My God, Permit My Tongue

My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call Thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste Thy love divine.

My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy doth implore;
Not travelers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.

Within Thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel Thy quick’ning grace.

For life without Thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.

To Thee I’ll lift my hands,
And praise Thee while I live;
Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.

In wakeful hours at night
I call my God to mind;
I think how wise Thy counsels are,
And all Thy dealings kind.

Since thou hast been my help,
To Thee my spirit flies,
And on Thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

The shadow of Thy wings
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And He supports my steps.

-Isaac Watts, Psalm 63, The Psalms of David, 1719.

Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus)

Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!

Now your burden’s lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!

And like a newborn baby
Don’t be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall…so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!

O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can’t contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory’s side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!

-Chris Rice, 

In Anger, Lord, Rebuke Me Not

In anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.

My soul’s bow’d down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress’d;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consum’d with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for His mercy’s sake,
And heals our broken bones.

The virtue of His sov’reign Word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is He known in death.

-Isaac Watts, Psalm 6, The Psalms of David, 1719.

No Strength of Nature Can Suffice

No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright;
And what she has, she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.

How long beneath the Law I lay
In bondage and distress!
I toiled the precept to obey,
But toiled without success.

Then to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its power within,
I feel I hate it too.

Then all my servile works were done
A righteousness to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose His ways.

What shall I do was then the word,
That I may worthier grow?
What shall I render to the Lord?
Is my inquiry now.

To see the Law by Christ fulfilled,
And hear His pardoning voice;
Changes a slave into a child,
And duty into choice.

-William Cowper, Ol­ney Hymns (Lon­don: W. Ol­i­ver, 1779).

Join All the Glorious Names

Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore:
All are too mean to speak His worth,
To poor to set my Savior forth.

But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways,
Doth our Redeemer use
To teach his heav’nly grace!
Mine eyes with joy and wonder see
What forms of love He bears for me.

Arrayed in mortal flesh,
He like an angel stands,
And holds the promises
And pardons in His hands;
Commissioned from His Father’s throne
To make His grace to mortals known.

Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy Name,
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came,
The joyful news of sin forgiv’n
Of hell subdued, and peace with Heav’n.

Be Thou my Counsellor,
My Pattern, and my Guide,
And through this desert land
Still keep me near thy side:
Nor let my feet e’er run astray
Nor rove nor seek the crooked way.

I love my Shepherd’s voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand’ring soul among
The thousands of His sheep:
He feeds His flock, He calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.

To this dear Surety’s hand
Will I commit my cause;
He answers and fulfils
His Father’s broken laws:
Behold my soul at freedom set!
My Surety paid the dreadful debt.

Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone,
And now it pleads before the throne.

My Advocate appears
For my defense on high;
The Father bows his ears,
And lays his thunder by:
Not all that hell or sin can say
Shall turn his heart, his love away.

My dear almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King,
Thy scepter and Thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the power; behold I sit
In willing bonds beneath Thy feet.

Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.

Should all the hosts of death,
And powers of hell unknown,
Put their most dreadful forms
Of rage and mischief on,
I shall be safe, for Christ displays
Superior power, and guardian grace.

-Isaac Watts, Hymns and Sacred Songs, 1709.

God’s Cause

SOVEREIGN GOD,

Your cause, not my own, engages my heart,
and I appeal to You with greatest freedom
to set up Your kingdom in every place where Satan reigns;

Glorify Yourself and I shall rejoice,
for to bring honor to Your name in my sole desire.

I adore You that You are God,
and long that others should know it, feel it, and rejoice in it.

O that all men might love and praise You,
that You might have all glory from the intelligent world!

Let sinners be brought to You for Your dear name!

To the eye of reason everything respecting
the conversion of others is as dark as midnight,

But You can accomplish great things;
the cause is Yours,
and it is to Your glory that men should be saved.

Lord, use me as You will,
do with me what You will;
but, O, promote Your cause,
let Your kingdom come,
let Your blessed interest be advanced in this world!

