Seasons and times obey his voice;
The ev’ning and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flower

Seasons and times obey his voice;
The ev’ning and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flower
The praise of Zion waits for thee,
My God, and praise becomes thy house;
There shall thy saints thy glory see,
And there perform their public vows.
Psalm 60 Poem by Isaac Watts Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?Must we for ever mourn?Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?Shall mercy ne’er return? The terror of one frown of thineMelts all our strength away;Like men that totter drunk with wine,We tremble in dismay. Great […]
Have ye forgot, or never knew,
That God will judge the judges too?
My God in whom are all the springs,
Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
is all the sacrifice I bring;
the God of grace will ne’er despise
a broken heart for sacrifice.
LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.
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 […]
Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honor raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die
With joy thy people stand
On Zion’s chosen hill,
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand,
And counsels of thy will.