1 ETERNAL Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds!
2 Thee while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshiping, and spread the ground. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too; From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.
4 Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame, And worms have learned to lisp thy name: But O! the glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 God is in heaven, and men below: Be short our tunes; our words be few: A solemn reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues.
1 THY presence, gracious God, afford; Prepare us to receive thy word: Now let thy voice engage our car, And faith be mixed with what we hear.
2 Distracting thoughts and cares remove, And fix our hearts and hopes above: With food divine may we be fed, And satisfied with living bread.
3 To us the sacred word apply With sovereign power and energy; And may we, in thy faith and fear, Reduce to practice what we hear.
4 Father, in us thy Son reveal; Teach us to know and do thy will: Thy saving power and love display, And guide us to the realms of day.
God revealed to faith.
1 NOT here, as to the prophet's eye, The Lord upon his throne appears; Nor seraphim responsive cry,
"Holy thrice holy!" in our ears: 2 Yet Cod is present in this place, Veiled in serener majesty; So full of glory, truth, and grace, That faith alone such light can see.
3 Nor, as he in the temple taught,
Is Christ within these walls revealed, When blind, and deaf, and dumb were brought,
Lepers and lame, and all were healed:
4 Yet here, when two or three shall meet, Cr thronging multitudes are found, All may sit down at Jesus' feet, And hear from him the joyful sound. 5 Send forth the seraphim, O Lord, To touch thy servants' lips with fire; Saviour, give them thy faithful word; Come, Holy Chost, their hearts inspire.
Glory begun below.
1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God,
But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.
8 The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas;
4 This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our Love:
He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above.
5 There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in:
6 Yea, and efore we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create.
7 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow:
8 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high,
ISAAC WATTS, ALT, BY J. WESLEY.
42 Creating love and redeeming grace.
1 FATHER, in whom we live,
In whom we are, and move,
The glory, power, and praise receive Of thy creating love.
2 Let all the angel throng
Give thanks to God on high,
While earth repeats the joyful song, And echoes to the sky.
3 Incarnate Deity,
Let all the ransomed race
Render in thanks their lives to thee, For thy redeeming grace.
4 The grace to sinners showed, Ye heavenly choirs proclaim, And cry, "Salvation to our God, Salvation to the Lamb!"
43 The sacrifice of praise.
1 WITH joy we lift our eyes To those bright realms above, That glorious temple in the skies, Where dwells eternal Love.
2 Before thy throne we bow, O thou almighty King; Here we present the solemn vow, And hymns of praise we sing, 3 While in thy house we kneel, With trust and holy fear, Thy mercy and thy truth reveal, And lend a gracious ear.
4 Lord, teach our hearts to pray, And tune our lips to sing; Nor from thy presence cast away The sacrifice we bring.
44 The great Shepherd with his flock. 1 JESUS, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confined, Dost dwell with those of humble mind; Such ever bring thee where they come, And, going, take thee to their home.
3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few, Thy former mercies here renew; Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name.
4 Here may we prove the power of prayer To strengthen faith and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes.
10 THOU, our Saviour, Brother, Friend, Behold a cloud of incense rise; The prayers of saints to heaven ascend, Grateful, accepted sacrifice.
2 Regard our prayers for Zion's peace; Shed in our hearts thy love abroad; Thy gifts abundantly increase; Enlarge, and fill us all with God.
3 Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go, And guide into thy perfect will; Cause us thy hallowed name to know; The work of faith in us fulfill.
4 Help us to make our calling sure; O let us all be saints indeed, And pure, as thou thyself art pure, Conformed in all things to our Head.
5 Take the dear purchase of thy blood: Thy blood shall wash us white as snow: Present us sanctifled to God, And perfected in love below.
1 Lo! God is here! let us adore, And own how dreadful is this place; Let all within us feel his power,
And silent bow before his face; Who know his power, his grace who prove, Serve him with awe, with reverence love. 2 Lo! God is here! him day and night United choirs of angels sing: To him, enthroned above all height, Heaven's host their noblest praises bring; Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Who praise thee with a stammering tongue. 8 Being of beings, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill; Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will; To thee may all our thoughts arise, Ceaseless, accepted sacrifice.
TR. BY J. WESLEY, L. M.
GERHARD TERSTEEGEN. HEBRON.
48 Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth.
1 INFINITE God, to thee we raise Our hearts in solemn songs of praise; By all thy works on earth adored, We worship thee, the common Lord; The everlasting Father own, And bow our souls before thy throne. 2 Thee all the choir of angels sings, The Lord of hosts, the King of kings; Cherubs proclaim thy praise aloud, And seraphs shout the Triune God; And "Holy, holy, holy," cry,
"Thy glory fills both earth and sky." 3 Father of endless majesty,
All might and love we render thee; Thy true and only Son adore, The same in dignity and power; And God the Holy Ghost declare, The saints' eternal Comforter.
CHARLES WESLEY. LOWELL MASON.
3 With open face and joyful heart, We then shall see thee as thou art: Our love shall never cease to glow, Our praise shall never cease to flow. 4 Thy never-failing grace to prove, A surety of thine endless love, Send down thy Holy Ghost, to be The raiser of our souls to thee.
SANTOLIUS VICTORINUS. TR. BY J. CHANDLER.
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