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Lord, Thou my God, I'll Thee extoll

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #I.XXV (1758) Lyrics: 1 LORD, Thou my God! I'll Thee extoll, I will thy name confess; Who wonders dost, thy counsels old are truth and faithfulness. 2 For Thou a city mad'st an heap; its wall in ruin lies; The strangers palace hast eras'd; nor ever shall it rise. 3 Therefore the mighty people shall great glory to Thee bear; The city of the terrible of nations shall Thee fear. 4 Because Thou to the poor hast been their strength, as they confess; A happy strength to helpless ones, in times of their distress. Thou art a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat; When blasts of dreadful ones like storms on walls in fury beat; And like fierce heat in places dry; 5 But Thou shalt quell their noise, And, as the heat by shady cloud, suppress their dreadful voice. 6 The LORD of hosts moreover will upon this mountain make, A sumptuous feast of fat things for all people to partake: A feast of wines presev'd on lees, for them He will prepare; Of fat and marrow-things, of wines that most refined are. 7 And in this mountain He destroy the face of cov'ring shall, Cast o'er all people, and the vail spread over nations all. 8 For ever He will swallow up death into victory. The Lord JEHOVAH tears shall wipe from ev'ry face and eye. His people's whole reproach from all the earth He'll take away. 9 Lo this our God! who will us save; for Him we waiting stay! This is the LORD on whom we have our expectation had; In his salvation we'll rejoyce, and be exceeding glad. Scripture: Isaiah 25:1-9 Languages: English

Loud Hallelujah sing

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #PCXLVIIb (1758) Lyrics: 1 Loud Hallelujah sing; for to our God 'tis meet; Praise is a comely thing, and is exceeding sweet. 2 The LORD doth rear Jerusalem, and gather them That outcasts are. 3 The broke in heart he heals, binds up their breaches all; 4 The stars by number tells, and each by name doth call. 5 Our Lord we bless; is great in might, and infinite In wisdom is. 6 The LORD the meek doth raise the proud brings to the ground: 7 O to the Lord sing praise on harps our God's praise sound: 8 Who clouds the skies, rains on the ground; on mountains round Makes grass to rise. 9 Ev'n beasts and ravens young He feeds whene're thy call: 10 In horse or foot-men strong takes no delight at all: 11 The LORD doth place His pleasure where men with his far Hope in his grace. 12 Salem and Zion praise The LORD your God in song; 13 Who blesses your lov'd race and makes your gates so strong. 14 Thy borders stills with peace so sweet: with finest wheat Thy stores He fills. 14 On earth his orders go his word is swiftly past: 16 Like wool doth give the snow, hoar-frost as ashes cast. 17 His ice doth send like morsels too: in his cold who Can steady stand? 18 His word sends, and them thaws: blows winds, and water flows: 19 Jacob his word, his laws and judgment Israel shows: So done hat He to nations none his judgments shown. JAH, then praise ye. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English

Loud Hallelujah sing

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #PCXLVIIIb (1758) Lyrics: 1 Loud HALLELUJAH sing from heav'n JEHOVAH praise On high his honours ring, and with his highest lays. 2 Ye angels lead; and all his hosts round heav'ns wide coasts His glory spread. 3 Praise Him ye sun and moon, to whom ye owe your light: Praise Him ye stars, who run your glitt'ring course by night; 4 His praise declare ye heav'ns on high, ye clouds that fly On fluent air. 5 Let all in this accord to praise JEHOVAH's name; For He but spake the word, and they from nothing came: 6 And from the place where fix'd they be by his decree Thy cannot pass. [2 Part] 7 On earth all praise the LORD: ye dragons from your caves; And deeps that none can ford, with all your roaring waves: 8 Fire, hail and snow; and misty air; and storms that where He bids them, blow. 9 All hills and mountains high, trees that with fruit are crown'd, Cedars that touch the sky; 10 wild beasts that range around; All cattle tame, things low, and high, that creep, that fly, His praise proclaim. 11 Kings who on earth preside, and all of meaner birth; Princes who nations guide, and judges of the earth; 12 Ye young men strong, and virgins fair, heads with grey hair, And children young. 13 Let all JEHOVAH"s name with praises celebrate; His name alone proclaim as excellent and great: His glories far above earth rise, yea utmost skies, And ev'ry star. 14 Yes He on high doth raise His people's horn of might, And thus inspires with praise his saints, his soul's delight. Bless'd Isr'el's race, a people near and to Him dear: To JAH sing praise. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English

A Living and a Dead Faith

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #XVII (1758) First Line: Mistaken souls! that dream of Heav'n Lyrics: 1 Mistaken Souls! that dream of Heav'n, And make their empty Boast, Of inward Joys, and Sins forgiv'n, While they are Slaves to Lust. Vain are our Fancies, airy Flights, If Faith be cold and dead, None but a living Pow'r unites To Christ the living Head. 2 'Tis Faith that changes all the Heart, 'Tis Faith that works by Love; That bids all sinful Joys depart, And lifts the Thoughts above. 'Tis Faith that conquers Earth and Hell By a celestial Pow'r; This is the Grace that shall prevail In the decisive Hour. 3 Faith must obey her Father's Will, As well as trust his Grace; A pard'ning God is jealous still For his own Holiness. When from the Curse he sets us free, He makes our Natures clean, Nor would He send his Son to be The Minister of Sin. 4 His Spirit purifies our Frame, And seals our Peace with God; Jesus, and his Salvation came By Water and by Blood. Languages: English

