thy name, Till pride and malice die with shame.

Written by Isaac Watts |

Psalm 19

 The books of nature and of Scripture compared.
THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, In every star thy wisdom shines But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines.
The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days, thy power confess But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand: So when thy truth begun its race, It touched and glanced on every land.
Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest Till through the world thy truth has run, Till Christ has all the nations blest That see the light or feel the sun.
Great Sun of Righteousness, arise, Bless the dark world with heav'nly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
Thy noblest wonders here we view In souls renewed and sins forgiv'n; Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven.