1 GOD of my life, through all its days My grateful tongue shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with dawning light, And warble to the silent night.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And grief would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all my powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean those thanks I cannot speak.
4 But when the final conflict 's o'er, My spirit chained to flesh no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies!
5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains Which echo o'er the heavenly plains, And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy throne.
6 This cheerful tribute will I give Long as a deathless soul can live: A work so vast, a theme so high, Demands a whole eternity.
1 My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows an endless stream; Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe.
4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine.
Let every realm with joy proclaim The sound and honor of thy name.
5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise, And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue.
6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds! Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds. Vast and unsearchable thy ways: Vast and immortal be thy praise.
Praise in the Sanctuary. Ps. 135.
ye the Lord-exalt his name,
While in his holy courts ye wait, Ye saints that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate.
2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good;- To praise his name is sweet employ : Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.
3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th' almighty God.' 5 Bless ye the Lord who taste his love; People and priests, exalt his name. Among his saints he ever dwells: His church is his Jerusalem,
Praise for Saving Love. Ps. 150.
1 IN God's own house pronounce his praise:
His grace he there reveals;
To heaven your joy and wonder raise, For there his glory dwells.
2 Let all your sacred passions move While you rehearse his deeds: But the great work of saving love Your highest praise exceeds.
3 All that have motion, life, and breath, Proclaim your Maker blest;
Yet, when my voice expires in death, My soul shall praise him best.
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The Same. Ps. 150.
1 PRAISE ye Jehovah's name; Praise through his courts proclaim; Rise and adore ;-
High o'er the heavens above Sound his great acts of love, While his rich grace we prove, Vast as his power.
2 Now let the trumpet raise Sounds of triumphant praise, Wide as his fame;
There let the harp be found; Organs, with solemn sound, Roll your deep notes around, Filled with his name.
3 While his high praise ye sing, Shake every sounding string: Sweet the accord!
He vital breath bestows: Let every breath that flows His noblest fame disclose- Praise ye the Lord.
Praise to God and the Lamb.
1 MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee May not mortals speak thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels, Thou art every creature's theme. Hallelujah, &c.
2 Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation Be thy just and awful praise. Hallelujah, &c.
3 For the grandeur of thy nature- Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For created works of power-
Works with skill and kindness wrought; Hallelujah, &c.
4 For thy providence that governs Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow Blessed be thy gentle reign. Hallelujah, &c.
5 Brightness of the Father's glory! Shall thy praise unuttered lie? Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die. Hallelujah, &c. Amen.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord, around whose throne All heaven in ceaseless worship waits, Whose glory fills the worlds unknown- Praise ye the Lord from Zion's gates. 2 With mingling souls and voices join ; To him the swelling anthem raise; Repeat his name with joy divine, And fill the temple with his praise. 3 All-gracious God, to thee we owe Each joy and blessing time affords, - Light, life, and health, and all below, Spring from thy presence, Lord of lords.
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