Nature poems
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Psalm 114
© Isaac Watts
When Isr'el, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their King, and Judah was his throne.
Psalm 113
© Isaac Watts
Ye that delight to serve the Lord,
The honors of his name record,
His sacred name for ever bless;
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
Let lands and seas his power confess.
Psalm 112
© Isaac Watts
That man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law:
His seed on earth shall be renowned;
His house the seat of wealth shall be,
An inexhausted treasury,
And with successive honors crowned.
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 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
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God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people.
Hymn 98
© Isaac Watts
How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise!
Hymn 97
© Isaac Watts
Buried in shadows of the night
We lie till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
Hymn 96
© Isaac Watts
But few among the carnal wise,
But few of noble race,
Obtain the favor of thine eyes,
Almighty King of Grace.
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 90
© Isaac Watts
Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise,
And through all nature rove
Fulfil the wishes of their eyes,
And taste the joys they love.
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 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 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 43
© Isaac Watts
Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!
Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays
Tell the loud wonders he hath done.
Hymn 42
© Isaac Watts
Adore and tremble, for our God
Is a consuming fire!
His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.
Hymn 39
© Isaac Watts
Now shall my inward joys arise,
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
Hymn 38 part 1
© Isaac Watts
How is our nature spoiled by sin!
Yet nature ne'er hath found
The way to make the conscience clean,
Or heal the painful wound.
Hymn 36
© Isaac Watts
O 'tis a lovely thing to see
A man of prudent heart,
Whose thoughts, and lips, and life agree
To act a useful part.
