An Arrangement of the Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts

40 may thy grace its power display;
Let guilt and death no longer reign;|
Save me in thine appointed way,
Nor let my humble faith be vain!

HYMN 109. C. M. Watts's Sermons.
Bangor, Barby.

Faith in the sacrifice of Christ.

Let fear and love, most holy God!
Possess this soul of mine;
Then shall I worship tace aright,
And taste thy joys divine.

HYMN 112. C.M. Watts's Sermons.
Parma, Mear, Irish.
Holy fortitude..

1 WHERE shall the guilty sinner go, AMI a soldier of the cross,

To find a sure relief?
Can bleeding bulls or goats bestow
A balm to ease my grief?
20 never let my thoughts renounce.
The gospel of my God,
Where vilest crimes are cleans'd at once
In Christ's atoning blood.
31ere rest my faith, and ne'er remove;
Here let repentance rise;
While I behold his bleeding love,
His dying agonies.

HYMN 110. L.M. Watts's Serm. Xorb
Putney, Quercy, Wells.

Faithfulness.
HATH God been faithful to his word,
And sent to men his promis'd grace?
Shall I not imitate the Lord,
And practise what my lips profess?
Hath Christ fulfilled his kind design,
The dreadful work he undertook,
And died to make salvation mine,
And well perform'd whate'er he spoke ?
3 Doth not his faithfulness afford
A noble theme to raise my song?
And shall I dare deny my Lord,
Or utter falsehood with my tongue?
4 My King, my Saviour, and my God!
Let grace my sinful soul renew,
Wash my offences with thy blood,
And make my heart sincere and true.

APPY beyond description he,

follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,-
Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease?
While others fought to win the prize,

And sail'd through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face,
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend. to grace,
To help me on to God?
Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine,
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

HYMN 113. L. M. Watts's Sermons.

Green's Hundredth, Quercy, Bath.
Fortitude, or remedies against fear.
WHEN tumults of unruly fear
Rise in my-heart, and riot there,
What shall I do to calm my breast,
And get the vexing foe supprest?
2 What power can these wild thoughts
This ruffling tempest of the soul? [control?
Where shall I fly in this distress,
But to the throne of glorious grace?
3 My faith would seize some promise, Lord;

1HWY cord his God; There's power and safety in the word;

Who hears his threats with holy awe,
And trembles at his rod.

2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells
With its fair partner, love,
Blending their beauties, both proclaim
Their source is from above.
3 Let terrors fright th' unwilling slave;
The child with joy appears;
Cheerful he does his father's will,
And loves as much as fears.

Not all that earth or hell can say
Shall tempt or drive my soul away.
4 I call the days of old to mind,
When I have found my God was kind;
My heavenly friend is still the same;
Salvation to his holy name.
5Great God, preserve my conscience clean,
Wash me from guilt, forgive my sin;
Thy love shall guard me from surprise,
Tho' threatening dangers round me rise.

When fear like a wild ocean raves, Let Jesus walk upon the waves, And (6 say, 'tis I;" that heavenly voice Shall sink the storm and raise my joys.

HYMN 114. L. M. Watts's Sermons. All Saints, Winchester, Portugal. Gravity and decency. 1 B EHOLD the sons, the heirs of God, So dearly bought with Jesus' blood! Are they not born to heavenly joys, And shall they stoop to earthly toys? 2 Doth vain discourse, or empty mirth, Well suit the honours of their birth? Shall they be fond of gay attire, Which children love, and fools admire? 3 Lord, raise our hearts and passions higher;

Touch our vain souls with sacred fire; Then, with a heaven-directed eye We'll pass these glittering trifles by. 4 We'll look on all the toys below With such disdain as angels do; And wait the call that bids us rise To mansions promis'd in the skies.

HYMN 115. L. M. Watts's Sermons. b

Carthage, Armley.

Things of good report. S it a thing of good report, To squander life and time away? To cut the hours of duty short, While toys and follies waste the day. 2 Doth this become the Christian name, To venture near the tempter's door? To sort with men of evil fame, And yet presume to stand secure? 3 Am I my own sufficient guard, While I expose my soul to shame? Can the short joys of sin reward The lasting blemish of my name? 40 may it be my constant choice To walk with men of grace below, Till I arrive where heavenly joys, And never fading honours grow.

HYMN 116. C. M. Watts's Sermons..

Barby, St. David, Wareham.
None excluded from hope.
ESUS, thy blessings are not few,

JESUS, gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow the aspiring Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage
Doth thy salvation flow;

'Tis not confin'd to sex or age, The lofty or the low.

