Hymns
| Hymn Title | Author | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| When I Survey the Wondrous Cross | Isaac Watts | Most famous Puritan-influenced hymn |
| Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed | Isaac Watts | Reflects Reformed soteriology |
| Come, Let Us Join Our Cheerful Songs | Isaac Watts | Heaven-focused praise |
| The Bay Psalm Book (entire book) | Various Puritans | First American hymnal |
| Who Would True Valour See | John Bunyan | From The Pilgrim’s Progress |
| How Shall I Sing That Majesty? | John Mason | More poetic, still used |
| Poems (e.g., “Contemplations”) | Anne Bradstreet | Devotional poetry, sometimes sung |
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sov’reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
’Tis all that I can do.
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
“Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“To be exalted thus!”
“Worthy the Lamb,” our hearts reply,
“For He was slain for us!”
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and pow’r divine;
And blessings more than we can give
Be, Lord, forever Thine.
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air and earth and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise!
The whole creation joins in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
