To God be glory, peace on earth,
To all mankind good will!
We bless, we praise, we worship Thee,
And glorify Thee still.
2. And thanks for Thy great glory give,
That fills our soul with light,
O Lord, our heavenly King, the God
And Father of all might!
3. And Thou, begotten Son of God,
Before all time begun;
O Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God,
The Father’s only Son:
4. Have mercy, Thou, that tak’st the sins
Of all the world away!
Have mercy, Savior of mankind,
And hear us when we pray!
5. O Thou, who sitt’st at God’s right hand,
Upon the Father’s throne,
Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ,
Who art the Holy One!
6. Thou only, with the Holy Ghost,
Whom earth and heaven adore,
In glory of the Father art
Most high forevermore.

Supplement to Tate and Brady, 1700, a.

75

C. M.

Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2. Of His deliverance I will boast
Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take
And charm their griefs to rest.
3. O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His name!
When in distress on Him I called,
He to my rescue came.
4. The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.
5. O make but trial of His love!
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.
6. Fear Him, ye Christians, you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you His service your delight,
Your wants shall be His care.

Ps. 34. Tate and Brady, 1698, a.

76

S. M.

O bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join
And aid my tongue to bless His name,
Whose favors are divine.
2. O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let His mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness
And without praises die.
3. ’Tis He forgives thy sins;
’Tis He relieves thy pain;
’Tis He that heals thy sicknesses
And gives thee strength again.
4. He crowns thy life with love
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from death
Hath sovereign power to save.
5. He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath judgments for the proud
And justice for th’ opprest.
6. His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known,
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His beloved Son.

Ps. 103. Isaac Watts, 1719, a.

77

S. M.

My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2. God will not always chide;
And when His wrath is felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes
And lighter than our guilt.
3. High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
4. His grace subdues our sins;
And His forgiving love
Far as the east is from the west
Doth all our guilt remove.
5. The pity of the Lord
To those who fear His name
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
6. Our days are as the grass
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
7. But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

Ps. 103. Isaac Watts, 1719.

78

L. M.

Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create and He destroy.
2. His sov’reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.
3. We are His people, we His care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame.
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy name?
4. We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
5. Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Isaac Watts, 1719, a.

79

L. M.

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.
2. Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends Thy Word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
3. Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring;
In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim
And shout for joy the Savior’s name.
4. In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise
And fill the world with loudest praise.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

80

8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7

The Lord hath helped me hitherto
By His surpassing favor;
His mercies ev’ry morn were new,
His kindness did not waver.
God hitherto hath been my Guide,
Hath pleasures hitherto supplied,
And hitherto hath helped me.
2. I praise and thank Thee, Lord, my God,
For Thine abundant blessing,
Which heretofore Thou hast bestowed
And I am still possessing.
Inscribe this on my memory:
The Lord hath done great things for me
And graciously hath helped me.
3. Help me in future, God of grace,
Help me on each occasion,
Help me in each and ev’ry place,
Help me through Jesus’ Passion;
Help me in life and death, O God,
Help me through Jesus’ dying blood,
Help me as Thou hast helped me!

Emilia Juliana, Countess of Schwarzburg, † 1706; A. Crull, tr., 1882.