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With one Consent let all the Earth

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #C (1760) Lyrics: 1 With one Consent let all the Earth 2 To God their chearful Voices raise; Glad Homage pay with awful Mirth, And sing before him Songs of Praise. 3 Convinc'd that He is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed; We, whom he chuses for his own, The Flock that He vouchsafes to feed. 4 O enter, then his Temple Gate, Thence to his Courts devoutly press; And still your grateful Hymns repeat, And still his Name with Praises bless. 5 For He's the Lord supremely good, His Mercy is for ever sure; His Truth, which all times firmly stood, To endless Ages shall endure. Scripture: Psalm 100 Languages: English

With restless and ungoverned rage

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #II (1760) Lyrics: 1 With restless and ungover'd Rage, why do the Heathen storm? Why in such rash Attempts engage, as they can ne’er perform? 2 The great in Counsel, and in Might, their various Forces bring; Against the Lord they all unite, and his anointed King. 3 "Must we submit to their Commands? presumptuously they say: "No, let us break their slavish Bands, "and cast their Chains away." 4 But God, who sits enthron'd on High, and sees how they combine, Does their conspiring Strength defy, And mocks their vain Design. 5 Thick Clouds of Wrath divine shall break on his rebellious Foes: And thus will he in Thunder speak, to all that dare oppose: 6 "Though madly you dispute my Will, "the King that I ordain, "Whose Throne is fix'd on Sion’s Hill, "shall there securely reign." 7 Attend, O Earth, whilst I declare God’s uncontroul'd Decree: “Thou art my Son, this Day, my Heir, "have I begotten thee. 8 Ask, and receive thy full Demands; thine shall the Heathen be; The utmost Limits of the Lands, "shall be posses'd by thee. 9 "Thy threat’ning Sceptte thou shalt shake, "and crush them ev'ry-where; "As massy Bars of Iron break "the Potter’s brittle Ware. 10 Learn then, ye Princes; and give Ear, ye Judges of the Earth; 11 Worship the Lord with holy Fear; rejoice with awful Mirth. 12 Appease the Son with due Respect, your timely Homage pay; Lest he revenge the bold Neglect, incens'd by your Delay. 13 If but in Part his Anger rise, who can endure the Flame? Then blest are they whose Hope relies On his most Holy Name. Scripture: Psalm 2 Languages: English

Ye boundless Realms of Joy

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXLVIII (1760) Lyrics: 1,2 Ye boundless Realms of Joy, Exalt your Maker's Fame: His Praise your Song employ Above the starry Frame; Your Voices raise, Ye Cherubim And Seraphim, To sing his Praise. 3,4 Thou Moon that rul'st the Night, And Sun that guid'st the Day, Ye glitt'ring Stars of Light, To Him your Homage pay: His Praise declare, Ye Heav'ns above, And Clouds that move In liquid Air. 5,6 Let them adore the Lord, And praise his holy Name, By whose almighty Word They all from Nothing came: And all shall last From Changes free: His firm Decree Stands ever fast. 7,8 Let Earth her Tribute pay; Praise Him ye dreadful Whales, And Fish that through the Sea Glide swift with glitt'ring Scales: Fire, Hail, and Snow, And misty Air, And Winds that, where He bids them, blow. 9.10 By Hills and Mountains (all In grateful Consort join'd) By Cedars stately tall, And Trees for Fruit design'd; By ev'ry Beast, And creeping Thing, And Fowl of Wing, His Name be blest. 11,12 Let all of royal Birth, With those of humbler Frame, And Judges of the Earth, His matchless Praise proclaim. In this Design. Let Youths with Maids, And hoary Heads With Children join. 13 United Zeal be shown, His wond'rous Fame to raise, Whose glorious Name alone Deserves our endless Praise, Earth's utmost Ends His Pow'r obey: His glorious Sway The Sky transcends. 14 His chosen Saints to Grace, He sets them up on high, And favour's Isr'el's Race, Who still to Him are nigh, O therefore raise Your grateful Voice, And still rejoice The Lord to praise. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English

