VIRGINIA, PSALM 89

By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Music by Oliver Brownson

The full psalm appears in his brother's, Rev. Dr. John Henry Livingston's,
Psalm and Hymn Book of 1814, p.145-7.

With rev'rence let the saints appear,
And bow before the Lord;
His high commands with rev'rence hear,
And tremble at his word.

How terrible thy glories be!
How bright thine armies shine!
Where is the power that vies with thee,
Or truth compared to thine?

The northern pole and southern rest
On thy supporting hand;
Darkness and day, from east to west,
Move round at thy command.

Thy words the raging winds control,
And rule the boist'rous deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
The rolling billows sleep.

Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea, are thine,
And the dark world of hell;
How did thine arm in vengeance shine
When Egypt durst rebel! Justice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet wondrous is thy grace;
While truth and mercy, joined in one,
Invite us near thy face.

ST. MARTIN'S
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Music by Wiliam Tans'ur

Behold the glories of the Lamb
Amidst his Father's throne;
Prepare new honours for his name,
And songs before unknown.

Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweetest sound.

Those are the prayers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise:
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

Eternal Father, who shall look
Into thy secret will?
Who but the Son will take that book.
And open ev'ry seal?

He shall fulfill thy great decrees;
The Son deserves it well:
Lo, in his hand the sov'reign keys
Of heav'n, and death, and hell!

Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
Forever on thy head.

Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood;
Hast set the pris'ners free;
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath thy pow'r;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promis'd hour.

ST. MICHAEL'S, PSALM 149 ??
Lyrics by Brady and Tate

O Praise ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great assembly to sing:
In our great Creator let Israel rejoice;
And children of Zion be glad in their King.

Let them his great name extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp his praises express:
Who always takes pleasure his saints to advance,
And with his salvation the humble to bless.

With glory adorned, his people shall sing
To God, who their beds with safety does shield:
Their mouths filled with praises of him their great King;
Whilst a two-edged sword their tight hand shall wield;

Just vengeance to take for injuries past;
To punish those lands for ruin designed;
With chains, as their captives, to tie their kings fast,
With fetters of iron their nobles to bind.

Thus shall they make good, when them they destroy,
The dreadful decree which God does proclaim:
Such honor and triumph his saints shall enjoy,
O therefore for ever exalt his great name.