The Lord, the Judge, before his throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
The nations near the ris
The Lord, the Judge, before his throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
The nations near the ris
Psalm 49 Poetry by Isaac Watts Pride and Death; or, The Vanity of Life and Riches Ye sons of pride, that hate the justAnd trample on the poor,When death has brought you down to dust,Your pomp shall rise no more. The last great day shall […]
“The poor are in danger from undue desire toward the wealth of the world, as rich people from undue delight in it. “
With joy thy people stand
On Zion’s chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.
Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised
In the city of our God,
In His holy mountain.
Lord, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days.
We have heard with our ears, O God,
Our fathers have told us,
The deeds You did in their days,
In days of old
Thy light and truth shall guide me still,
Thy Word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to Thine heav’nly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy
The best saints see themselves undone, unless continually preserved by the grace of God
The wondering world shall learn Thy grace, Thy wisdom, and Thy righteousness
My God, the steps of pious men
Are ordered by Thy will;
Though they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hand supports them still.