Ye princes that in Might excell

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XXIX (1760) Lyrics: 1 Ye Princes that in Might excell, Your grateful Sacrifice prepare; God's glorious Actions loudly tell, His wond'rous Pow'r to all declare. 2 To His great Name fresh Altars raise; Devoutly due Respect afford; Him in his holy Temple praise, Where He's with solemn State ador'd. 3 'Tis He that with amazing Noise The watry Clouds in sunder breaks: The Ocean trembles at his Voice, When He from Heav'n in Thunder speaks. 4,5 How full of Pow'r his Voice appears! With what majestick Terror crown'd! Which from the Roots tall Cedars tears, And strews their scatter'd Branches round. 6 They, and the Hills on which they grow, Are sometimes hurried far away; And leap, like Hinds that bounding go, Or Unicorns in youthful Play. 7.8 When God in Thunder loudly speaks, And scatter'd Flames of Lightning sends, The Forest nods, the Desart quakes, And stubborn Kadesh lowly bends. 9 He makes the Hinds to cast their Young, And lays the Beasts dark Coverts bare; While those that to his Courts belong, Securely sing his Praises there. 10,11 God rules the angry Floods on high: His boundless Sway shall never cease: His People He'll with Strength supply, And bless his own with constant Peace. Scripture: Psalm 29 Languages: English

Ye Saints and Servants of the Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #CXIII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Ye Saints and Servants of the Lord, The triumphs of his Name record; 2 His sacred Name for ever bless. 3 Where-e'er the circling Sun displays His rising Beams or setting Rays, Due Praise to his great Name address. 4 God thro' the World extends his Sway: The Regions of eternal Day But Shadows of his Glory are. 5 To Him, whose Majesty excels, Who made the Heav'n wherein He dwells, Let no created Pow'r compare. 6 Though 'tis beneath his State to view In highest Heav'n what Angels do, Yet He to Earth vouchsafes his Care: He takes the Needy from his Cell, Advancing him in Courts to dwell, Companion to the Greatest there. 7 When childless Families despair, He sends the Blessings of an Heir, To rescue their expiring Name: Makes her that barren was, to bear, And joyfully her Fruit to rear. O then extol his matchless Fame! Scripture: Psalm 113 Languages: English

Children, to your Creator, God

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Children to your Creator God, your early Honours pay, While Vanity and youthful Blood would tempt your Thoughts astray. 2 The Memory of his mighty Name, demands your first Regard; Nor dare indulge a meaner Flame, 'till you have lov'd the Lord. 3 Be wise, and make his Favour sure, before the mournful Days, When Youth and Mirth are known no more, and Life and Strength decays. 4 No more the Blessings of a Feast shall relish on the Tongue. The heavy Ear forgets the Taste and Pleasure of a Song. 5 Old Age, with all her dismal Train, invades your golden Years With Sighs and Groans, and raging Pain, and Death that never spares. 6 What will you do when Light departs, and leaves your withering Eyes, Without one Beam to chear your Hearts, from the superior Skies? 7 How will you meet God's frowning Brow, or stand before his Seat, While Nature's old Supporters bow, nor bear their tott'ring Weight? 8 Can you expect your feeble Arms shall make a strong Defence, When Death with terrible Alarms, summons the Pris'ner hence? 9 The silver Bands of Nature burst, and let the Building fall; The Flesh goes down to mix with Dust, its vile Original. 10 Laden with Guilt, (a heavy Load) uncleans'd and unforgiv'n, The Soul returns t' an angry God, to be shut out from Heav'n. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 12:1-5 Languages: English

Christ from the Dead is rais'd and made

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #HXXXII (1760) Lyrics: 1 Christ from the Dead is rais'd, and made the first Fruits of the Tomb; For, as by Man came Death, by Man did Resurrection come. 2 For, as in Adam, all Mankind did Guilt and Death derive; So, by the Righteousness of Christ, shall all be made alive. 3 If then ye risen are with Christ, seek only how to get The Things that are above, where Christ at God's right Hand is set. Scripture: 1 Corinthians 15:20-21 Languages: English

