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Praise of God peculiarly due from Man.
1 THERE seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every opening flower,
Which tells, O Lord! the wondrous tale
Of thy indulgence, love, and power.
2 The birds that rise on soaring wing
Appear to hymn their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee a general pæan raise.
3 And shall my voice, great God, alone
Be mute 'midst nature's loud acclaim?
No; let my heart with answering tone
Breathe forth in praise thy holy name.
4 And nature's debt is small to mine,
Thou bad'st her being bounded be;
But-matchless proof of love divine-
Thou gav'st immortal life to me.
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Thanksgiving and Praise.
1 My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name!
His mercies record, his bounties proclaim: To God, their creator, let all creatures raise The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise! 2 Though hid from man's sight, God sits on his throne,
Yet here by his works their author is known: The world shines a mirror its maker to show, And heaven views its image reflected below.
3 By knowledge supreme, by wisdom divine, God governs this earth with gracious design; O'er beast, bird, and insect, his providence reigns,
Whose will first created, whose love still sustains.
4 And man, his last work, with reason endued,
Who, falling through sin, by grace is renewed;
To God, his creator, let man ever raise
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise!
1 O GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.
2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry;
3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway.
4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee,
That thou eternal Father art
Of boundless majesty.
Praise to the Lord of Nature.
1 0 THOU! through all thy works adored,
Great power supreme, almighty Lord!
Author of life, whose sovereign sway
Creatures of every tribe obey:
2 To thee, most high, to thee belong
The suppliant prayer, the joyful song;
To thee we will attune our voice,
And in thy wondrous works rejoice.
3 Planets, those wandering worlds above,
Guided by thee, incessant move;
Suns, kindled by a ray divine,
In honor of their Maker shine.
4 From thee proceed heaven's varied store,
The changing wind, the fruitful shower,
The flying cloud, the colored bow,
The moulded hail, the feathered snow.
5 Tempests obey thy mighty will;
Thine awful mandate to fulfil,
The forked lightnings dart around,
And rive the oak, and blast the ground.
6 Yet pleased to bless, kind to supply,
Thy hand supports thy family,
And fosters, with a parent's care,
The tribes of earth, and sea, and air
1 THOU who dwell'st enthroned above!
Thou, in whom we live and move!
Thou who art most great, most high!
God from all eternity!
2 O how sweet, how excellent
'Tis when tongues and hearts consent, Grateful hearts, and joyful tongues, Hymning thee in tuneful songs!
3 When the morning paints the skies,
When the stars of evening rise,
We thy praises will record,
Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord!
4 Decks the spring with flowers the field? Harvest rich doth autumn yield?
Giver of all good below!
Lord, from thee these blessings flow.
5 Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord!
We thy praises will record:
Giver of these blessings! we
Pour the grateful song to thee.
Praise for Preserving Grace.
1 To God the only wise,
Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies
Their humble praises bring.
2 'Tis his almighty love,
His counsel and his care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,
And every hurtful snare.
3 He will present our souls,
Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of his face,
With joys divinely great.
4 Then all the chosen seed
Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of his grace,
And make his wonders known.
5 To our Redeemer God
Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlasting songs.
Glory to God in the highest.
1 SONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake, and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when he
Captive led captivity.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.