GOD of my life, through all my days
My grateful powers shall sound
thy praise;
My song shall wake with opening light,
And cheer the dark and silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my
rest,
[breast,
And griefs would tear my throbbing
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall
break,

And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 4 But O when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chained to earth no more, With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies!

5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo through the heavenly

plains;

And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round the throne. 6 The cheerful tribute will I give,

Long as a deathless soul shall live:
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands and crowns eternity.

Awake, my voice, and sing

The mighty works, or mightier name, Of our eternal King.

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad; Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God.

1 THERE is a book who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts;
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

2 The works of God, above, below,
Within us, and around,
Are pages in that book, to show
How God himself is found.

3 Two worlds are ours; 'tis only sin
Forbids us to descry

The mystic heaven and earth within,
Plain as the sea and sky.

4 Thou who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out thee,
And read thee everywhere.

“All Thy works praise Thee, O Lord." 663 THE strain upraise of joy and praise,

To the glory of their King
Shall the ransomed people sing

Alleluia.

Alleluia.

Ye clouds that onward sweep,
Ye winds on pinions light,
Ye thunders, echoing loud and deep,
Ye lightnings wildly bright,

In sweet consent unite your Alleluia.
Ye floods and ocean billows,
Ye storms and winter snow,
Ye days of cloudless beauty,
Hoar frost and summer glow,
Ye groves that wave in spring,
And glorious forests, sing Alleluia.
First let the birds with painted plumage
gay,

Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say Alleluia.

Then let the beasts of earth, with varying strain,

Join in creation's hymn, and cry again Alleluia.

Here let the mountains thunder forth sonorous Alleluia.

There let the valleys sing in gentler chorus Alleluia.

Thou jubilant abyss of ocean, cry

Alleluia. Ye tracts of earth and continents, reply Alleluia.

To God, who all creation made,
The frequent hymn be duly paid:
Alleluia.

This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord Almighty loves: Alleluia. This is the song, the heavenly song, that

Christ the King approves: Alleluia. Wherefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking, Alleluia.

And children's voices echo, answer making, Alleluia.

Now from all men be out-poured
Alleluia to the Lord;

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before thy throne of grace;
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race!

3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

4 O spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace!

5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God,
And portion evermore.

GOD of GOD, in whom combine The heights and depths of love divine,

With thankful hearts to thee we sing! To thee our longing souls aspire, In fervent flames of strong desire; Come, and thy sacred unction bring.

2 All things in earth, and air, and sea, Exist, and live, and move in thee;

All nature trembles at thy voice: With awe even we thy children prove Thy power: 0 let us taste thy love! So evermore shall we rejoice.

3 O powerful Love, to thee we bow; Object of all our wishes thou,

Our hearts are naked to thine eye; To thee, who from the eternal throne Cam'st emptied of thy glory down,

For us to groan, to bleed, to die.

4 Grace we implore; when billows roll, Grace is the anchor of the soul;

Grace every sickness knows to heal; Grace can subdue each fond desire, And patience in all pain inspire,

Howe'er rebellious nature swell. 5 O Love, our stubborn will subdue, Create our ruined frame anew,

Dispel our darkness by thy light;
Into all truth our spirit guide,
And from our eyes for ever hide

All things displeasing in thy sight. 6 Be heaven, even now, our soul's abode, Hid be our life with Christ in God,

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Our spirit, Lord, be one with thine; Let all our works in thee be wrought, And filled with thee be all our thought, Till in us thy full likeness shine.

ERE God had built the mountains,

Or raised the fruitful hills;
Before he filled the fountains

That feed the running rills;
In me, from everlasting,

The wonderful I AM
Found pleasures never wasting;
And Wisdom is my name.

2 When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of ocean's mighty flood,

He wrought by weight and measure;
And I was with him then:
Myself the Father's pleasure,

And mine, the sons of men.