O bring in great numbers to Jesus!
let me see that glorious day,
and give me to grasp for multitudes of souls;
let me be willing to die to that end;
and while I live let me labour for You
to the utmost of my strength,
spending time profitably in this work,
both in health and in weakness.

It is Your cause and kingdom I long for, not my own.
O, answer my request!

-Arthur Bennett, ed. The Valley of Vision, 320. (language modernized)

From All That Dwell Below the Skies

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.

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends Thy Word.
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns rise and set no more.

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.

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, Psalm 117, The Psalms of Da­vid, 1719; stan­za 3, anon­y­mous; stanza 4, Ro­bert Spence, Pock­et Hymn Book, 1780.

Who Shall Ascend Thy Heavenly Place?

Who shall ascend Thy heav’nly place,
Great God, and dwell before Thy face?
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below.

Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbor wrong.

Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vents it to his neighbor’s hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honored in his eyes.

Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good;
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.

He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold;
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.

He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face
And doth to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.

Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone:
This is the man Thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with Thee.

-Isaac Watts, Psalm 15, The Psalms of David, 1719.

Acquired In Heaven (feat. Josh White)

Acquired In Heaven (feat. Josh White)

On that day we will sing of the Name more excellent than angels
A purified bride
Refined heart, speech and mind
Where unity and fellowship is perfected in the church
Where divine love rests in the hearts of the inhabitants of the new earth
And receive a crown
only to cast it down
At the feet of the resurrected Jesus
In a perfect ceaseless
form of worship. Singing
Glory!
To the liberating King who came not to conquer kingdoms
But conquer hearts and restore
Men back to what they were intended for
And escape from this life marked by anguish
A great fountain of love that flows from heaven’s gates awaits us
You can take this world it’s joys, and it’s fleeting pleasures
But give us Jesus, our future hope and our greatest treasure
The fulfillment of our expectation
With nothing to separate us
Nothing to hinder the saints
From the greatest expression of adoration
Finally fit with language to describe
With the right words to express
The richness of eternal possession
The blessing of inheritance
Where God will be seen through purified eyes
Purged from the sin that blinded us from viewing God as glorified
Where love will be expressed with the perfect affection
Until then, we wait with expectation
For all that we will acquire
In heaven

Lord
You did everything required to save us and bring us
Into Your presence so to know You and behold You is our hearts desire
There is nothing higher
Nothing greater to acquire
Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the song of the choir
Your people sing Your praises gathered from all the nations
We were chosen to be holy and blameless before the earth’s foundation
And it’s only on the basis of Your glorious grace
And we will never grow tired of gazing upon Your face
And falling before Your feet worshipping at Your throne
Your appearance is like carnelian and precious gemstones
Like nothing we’ve ever seen
Your glory never fades
The lamb of God who was slain
to wash away sins stain
We were ransomed by Your blood
Your loss was our gain
And You live forevermore
Lord
Forever You will reign
The King of all Kings
Name above every Name
And everyone who trusts in You will not be put to shame

O Jesus, King most wonderful
Thou Conqueror renowned
Thou Sweetness most ineffable
In whom all joys are found!

O Jesus, Light of all below
Thou Fount of life and fire
Surpassing all the joys we know
And all we can desire–

May every heart confess Thy name
And ever Thee adore
And, seeking Thee, itself inflame
To seek Thee more and more!

-Beautiful Eulogy, Instruments of Mercy released by Humble Beast

Ye Sons of Men, A Feeble Race

Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling place,
And try and trust His care.

No ill shall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,
’Twill raise His saints on high.

He’ll give His angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.

Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall
And dash against the stones:
Are they not servants at His call,
And sent t’attend His sons?

Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter’s wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpent’s head
Puts him beneath your feet.

“Because on Me they set their love,
I’ll save them,” saith the Lord;
“I’ll bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.

“My grace shall answer when they call,
In trouble I’ll be nigh;
My power shall help them when they fall,
And raise them when they die.

“They that on earth My Name have known
I’ll honor them in Heav’n;
There My salvation shall be shown,
And endless live be giv’n.”

-Isaac Watts, Psalm 91, The Psalms of David, 1719.