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GOD Sovereign and Gracious

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXIIIb (1780) Scripture: Psalm 118 First Line: Ye servants of th' almighty king Lyrics: 1 Ye servants of th' almighty king, In ev'ry age his praises sing; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of Majesty; Nor time nor place his pow'r restrain, Nor bound his universal reign. 3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, Or angels with their God compare? His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light! 4 Behold his love, he stoops to view What saints above and angels do; And condescends yet more to know The mean affairs of men below. 5 From dust and cottages obscure His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honour of his sons, And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 6 [A word of his creating voice Can make the barren house rejoice; Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past, The promis'd seed is born at last. 7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders GOD has done: Faith may grow strong when sense despairs; If nature fails, the promise bears.] Languages: English

Rejoice Today with One Accord

Author: Henry Williams Baker (1821-1877) Hymnal: Common Praise (1998) #318 (1998) Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7 Scripture: Psalm 118 Lyrics: 1 Rejoice today with one accord, sing out with exultation; rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, whose arm hath brought salvation. His works of love proclaim the greatness of his name; for he is God alone, who hath his mercy shown: let all his saints adore him! 2 When in distress to him we cried he heard our sad complaining; O trust in him. what'er betide, his love is all-sustaining. Triumphant songs of praise to him our hearts shall raise: now every voice shall say, "O praise our God alway"; let all his saints adore him! Topics: Adoration; Faith/Trust; Praise of God; Trinity Languages: English Tune Title: EIN' FESTE BURG

Praise for Recovery from Sickness

Author: Dr. Doddridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #DXLII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 118:18-19 First Line: Sovereign of life, I own thy hand Lyrics: 1 Sovereign of life, I own thy hand In every chastening stroke; And while I smart beneath thy rod, Thy presence I invoke. 2 To thee in my distress I cried, And thou hast bow'd thy ear; Thy powerful word my life prolong'd, And brought salvation near. 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, That, with the pious throng, I may record my solemn vows, And tune my grateful song. 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Renews our laboring breath: Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints Triumphant e'en in death. 5 My God, in thine appointed hour Those heavenly gates display, Where pain and sin, and fear and death For ever flee away. 6 There, while the nations of the bless'd, With raptures bow around, My anthems to delivering grace, In sweeter strains shall sound. Topics: Times and Seasons Recovery; Sickness and Recovery Languages: English

Praise for recovery from sickness

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCLI (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 118:18-19 First Line: Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand Lyrics: 1 Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand In every chastening stroke; And while I smart beneath thy rod, Thy presence I invoke. 2 To thee in my distress I cry'd, And thou hast bow'd thy ear; Thy pow'rful word my life prolong'd, And brought salvation near. 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, That,with the pious throng, I may record my solemn vows, And tune my grateful song. 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Renews our lab'ring breath: Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints Triumphant e'en in death. 5 My God, in thine appointed hour Those heav'nly gates display, Where pain and sin, and fear and death For ever flee away. 6 There, while the nations of the bless'd, With raptures bow around, My anthems to deliv'ring grace, In sweeter strains shall sound. Topics: Sickness Praise for recovery from Languages: English

Praise for recovery from sickness

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCLI (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 118:18-19 First Line: Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand Lyrics: 1 Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand In every chastening stroke; And while I smart beneath thy rod, Thy presence I invoke. 2 To thee in my distress I cry'd, And thou hast bow'd thy ear; Thy pow'rful word my life prolong'd, And brought salvation near. 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, That,with the pious throng, I may record my solemn vows, And tune my grateful song. 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Renews our lab'ring breath: Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints Triumphant e'en in death. 5 My God, in thine appointed hour Those heav'nly gates display, Where pain and sin, and fear and death For ever flee away. 6 There, while the nations of the bless'd, With raptures bow around, My anthems to deliv'ring grace, In sweeter strains shall sound. Topics: Sickness Praise for recovery from Languages: English

Sovereign of life, I own thy hand

Author: Doddridge Hymnal: A Selection of Sacred Poetry #562 (1812) Scripture: Psalm 118:18-19 Topics: Domestic and Private Worship Languages: English

Psalm 118 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.258 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 118:6-15 First Line: The Lord appears my helper now Lyrics: The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heav'n affords its aid. 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. Like bees, my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm; But I shall all their rage confound By thine almighty arm. 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice! Like angry bees, they girt me round; When God appears they fly; So burning thorns, with crackling sound, Make a fierce blaze and die. Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Isr'el tune immortal songs To his almighty grace. Topics: Deliverance from death; Praise for eminent deliverances; Lord's day psalm; Public praise for private mercies; Thanks public, for private mercies; Hosanna for the Lord's day; Christ his resurrection on the Lord's day; Christ the church's foundation; Church built on Jesus Christ; Deliverance from tumult; Tumult deliverance from it Languages: English

Deliverance from a Tumult

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXVIIIa (1780) Scripture: Psalm 118:6-15 First Line: The Lord appears my helper now Lyrics: 1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heav'n affords its aid. 2 'Tis safer, LORD, to hope in thee, And have my GOD my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 Like bees my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm; But I shall all their rage confound By thine almighty arm. 4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How chearful is my voice! 5 Like angry bees they girt me round; When GOD appears they fly; So burning thorns, with crackling sound Make a fierce blaze and die. 6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Isr'el tune immortal songs To his almighty grace. Languages: English

Deliverance from a Tumult

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #CXVIIIa (1785) Scripture: Psalm 118:6-15 First Line: The Lord appears my helper now Lyrics: 1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid. 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my GOD my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice! 4 Like angry bees they girt me round; When GOD appears they fly: So burning thorns with crack'ling sound Make a fierce blaze, and die. 5 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs To his Almighty grace. Languages: English

Deliverance from a Tumult

Hymnal: Psalms #118a (1793) Scripture: Psalm 118:6-15 First Line: The Lord appears my helper now Lyrics: 1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heav'n affords me aid. 2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend. 3 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice! 4 Like angry bees they girt me round; When God appears they fly; So burning thorns with crack'ling sound, Make a fierce blaze, and die. 5 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days; Let Isra'l tune immortal songs To his Almighty grace. Languages: English