3 While grace is offer'd to the prince, The poor may take their share; No mortal has a just pretence

To perish in despair.

4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,
Nor boast your native powers;
But to his sovereign grace submit,
And glory shall be yours.
Come, all ye vilest sinners, come,
He'll form your souls anew:
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.

6 His doctrine is almighty love;
There's virtue in his name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.

HYMN 117. L. M. Steele.
Castle Street, Quercy, Blendon.
Happy poverty; or, the poor in spirit blessed.

E humble souls, complain no more;

Let faith survey your future store; How happy, how divinely blest, The sacred words of truth attest. 2. When conscious grief laments sincere, And pours the penitential tear; Hope points to your dejected eyes, The bright reversion in the skies. In vain the sons of wealth and pride Despise your lot, your hopes deride; In vain they boast their little stores; Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours

A kingdom of immense delight, Where health and peace and joy unite; Where undeclining pleasures rise, And every wish hath full supplies.There shall your eyes with rapture view The glorious Friend, that died for you; That died to ransom, died to raise To crowns of joy and songs of praise,

HYMN 118. C. M. Brown. b
Bangor, Wantage.

Humbly pleading for mercy.
LORD, at thy feet we sinners lie,
And knock at mercy's door;
With heavy heart, and downcast eye,
Thy favour we ́implore..
2 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore;
O may thy bowels move!
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love..
30, for thy own, for Jesus' sake
Our many sins forgive!-

Thy grace our rocky hearts can break 16 All else, which we our treasure call, And breaking soon relieve. 4 Thus melt us down, our gracious Friend,

And make us thine alone: Nor let a rival more pretend To repossess thy throne.

HYMN 119. L. M. Enfield.
Carthage, Winchester.
Humility.

WHEREFORE should man, frail

child of clay,

Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a dayO why should mortal man be proud? 2 His brightest visions just appear, Then vanish, and no more are found; The stateliest pile his pride can rear A breath may level with the ground! 3 By doubt perplex'd, in error lost, With trembling step he seeks his way, How vain of wisdom's gifts the boast! Of reason's lamp how faint the ray 4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, Are crowded in life's little span: How ill, alas, does pride become That erring, guilty creature, man. 5 God of my life, Father divine! Give me a meek and lowly mind: In modest worth O let me shine, And peace in humble virtue find.

HYMN 120. L. M. Doddridge.

Old Hundred, Psalm Ninety-seventh.

Rejoicing in God. 1THE righteous Lord, supremely great, Maintains his universal state; O'er all the earth his power extends; All heaven before his footstool bends. 2 Yet justice still with power presides, And mercy all his empire guides: Mercy and truth are his delight, And saints are lovely in his sight. 3 No more, ye wise! your wisdom boast; No more, ye strong! your valour trust; No more, ye rich! survey your store,— Elate with heaps of shining ore. 4 Glory, ye saints, in this alone,That God, your God, to you is known: That you have own'd his sov'reign sway, That you have felt his cheering ray. 5 Our wisdom, wealth, and power we find

In one Jehovah all combin'd:
On him we fix our roving eyes,
And all our souls in raptures rise.

May in one fatal moment fall;
But what their happiness can move,
Whom God, the blessed, deigns to love?

HYMN 121. S. M. Doddridge. %
Dover, Pelham,

Now

Rejoicing in the ways of God.
WOW let our voices join
To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!

No lurking gins t' entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.

But flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring;

The Sun of glory gilds the path, And dear companions sing.

See Salem's golden spires In beauteous prospect rise; And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle through the skies.

5 All honour to his name,

Who marks the shining way, To him who leads the wanderers on To realms of endless day.

HYMN 122. L. M. Watts's Sermons.
Portugal, Shoel.

Justice and equity. BLESSED Redeemer! how divine,

How righteous is this rule of thine, "Never to deal with others worse "Than we would have them deal with

יי! us

This golden lesson, short and plain, Gives not the mind nor memory pain, And every conscience must approve This universal law of love.

3'Tis written in each mortal breast,

Where all our tenderest wishes rest; We draw it from our inmost veins, Where love to self resides and reigns. 4 Is reason ever at a loss?

Call in self-love to judge the cause; Let our own fondest passion show How we should treat our neighbour too, 5 How bless'd would every nation prove, Thus ruled by equity and love! All would be friends, without a foe, And form a paradise below.

HYMN 123. C.M. Watts's Sermons.bor 13 Upon your bounty's willing wings

Bedford, Bangor.

Justice and equity.
search our ways and see;

Swift let the great salvation fly;
The hungry feed, the naked clothe;
To pain and sickness help apply.