The Song of Hezekiah, after his Recovery from Sickness

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #I.XXXVIII (1758) First Line: My days, I said, are now cut off Lyrics: 10 My days I said are now cut off. And going to the grave am I, And of my hop'd for coming years I am deprived utterly. 11 I said, that JAH I shall not see, JAH in the land of life behold; And man mine eyes shall see no more, Nor any dwellers in the world. 12 My dwelling here is pass'd away, Removed as a shepherd's tent; My life as threads by weavers cut, He cuts me off by languishment. From day to night Thou dost me waste, And end of me wilt quickly make, 13 I in the morn look; but by night My bones He'll as a lion break. 14 Like cranes or swallows chatter'd I, Like doves I mourn'd thro' pain and grief, Mine eyes with looking upwards fail'd. LORD, I'm oppress'd; O give relief. 15 What shall I say? but humbly own, He well hath spoke and done to me, And I in bitterness of soul Will all my years repenting be. 16 As LORD, Thou art the life of men, Life to my spirit Thou dost give; Thou fully wilt recover me, And thou wilt make me still to live. 17 Lo, I for peace great trouble found, But to my soul in love thou hast From the corrupting pit me sav'd, Mu sins behind thy back hast cast. 18 For graves cannot shew forth thy praise, Neither can death Thee celebrate, Such as go down into the pit To see thy truth no more can wait, 19 The living does, the living will, Thee praise, ev'n as I do this day; The father to the children shall Thy acts of faithfulness display. 20 Ready to save me was the LORD: Therefore we will my songs of praise Sing in JEHOVAH's house with joy, Throughout our lives, ev'n all our days. Scripture: Isaiah 38:10-20 Languages: English

Example of CHRIST

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #XVIII (1758) First Line: My dear Redeemer, and my Lord Lyrics: 1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my Duty in thy Word; But in thy Life the Law appears, Drawn out in living Characters. Such was thy Truth, and such thy Zeal, Such Def'rence to thy Father's Will, Such Love, and Meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 2 Cold Mountains, and the Midnight Air Witness'd the Fervour of thy Pray'r; The Desart thy Temptations knew, Thy Conflict, and thy Vict'ry too. Be thou my Pattern; make me bear More of thy gracious Image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my Name Amongst the Foll'wers of the Lamb. Languages: English

My God and King, I'll thee extol

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #PCXLV (1758) Lyrics: 1 My God and king, I'll Thee extoll, thy name I'll ever bless; 2 For ever will I praise thy name in daily thankfulness. 3 Great is the LORD, most worthy praise; his greatness search exceeds: 4 Age shall to age extol thy works and show thy mighty deeds. 5 Of thy transcendent comeliness, thy glory, majesty, And of thy admirable works with pleasure speak will I. 6 Yea, they shall of thy mighty works discourse, which dreadful are; And I will thy magnificence to all the world declare. 7 The mem'ry of thy goodness great they largely shall express; And shall in joyful hymns of praise, sing of thy right'ousness. [2 Part] 8 Most gracious our JEHOVAH is, most merciful is He; Slow is to anger, and He is great in benignity. 9 The LORD is good, and ev'n to all his goodness does appear; And over all his works behold his tender mercies are. 10 LORD, all thy works shew forth thy praise; and Thee thy saints shall bless: 11 Shall of thy kingdom's glory speak, and thy great power express. 12 That so the sons of men abroad thy mighty acts may know; And that thy kingdom's majesty and glory they may show. 13 Thy kingdom firm establish'd is, never to know an end; And thy supreme dominion shall through ev'ry age extend. [3 Part] 14 Those who just ready are to fall, JEHOVAH doth sustain; And those he sees are bowed down He raises up again. 15 All eyes wait on Him, and their food He in fit season gives: 16 His open hand fills the desire of ev'ry thing that lives. 17 The LORD is just in all his ways, his works ae holy all: 18 He's near to all who call on Him, in truth that on Him call. 19 He will of them who Him revere, the just desire fulfill; And He will hear their cry to Him, and save them then He will. 20 All who the LORD sincerely love his safe-guard shall enjoy; But He all those who wicked are will utterly destroy. 21 My mouth the praises of the LORD, shall gratefully express: And let all flesh his holy name ever and ever bless. Scripture: Psalm 145 Languages: English

