Poems begining by H
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Hymn 6
© Isaac Watts
Great God, I own thy sentence just,
And nature must decay;
I yield my body to the dust,
To dwell with fellow clay.
Hymn 59
© Isaac Watts
In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone
Lies, a fair type of Babylon:
"Prophets, rejoice, and all ye saints,
God shall avenge your long complaints."
Hymn 58
© Isaac Watts
Let mortal tongues attempt to sing
The wars of heav'n, when Michael stood
Chief general of th' Eternal King,
And fought the battles of our God.
Hymn 57
© Isaac Watts
Backward with humble shame we look
On our original;
How is our nature dashed and broke
In our first father's fall!
Hymn 56
© Isaac Watts
We sing the glories of thy love,
We sound thy dreadful name;
The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.
Hymn 55
© Isaac Watts
When we are raised from deep distress,
Our God deserves a song;
We take the pattern of our praise
From Hezekiah's tongue.
Hymn 54
© Isaac Watts
Jesus, we bless thy Father's name;
Thy God and ours are both the same;
What heav'nly blessings from his throne
Flow down to sinners through his Son!
Hymn 53
© Isaac Watts
God, who in various methods told
His mind and will to saints of old,
Sent down his Son, with truth and grace,
To teach us in these latter days.
Hymn 52
© Isaac Watts
'Twas the commission of our Lord,
"Go teach the nations, and baptize:"
The nations have received the word
Since he ascended to the skies.
Hymn 51
© Isaac Watts
To God the only wise,
Our Savior and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.
Hymn 50
© Isaac Watts
Now be the God of Isr'el blessed,
Who makes his truth appear;
His mighty hand fulfils his word,
And all the oaths he sware.
Hymn 5
© Isaac Watts
Naked as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.
Hymn 49
© Isaac Watts
How strong thine arm is, mighty God!
Who would not fear thy name?
Jesus, how sweet thy graces are!
Who would not love the Lamb?
Hymn 48
© Isaac Watts
Awake, our souls; away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought begone;
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
Hymn 47
© Isaac Watts
Must friends and kindred droop and die,
And helpers be withdrawn?
While sorrow with a weeping eye
Counts up our comforts gone?
Hymn 46 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Awake, my zeal; awake, my love,
To serve my Savior here below,
In works which perfect saints above
And holy angels cannot do.
Hymn 46 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Father, how wide thy glories shine!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousand through the skies.
Hymn 46
© Isaac Watts
Up to the Lord, that reigns on high,
And views the nations from afar,
Let everlasting praises fly,
And tell how large his bounties are.
Hymn 45
© Isaac Watts
See where the great incarnate God
Fills a majestic throne;
While from the skies his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.
Hymn 44 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Ane is this life prolonged to me?
Are days and seasons giv'n?
O let me, then, prepare to be
A fitter heir of heav'n.
