Victory over death. 1 Cor. 15:55ff O for an overcoming faith To cheer my dying hours; To triumph o’er the monster Death, And all his frightful powers! Joyful with all the strength I have
Moses and Christ; or, Sins against the law and gospel. John 1:17; Heb. 3:3,5,6; 10:28,29. The law by Moses came, But peace, and truth, and love, Were brought by Christ, a nobler name, Descending
God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid! Let mountains from their seats be hurled Down to
God’s wonders of creation, providence, redemption, and salvation. Give to our God immortal praise; Mercy and truth are all his ways: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. Give
v.1-5 L. M. Praise to God; or, Communion with saints. To God, the great, the ever-blest, Let songs of honor be addressed; His mercy firm for ever stands Give him the thanks his love
Christ’s humiliation and exaltation. Rev. 5:12. What equal honors shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to thy name? Worthy
The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel. Now be my heart inspired to sing The glories of my Savior King, Jesus the Lord; how heav’nly fair His form! how bright his beauties
v.1-15 C. M. The cure of envy, fretfulness, and unbelief. Why should I vex my soul, and fret To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners waxing great By violence and lies? As flowery
Hezekiah’s song; or, Sickness and recovery. Isa. 38:9ff. When we are raised from deep distress, Our God deserves a song; We take the pattern of our praise From Hezekiah’s tongue. The gates of the
Love and hatred. Phil. 2:2; Eph. 4:30,etc. Now by the bowels of my God, His sharp distress, his sore complaints, By his last groans, his dying blood, I charge my soul to love the
v.1-8,5,17 C. M. A song of deliverance from great distress. I waited patient for the Lord, He bowed to hear my cry; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. He
v.16,21,26-31 C. M. Charity to the poor. Why do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just Excels the sinner’s gold. The wicked borrows of his friends, But
Election excludes boasting. 1 Cor. 1:26-31. But few among the carnal wise, But few of noble race, Obtain the favor of thine eyes, Almighty King of Grace. He takes the men of meanest name
Christ’s sufferings and glory. Now for a tune of lofty praise To great Jehovah’s equal Son! Awake, my voice, in heav’nly lays Tell the loud wonders he hath done. Sing how he left the
Christ the wisdom of God. Prov. 8:1,22-32. Shall Wisdom cry aloud, And not her speech be heard? The voice of God’s eternal Word, Deserves it no regard? “I was his chief delight, His everlasting