RAINBOW
PSALM 65
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal power;
The sea grows calm at thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.

Thy morning light and ev'ning shade
Successive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flowers adorn the spring.

Seasons and times, and moons and hours,
Heav'n, earth, and air, are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful showers,
The Author is divine.

Those wand'ring cisterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around,
With wat'ry treasures well supply
The furrows of the ground.

The thirsty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
The ways abound with blessings still,
'Thy goodness crowns the year.

WORTHINGTON
By Charles Wesley

THEE we adore, eternal name!
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!

Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

The year roll round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We are travelling to the grave.

Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

Great God! on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things;
The eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!

Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Depends on every breath;
And yet how unconcerned we go
Upon the brink of death!

Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road!
And if our souls be hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

BROOKFIELD
By Dr. Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

My crimes are great, but not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.

My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.

Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.

Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

Cyberhymnal LM midi arrangement of Brookfield

SHERBORNE
by Nahum Tate (1652- 1715)

While shepherds watch their flocks by night
All seated on the ground
All seated on the ground
The angel of the Lord came down
And glory shone around
And glory shone around
And glory shone around

'Fear not' said He, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind
Had seized their troubled mind
'Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind
To you and all mankind
To you and all mankind
To you and all mankind'

'To you in David's town this day
Is born of David's line
Is born of David's line
A Saviour who is Christ the Lord
And this shall be a sign
And this shall be a sign
And this shall be a sign
And this shall be a sign'

While shepherds watch their flocks by night
All seated on the ground
All seated on the ground
The angel of the Lord came down
And glory shone around
And glory shone around
And glory shone around