2. And, in every grace complete, Make us, Lord, for glory meet; Till we stand before Thy sight, Partners with the saints in light.
1. ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, All ye lands, your voices raise; Heaven and earth with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, forever praise. 2. For His truth and mercy stand, Past and present and to be, Like the years of His right hand, Like His own eternity.
3. Praise Him, ye who know His love, Praise Him from the depths beneath; Praise Him in the heights above; Praise your Maker, all that breathe.
1. BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise the Almighty name;
Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2. Thou heaven of heavens, His vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God; Ye thunders, speak His power; Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing, In triumph rides th' eternal King; Th' astonished worlds adore.
3. Ye deeps, with roaring billows, rise To join the thunders of the skies; Praise Him who bids you roll; His praise in softer notes declare, Each whispering breeze of yielding air, And breathe it to the soul.
1. I SING of God, the mighty source Of all things, the stupendous force On which all things depend;
From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes, All period, power, and enterprise Commence, and reign, and end.
2. The world, the clustering spheres, He made, The glorious light, the soothing shade; Dale, plain, and grove and hill;
The multitudinous abyss,
Where nature joys in secret bliss, And wisdom hides her skill.
3. Tell them, I AM, Jehovah said To Moses, while earth heard in dread, And, smitten to the heart,
At once above, beneath, around, All nature, without voice or sound, Replied, O Lord, THOU ART! ·
1. SINCE o'er Thy footstool here below Such radiant gems are strown, O, what magnificence must glow, Great God, about Thy throne! So brilliant here these drops of light- There the full ocean rolls, how bright! 2. If night's blue curtain of the sky- With thousand stars inwrought, Hung like a royal canopy
With glittering diamonds fraught- Be, Lord, Thy temple's outer vail, What splendor at the shrine must dwell! 3. The dazzling sun at noonday hour- Forth from his flaming vase Flinging o'er earth the golden shower Till vale and mountain blaze-
But shows, O Lord, one beam of Thine, "What, then, the day where Thou dost shine.
4. O, how shall these dim eyes endure That noon of living rays!
Or how our spirits, so impure, Upon Thy glory gaze!
Anoint, O Lord, anoint our sight, And fit us for that world of light.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God, whom Heaven's, triumphant host And saints on earth adore;
Be glory as in ages past,
As now it is, and so shall last, When time shall be no more.
1. PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir That fill the realms above;
Sing, for He formed you of His fire, And feeds you with His love.
2. Thou restless globe of golden light, Whose beams create our days, Join with the silver queen of night, To own your borrowed rays.
3. Thunder, and hail, and fires, and storms, The troops of His command, Appear in all your dreadful forms, And speak His awful hand.
4. Winds, ye shall bear His name aloud Through the ethereal blue;
For, when His chariot is a cloud, He makes His wheels of you.
5. Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas, In your eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound His praise, And shore reply to shore.
6. Thus, while the meaner creatures sing, Ye mortals take the sound; Echo the glories of your King Through all the nations round.
1. GOD, in the high and holy place, Looks down upon the spheres; Yet, in his providence and grace, To every eye appears.
2. He bows the heavens; the mountains stand A highway for our God;
He walks amid the desert land; 'Tis Eden where He trod.
3. The forests in His strength rejoice; Hark! on the evening breeze, As once of old, Jehovah's voice Is heard among the trees.
4. If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found!
1. My soul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.
2. High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his
Our highest thoughts exceed.
3. His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love
Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove.
4. The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel: He knows our feeble frame.
5. 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.
6. But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.
1. ALMIGHTY Maker, God!
How wondrous is Thy name! Thy glories how diffused abroad Through the creation's frame! 2. The lark mounts up the sky With unambitious song,
And bears her Maker's praise on high Upon her artless tongue.
3. My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too;
Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due.
4. And yet the songs I frame
Are faithless to Thy cause,
And steal the honors of Thy name To build their own applause.
5. Create my soul anew,
Else all my worship's vain;
This wretched heart will ne'er be true
Until 'tis formed again.
1. STAND up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of His choice; Stand up, and bless the Lord With heart, and soul, and voice.
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