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2 His sovereign power, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, wo

strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,

Our souls, and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heaven our voices, raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love:
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Isaac Watts, 1719. Alt. by J. Wesley, 1741.


PSALM 100.

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1 Ye nations round the earth, rejoice

Before the Lord, your sovereign King, Serve him with cheerful heart and voice,

With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God; 'tis he alone

Doth life and breath and being give; We are his work, and not our own;

The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,

With praises to his courts repair,
And make it


divine employ To pay your thanks and bonors there. 4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind;

Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.

Isaac Watts, 1719


1 For thee, O God, our constant praise

In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars we will raise,

And there our zealous vows complete. 20 thou, who to my humble prayer

Didst always bend thy listening ear, To thee shall all mankind repair,

And at thy gracious throne appear. 3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain

To stop thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst thou o'erlook’st the guilty stain,

And washest out the crimson dye. 4 Blest is the man, who, near thee placed,

Within thy sacred dwelling lives!
While we, at humbler distance, tasta
The vast delights thy temple gives.

Tate and Brady, 1696.
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. 2 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail ;

Leave not our trembling hearts to fail:
O thou that hearest


desceni, And still be found the sinner's friend. 3 low blest 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! 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.


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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. 6 Lord, on our souls thy Spirit pour ;

The moral waste within restore ;
Oh let thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to thee.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
1 PRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee;

There shall our vows be paid :
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray;

All flesh shall seek thine aid. 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,

But pardoning grace is thine ;
And thou wilt grant us power and skill

To conquer every sin. 3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose

To bring them near thy face ;
Give them a dwelling in thy house,

To feast upon thy grace. 4 In answering what thy church requests.

Thy truth and terror shine ;
And works of dreadful righteousness

Fulfil thy kind design.
5 Thus shall the wondering nations see

The Lord is good and just;
And distant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.

Isaac Watts, 1719.
1 My soul, how lovely is the place

To which thy God resorts !
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.


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2 There the great Monarch of the skies

His saving power displays,
And light breaks in upon our eyes

With kind and quickening rays. 3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove

Descends and fills the place,
While Christ reveals his wond'rous love,

And sheds abroad his grace. 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare

The secrets of thy will;
And still we seek thy mercy there,

And sing thy praises still.
5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee,

While far from thine abode;
When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour and my God?

Isaac Watts, 1719. 8.

1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,

And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,

Exalted be our voice.

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2 With thanks, approach his awful sight,

And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,

The whole creation's King.
3 Come, and with humble souls adore,

Come, kneel before his face ;
Oh, may the creatures of his power

Be children of his grace!
4 Now is the time: he bends his ear,

And waits for your request ; Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear • Ye shall not see my rest.'

Isaac Watts, 1719.


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1 Come, let our voices join to raise

A sacred song of solemn praise ;
God is a sovereign King; rehearse

His honors in exalted verse.
2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,

Who framed our natures with his word ;
He is our shepherd; we the sheep

His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,

The counsels of his love obey ;
Nor let our hardened hearts renew

The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 4 Seize the kind promise while it waits,

And march to Zion's heavenly gates ;
Believe, and take the promised rest;
Obey, and be for ever blest.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

PSALM 84. 1 Great God, attend, while Zion sings

The joy that from thy presence springs : To spend one day with thee on eartli,

Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place

Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease nor thrones of power

Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 3 God is our sun, he makes our day;

God is our shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,

From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow,

And crown that grace with glory too ;
He gives us all things, and with holds
No real good from upright souls.

Isaac Watts, 1719.


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