A Psalm of David: The Sufferings, Prayers, and Praises of CHRIST

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #PXXII (1758) First Line: My God, my God, wherefore hast thou Lyrics: 1 My God, my God, wherefore hast thou forsaken me? and why Art thou so far from helping me, and from my earnest cry? 2 My God, I in the day-time cry, but me thou dost not hear; Also in the night-time, but to me no quiet rest is there. 3 Nevertheless, thou holy art, who constantly dost dwell, Amongst the thankful praises of thy people Israel. 4 Our fathers heretofore in Thee did put their confidence; They trusted Thee, and Thou to them didst give deliverance. 5 To Thee they cry'd out earnestly, and then salvation came; They plac'd their trust in Thee alone, and were not put to shame. 6 But as a worm, and not a man, I'm us'd as one forlorn; I'm the reproach among the high, among the low the scorn. 7 With laughter all the gazing crowd my agonies survey; They shoot the lip, they shake the head, and thus deriding say; 8 'You on JEHOVAH cast your elf, 'that He might you redeem; 'Let him now come and rescue you, 'since you delight in him.' 9 But thou art He who from the womb didst tenderly me take: When I was on my mother's breasts, to hope Thou didst me make. 10 I even from the womb have been entirely cast on Thee; And from my mother's bowels Thou, hast been a God to me. [2 Part] 11 Be not Thou far away from me; now trouble is so near; For there is none to give me help, unless Thou wilt appear. 12 My foes, as bulls on ev'ry side have me encompassed; Like mighty bulls of Bashan have Me round environed. 13 Their mouths they open upon me yea open wide do they; Like lions ravenous who roar when seizing on their prey. 14 Like water I am poured out; my bones disjointed are; My heart amidst my bowels melts, like wax amidst the fire. 15 My strength is like a potsherd dry'd, my parched tongue cleaves fast To my dry mouth; and to the dust of death, me brought Thou hast. 16 Like furious dogs they me surround; in crouds the wicked meet; their rude assembly me enclose, and pierce my hands and feet. 17 Ev'n I may number all my bones; on me they look and stare: 18 For my whole vesture, lots they cast, and they my garments share. 19 But be not far, O LORD, my strength; haste Thou to succour me. 20 My precious soul, both from the sword, and pow'r of dogs set free. 21 O save me from the lion's mouth; as Thou hast answer'd me, When on the horns of unicorns I cry'd aloud to Thee. 22 Then to my brethren I'll declare the glories of thy name; Amidst the congregation I thy praises will proclaim. [3 Part] 23 All ye who fear the LORD, Him praise, all Jacob's seed who are Him glorify; all Israel's seed do ye Him greatly fear. 24 For He th' affliction of the poor, nor loaths, nor does despise; Nor hides his face from him, but hears When loud to Him he cries. 25 Ev'n in the congregation great, my praise is of Thee still: Before them who Him reverence, perform my vows I will. 26 The meek shall feed and be suffic'd; and praise the LORD shall ye Who seek his face; your heart shall live ev'n to eternity. 27 All ends of th' earth remember shall and turn unto the LORD; Thee all the heathen families to worship shall accord: 28 Because to our JEHOVAH does the kingdom appertain; And He among the nations is the ruler sovereign. 29 Earth's rich ones eat, and worship shall all who to dust descend, (For none can keep alive their souls) before his face shall bend. 30 A seed for ever shall Him serve, which to the Lord alone A generation shall be call'd which He will ever own. 31 They shall come forth, and shall declare his glorious righteousness; To generations yet unborn, that He hath done all this. Scripture: Psalm 22

My heart's not haughty, LORD

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #PCXXXIb (1758) Lyrics: 1 My heart's not haughty, LORD, nor lofty are mine eyes: In things too great or high for me is not mine exercise. 2 I as a child behave wean'd from the mother's breast: My soul ev'n as a weaned child, submits and lies at rest. 3 Let Isr'el on the LORD, rest therefore quietly: Yea henceforth ever hope and wait, his saving help to see. Scripture: Psalm 131 Languages: English

My most Belov'd a Vineyard owns

Hymnal: PHSS1758 #I.V (1758) Lyrics: 1 My most Belov'd a Vineyard owns, Which on a fruitful hill is seen: 2 Around it a safe fence He made, And clear'd of all the stones therein. He planted there a beauteous vine, And in the midst He built a tow'r, A wine-press made, then look'd for grapes: But grapes it yielded wild an sow'r. 3 And now, O ye inhabitants Ev'n of Jerusalem, and ye Of Judah, tho' ye parties are, Between my vineyard judge and Me. 4 What for my vineyard could be done Which I have not perform'd with care? Why, when I look'd for pleasant grapes, Did these degen'rate grapes appear? 5 And now I'll tell you what I'll do: My vineyard's hedge remove will I To be devour'd; and I'll throw down It's wall; and it trod down shall lie. 5 I'll lay it waste and desolate; Unprun'd, undig'd, with brambles spread, And thorns; yea, to the clouds I'll say, That on it they no rain should shed. 7 Because the house of Israel, The LORD of hosts his vineyard is, The men who dwell in Judah's tribe, Are that most pleasant plant of his: And when He judgment did expect, Lo! there was an oppressing wound; And when He look'd for righteousness, Then lo! a bitter cry He found. Scripture: Isaiah 5 Languages: English