1. Great God! how infinite art thou! What worth-less worms are we!
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made: Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears- Great God! there's nothing new.
4 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares; While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturbed affairs.
5 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee.
1 I SING th' almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled, the earth with food; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord! how thy wonders are displayed Where'er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky!
5 There's not a plant or flower below But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow. By order from thy throne.
6 Creatures that borrow life from thee Are subject to thy care; There's not a place where we can flee But God is present there.
2 Immortal glory forms his throne, And light his awful robe; While with a smile, or with a frown, He manages the globe.
3 A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas; Build the vast empires of the earth, Or break them as he please. 4 On angels, with unvailed face
His glory beams above;
On men, he looks with softest grace, And takes his title, Love.
1 HOLY and reverend is the name Of our eternal King; Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry; Thrice holy let us sing.
2 The deepest reverence of the mind, Pay, O my soul! to God: Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.
3 With sacred awe pronounce his name Whom words nor thoughts can reach ; A broken heart shall please him more Than the best forms of speech. 4 Thou holy God! preserve our souls From all pollution free; The pure in heart are thy delight, And they thy face shall see.
1 GREAT Ruler of all nature's frame! We own thy power divine; We hear thy breath in every storm, For all the winds are thine.
2 Wide as they sweep their sounding way, They work thy sovereign will; And, awed by thy majestic voice, Confusion shall be still.
3 Thy mercy tempers every blast To them that seek thy face, And mingles with the tempest's roar The whispers of thy grace.
4 Those gentle whispers let me hear, Till all the tumult cease; And gales of paradise shall lull My weary soul to peace.
2 "Fear not," said he,-for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind,"Glad tidings of great joy I bring, To you and all mankind.
3 "To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line,
The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign;-
4 "The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed,
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid."
5 Thus spake the seraph-and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song:6" All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease!
3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, Nor therns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love.
1 AWAKE, awake the sacred song To our incarnate Lord!
Let every heart and every tongue Adore th' eternal Word.
2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power. By whom the worlds were made- Oh happy morn! ilustrious hour!- Was once in flesh arrayed!
3 Then shone almighty power and love, In all their glorious foras, When Jesus left his throne above, To dwell with sinful worras.
4 Adoring angels tuned their songs To hail the joyful day;
With rapture then let mortal tongues Their grateful worship pay.
5 What glory, Lord, to thee is due! With wonder we adore; But could we sing as angels do, Our highest praise were poor.
1. Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung
At our Re- deem er's birth; Mor-tals, a
wake; let every tongue Proclaim his match-less worth, Proclaim his match-less worth.
1 ANGELS rejoiced and sweetly sung At our Redeemer's birth; Mortals! awake; let every tongue Proclaim his matchless worth.
2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, And sent his only Son
To take a servant's form, and die, For evils we had done!
3 Good-will to men; ye fallen race! Arise, and shout for joy;
He comes, with rich, abounding grace To save, and not destroy.
4 Lord! send the gracious tidings forth, And fill the world with light, That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, May know thy saving might.
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And, with the treasures of his grace, Enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim, And heaven's eternal arches ring With thy beloved name.
1 CALM on the listening ear of night, Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far Her silver-mantled plains.
2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, Shed sacred glories there,
And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air.
3 The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply; And greet, from all their holy heights, The day-spring from on high.
4 O'er the blue depths of Galilec There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm.
5 "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring- "Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heaven's eternal King!"
2 To spread the rays of heavenly light, To give the mourner joy, To preach glad tidings to the poor, Was his divine employ.
3 Mid keen reproach and cruel scorn, He, meek and patient stood; His foes, ungrateful, sought his life, Who labored for their good. 4 In the last hour of deep distress, Before his Father's throne, With soul resigned he bowed, and said,- "Thy will, not mine, be done!"
5 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide, His image may we bear; Oh! may we tread his holy steps,- His joy and glory share.
1 The Saviour! what a noble flame Was kindled in his breast, When hasting to Jerusalem,
He marched before the rest!
2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, His every thought engross; He longs to be baptized with blood, He pants to reach the cross. 3 With all his sufferings full in view, And woes to us unknown, Forth to the task his spirit flew ;
'T was love that urged him on.
4 Lord, we return thee what we can; Our hearts shall sound abroad; Salvation to the dying man, And to the rising God!
5 And while thy bleeding glories here Engage our wondering eyes, We learn our lighter cross to bear, And hasten to the skies.
1 WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below; What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe.
2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love.
4 Oh, give us hearts to love like thee! Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins than all The wrongs that we receive.
5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord! with thee.
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