1COME,letussebre just and right? 4 Pity the weeping widow's wo,

Is the great rule of equity
Our practice and delight?
2 What we would have our neighbour do,
Have we still done the same?
From others ne'er withheld the due,
Which we from others claim?
3 Have we not, deaf to his request,
Turn'd from another's wo?
The scorn, which wrings the poor man's
Have we abhorr'd to show? [breast,
4 Do we, in all we sell or buy,
Integrity maintain ;

And knowing God is always nigh,
Renounce unrighteous gain?

5 Then may we raise our modest prayer
To God, the just and kind,
May humbly cast on him our care,
And hope his, grace to find.

And be her counsellor and stay
Adopt the fatherless, and smooth
To useful, happy life, his way.
5Let age, with want and weakness bow'd,
Your bowels of compassion move;
Let e'en your enemies be bless'd,-
Their hatred recompens'd with love.
6 When all is done, renounce your deeds,
Renounce self-righteousness with scorn;
Thus will you glorify your God,
And thus the Christian name adorn.

HYMN 126. 78. Taylor.
Bath-Abbey, Condolence, Hotham.

Love to God and man.
ATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd :

HYMN 124. L. M. Watts's Serm. b Musing in the silent grove,

Bath, German, Armley.
Justice and truth.

REAT God, thy holy law requires
To curb our covetous desires,
Forbids to plunder, steal or cheat,
To practise falsehood or deceit.
2 Thy Son hath set a pattern too,
He paid to God and men their due;
A dreadful debt he paid to God,
And bought our pardon with his blood.
3 Amazing justice! boundless love!
Do we not feel our passions move?
Do we not grieve that we have been
Faithless to God, or false to men?
4 If truth and justice once be gone,
And leave our faith and hope alone;
If honesty be banish'd hence,
Religion is a vain pretence.

HYMN 125. L. M. Rippon.
Paslm 97th, Blendon, China.

Liberality; or, the duty and pleasures

of benevolence.

Ο WHAT mercy shines 1

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye express'd;
Sympathy, at whose control,
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast:
3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wound, or feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store:
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.

HYMN 127. L. M. Watts's Lyrics. ☀

Dunstan, Castle Street, Leeds. Love to Christ, present or absen'. all joys

Around the Majesty of leaven: 'O Jesus, thy Joe we mortals know,

Rebels he deigns to call his sons,Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiven. 2 Go, imitate the grace divine

The grace that blazes like a sun;
Hold forth your fair, though feeble light,
Through all your lives lef mercy run!

Love, the best blessing here below,
The nearest image of the blest.
2 While we are held in thine embrace,
There's not a thought attempts to rove;
Each smile upon thy beauteous face
Fixes, and charms, and fires our leve

3 While of thy absence we complain, And long, or weep in all we do, There's a strange pleasure in the pain; And tears have their own sweetness too. 4 When round thy courts by day we rove, Or ask the watchmen of the night For some kind tidings of our love, Thy very name creates delight. 5 Jesus, our. God, yet rather come! Our eyes would dwell upon thy face; 'Tis best to see our Lord at home, And feel the presence of his grace.

HYMN 128. 7s. Newton.

1'TIS

Condolence, Hotham.

Lovest thou me. ?

IS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought-
Do I love the Lord, or no;
Am I his, or am I not.

2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3 [Could my heart so hard remain;
Prayer a task and burden prove;
Every trifle give me pain;
If I knew a Saviour's love?]
4 When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin;
Can I deem myself a child?
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?
6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?:

7 Lord, decide the doubtful case!
Thou, who art thy people's sun,,
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

8 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray!
If I have not loved before,.
Help me to begin` to-day.

2 Swect as the odorous balsam pour'd
On Aaron's sacred head,
Which o'er his beard, and down his vest
A breathing fragrance shed..
3 Like morning dews, on Sion's mount
That spread their silver rays;
And deck with gems the verdant pomp,
Which Hermon's top displays.
4 To such the Lord of life and love
His blessing shall extend;
On earth a life of joy and peace,
And life that ne'er shall end.

HYMN 130. S. M. Fawcett.

BLE

Dover, Watchman.

Love to the brethren.

LEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love' The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers:
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.

4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.

5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,
And sin, we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.

HYMN 131. S. M. Beddome.
Watchman, St. Thomas, Froome.
Christian love.

LET

ET party names no more The Christian world o'erspread; Gentile, and Jew, and bond and free, Are one in Christ their head.

2 Among the saints on earth
Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,
With mutual blessings crown'd.
Let envy, child of hell!
Be banish'd far away;

(dwell

Those should in strictest friendship Who the same Lord obey.

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