Trust poems
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Psalm 14 part 2
© Isaac Watts
Are sinners now so senseless grown
That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?
Psalm 135
© Isaac Watts
Awake, ye saints; to praise your King,
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
Psalm 131
© Isaac Watts
Is there ambition in my heart?.
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.
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 13
© Isaac Watts
How long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain?
Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray, and be denied?
Psalm 12
© Isaac Watts
Lord, if thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will fly away;
A faithful man amongst us here
Will scarce be found, if thou delay.
Psalm 119 part 3
© Isaac Watts
Thou art my portion, O my God;
Soon as I know thy way,
My heart makes haste t' obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.
Psalm 119 part 17
© Isaac Watts
When pain and anguish seize me, Lord,
All my support is from thy word:
My soul dissolves for heaviness;
Uphold me with thy strength'ning grace.
Psalm 119 part 10
© Isaac Watts
Behold thy waiting servant, Lord,
Devoted to thy fear;
Remember and confirm thy word,
For all my hopes are there.
Psalm 116 part 1
© Isaac Watts
I love the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.
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.
Hymn 94
© Isaac Watts
Vain are the hopes the sons of men
On their own works have built;
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions guilt.
Hymn 85
© Isaac Watts
The Lord on high proclaims
His Godhead from his throne:
"Mercy and justice are the names
By which I will be known.
Hymn 83
© Isaac Watts
Not from the dust affliction grows,
Nor troubles rise by chance;
Yet we are born to cares and woes;
A sad inheritance!
Hymn 82
© Isaac Watts
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
Contend with their Creator God?
Shall mortal worms presume to be
More holy, wise, or just than he?
Hymn 60
© Isaac Watts
Our souls shall magnify the Lord,
In God the Savior we rejoice:
While we repeat the Virgin's song,
May the same Spirit tune our voice!
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.
