Morning poems
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Psalm 6
© Isaac Watts
In anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.
Psalm 50
© Isaac Watts
The Lord, the Sovereign, sends his summons forth,
Calls the south nations and awakes the north;
From east to west the sounding orders spread,
Through distant worlds and regions of the dead:
No more shall atheists mock his long delay;
His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!
Psalm 5
© Isaac Watts
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye;
Psalm 49
© Isaac Watts
Why do the proud insult the poor,
And boast the large estates they have?
How vain are riches to secure
Their haughty owners from the grave!
Psalm 30 part 1
© Isaac Watts
I Will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command diseases fly:
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
Psalm 19 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Behold, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;
His beams through all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
Psalm 19 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Behold, the lofty sky
Declares its Maker God,
And all his starry works on high
Proclaim his power abroad.
Psalm 143
© Isaac Watts
My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succor from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known!
Psalm 139 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through,
Thine eye commands with piercing view
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh with all their powers.
Psalm 136 Abridged
© Isaac Watts
Give to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Psalm 134
© Isaac Watts
Ye that obey th' immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his power,
And bless his wondrous grace.
Psalm 133
© Isaac Watts
Lo! what an entertaining sight
Are brethren that agree!
Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite
In bands of piety!
Psalm 130
© Isaac Watts
Out of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
Psalm 121
© Isaac Watts
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,
Th' eternal hills beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my soul derives;
There my Almighty refuge lives.
Psalm 110 part 1
© Isaac Watts
Thus the eternal Father spake
To Christ the Son: "Ascend and sit
At my right hand, till I shall make
Thy foes submissive at thy feet.
