All Poems
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Psalm 107 part 4
© Isaac Watts
Would you behold the works of God,
His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas.
Psalm 107 part 3
© Isaac Watts
Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent,
Prepares for his own punishment;
What pains, what loathsome maladies,
From luxury and lust arise!
Psalm 107 part 2
© Isaac Watts
From age to age exalt his name;
God and his grace are still the same;
He fills the hungry soul with food,
And feeds the poor with every good.
Psalm 107 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Give thanks to God; he reigns above;
Kind are his thoughts, his name is Love;
His mercy ages past have known,
And ages long to come shall own.
Psalm 107 last part
© Isaac Watts
When God, provoked with daring crimes,
Scourges the madness of the times,
He turns their fields to barren sand,
And dries the rivers from the land.
Psalm 106 part 2
© Isaac Watts
v.7,8,12ff
S. M.
Israel punished and pardoned; or, God's unchangeable love.
PSALM 105 Abridged
© Isaac Watts
Give thanks to God, invoke his name,
And tell the world his grace;
Sound through the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.
Psalm 104
© Isaac Watts
My soul, thy great Creator praise:
When clothed in his celestial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears.
Psalm 103 part 2
© Isaac Watts
v.8-18
L. M.
God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people.
Psalm 101
© Isaac Watts
Mercy and judgment are my song;
And since they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I bring.
Psalm 100
© Isaac Watts
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.
Praise for Creation and Providence
© Isaac Watts
I sing the mighty power of God,
that made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
and built the lofty skies.
Hymn 99
© Isaac Watts
Vain are the hopes that rebels place
Upon their birth and blood,
Descended from a pious race;
Their fathers now with God.
Hymn 98
© Isaac Watts
How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise!
