I Praise the Lord! his glories show,
Saints within his courts below,
Angels round his throne above,

All that see and share his love; Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth Tell his wonders, sing his worth; Age to age and shore to shore

Praise him, praise him evermore.

2 Praise the Lord! his mercies trace; Praise his providence and grace: All that he for man hath done,

All he sends us through his Son. Strings and voices, hands and hearts.

In the concert bear your parts;
All that breathe your Lord adore,
Praise him, praise him evermore.

Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1793

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I Light of life, seraphic fire,

Love divine, thyself impart;
Every fainting soul inspire;

Enter every drooping heart:
Every mournful spirit cheer;
Scatter all our doubt and gloom;
Father, in thy grace appear,
To thy human temples come!

2 Come, in this accepted hour,

Bring thy heavenly kingdom in;
Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing more can we require,

We can rest in nothing less;
Be thou all our hearts' desire,
All our joy and all our peace.

Rev. Charles Wesley, 1708