Happy the Man, whose tender Care

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XLI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Happy the Man, whose tender Care relieves the Poor distress'd! When he's by Troubles compass'd round, the Lord shall give him Rest. 2 The Lord his Life, with Blessings crown'd, in Safety shall prolong; And disappoint the Will of those that seek to do him Wrong. 3 If he in languishing Estate, oppress'd with Sickness, lie; The Lord will easy make his Bed, and inward Strength supply. 4 Secure of this, to Thee, my God, I thus my Pray'r address'd: "Lord, for thy Mercy, heal my Soul, "tho' I have much trasgress'd." 5 My cruel Foes, with sland'rous Words, attempt to wound my Fame: "When shall he die (say they,) and Men "forget his very Name?" 6 Suppose they formal Visits make, 'tis all but empty Show: They gather Mischief in their Hearts, and vent it where they go. 7,8 With private Whispers, such as these, to hurt me they devise: "A sore Disease afflicts him now; "he's fall'n, no more to rise." 9 My own familiar Bosom-friend, on whom I most rely'd, Has me, whose daily Guest he was, with open Scorn defy'd. 10 But thou my sad and wretched State, in Mercy, Lord, regard; And raise me up, that all their Crimes may meet their just Reward. 11 By this I know, thy gracious Ear is open when I call; Because Thou suffer'st not my Foes to triumph in my Fall. 12 Thy tender Care secures my Life from Danger and Disgrace; And Thou vouchsaf'st to set me still before thy glorious Face. 13 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God from Ages to Age be blest; And all the People's glad Applause with loud Amens express'd. Scripture: Psalm 41 Languages: English

Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #LXIV (1760) Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint; to my Request give Ear; Preserve my Life from cruel Foes, and free my Soul from Fear. 2 O! hide me with thy tend'rest Care in some secure Retreat, From Sinners that against me rise; and all their Plots defeat. 3 See how, intent to work my Harm, they whet their Tongues like Swords; And bend their Bows to shoot their Darts, sharp Lyes, and bitter Words. 4 Lurking in private, at the Just they take their secret Aim; And suddenly at him they shoot, quite void of Fear and Shame. 5 To carry on their ill Designs they mutually agree; They speak of laying private Snares, and think that none shall see. 6 With utmost Diligence and Care their wicked Plots they lay: The deep Designs of all their Hearts are only to betray. 7 But God, to Anger justly mov'd, His dreadful Bow shall bend, And on his flying Arrow's Point shall swift Destruction send. 8 Those Slanders which their Mouths did vent, upon themselves shall fall; Their Crimes disclos'd shall make them be despis'd and shunn'd by all. 9 The World shall then God's Pow'r confess; and Nations trembling stand; Convinc'd that 'tis the mighty Work of his avenging Hand: 10 Whilst righteous Men, by God secure'd, in Him shall gladly trust; And all the list'ning Earth shall hear loud Triumphs of the Just. Scripture: Psalm 64 Languages: English

O Lord, the Saviour and Defence

Hymnal: NVPD1760 #XC (1760) Lyrics: 1 O Lord, the Saviour and Defence of us thy chosen Race, From Age to Age Thou still hast been our sure abiding Place. 2 Before Thou brought'st the Mountains forth, or th' Earth and World didst frame, Thou always wert the mighty God, and ever art the same. 3 Thou turnest Man, O Lord, to Dust, of which he first was made; And when Thou speak'st the Word, Return, 'tis instantly obey'd. 4 For in thy Sight a thousand Years are like a Day that's past, Or like a Watch in Dead of Night, whose Hours unminded waste. 5 Thou sweep'st us off as with a Flood, we vanish hence like Dreams; At first we grow like Grass that feels the Sun's reviving Beams: 6 But howsoever fresh and fair its Morning Beauty shows; 'Tis all cut down and wither'd quite before the Evening close. 7,8 We by thine Anger are consum'd, and by thy Wrath dismay'd; Our publick Crimes and secret Sins before thy Sight are laid. 9 Beneath thy Anger's sad Effects our drooping Days we spend; Our unregarded Years break off, like Tales that quickly end. 10 Our Term of Time is seventy Years, an Age that few survive; But if, with more than common Strength, to eighty we arrive; Yet then our boasted Strength decays, to Sorrow turn'd and Pain; So soon the slender Thread is cut, and we no more remain. Part II 11 But who thy Anger's dread Effects does, as he ought, revere? And yet thy Wrath does fall or rise, as more or less we fear. 12 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain Sum of our short Days to mind, That to true Wisdom all our Hearts may ever be inclin'd. 13 O to thy Servants, Lord, return, and speedily relent! As we of our Misdeeds, do Thou of our just Doom repent. 14 To satisfy and chear our Souls, thy early Mercy send; That we may all our Days to come, in Joy and Comfort spend. 15 Let happy Times with large Amends dry up our former Tears, Or equal at the least the Term of our afflicted Years. 16 To all thy Servants, Lord, let this thy wond'rous Work be known, And to our Offspring yet unborn, thy glorious Pow'r be shown. 17 Let thy bright Rays upon us shine, give Thou our Work Success; The glorious Work we have in Hand do Thou vouchsafe to bless. Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English