Category Archives: Isaac Watts

poem – hymn 149

The offices of Christ. From several scriptures. Join all the names of love and power That ever men or angels bore, All are too mean to speak his worth, Or set lmmannel’s glory forth. But O what condescending ways He … Continue reading

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poem – psalm 45 part 2

Christ and his church. The King of saints, how fair his face, Adorned with majesty and grace! He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love. At his right hand our eyes behold The queen arrayed … Continue reading

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poem – psalm 91 part 1

v.1-7 L. M. Safety in public diseases and dangers. He that hath made his refuge God Shall find a most secure abode, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. Then will I … Continue reading

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poem – psalm 77 part 1

Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing. To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul … Continue reading

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poem – psalm 48 part 1

v.1-8 S. M. The church is the honor and safety of a nation. [Great is the Lord our God, And let his praise be great; He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat. These temples of his grace, … Continue reading

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poem – psalm 33 part 2

Creatures vain, and God all-sufficient. Blest is the nation where the Lord Hath fixed his gracious throne, Where he reveals his heav’nly word, And calls their tribes his own. His eye with infinite survey Does the whole world behold; He … Continue reading

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poem – psalm 129

Persecutors punished. Up from my youth, may Isr’el say, Have I been nursed in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of … Continue reading

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