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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