Sing to the Lord, ye favored lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discovered grace demands
A new and noble song.
Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own anointed Son;
In truth and mercy he maintains
The justice of his throne.
Let heaven proclaim the joyful day,
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
With joy lift up your wondering eyes,
Ye islands of the sea;
Ye mountains sink: ve valleys, rise:
Triumphant Saviour! how divine
Is thy victorious sword!
The stoutest rebel must resign
At thy commanding word.
Still may thy sword of truth prevail,
In thy redeeming strife;
Till slain of thee, the nations hail
Thy name as Prince of Life.
Thy conquests shall be yet complete,
And all our sinful race,
With songs of love and praise shall greet
The triumphs of thy grace.
Redeemed from sin, from error free,
They at thy feet shall fall,
And thou hy tham shale h
Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice
Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,
And cry, Behold, he prays.'
Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,
The Christian's native air;
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.
O thou by whom we come to God-
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer thyself hast trod-
Lord, teach us how to pray.
O Lord, accept the sacred hour
Which we to thee have given,
And may this hallow'd scene have pow'r,
To raise our souls to heaven.
Still may we hold, till life departs,
The precepts of thy Son,
Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts,
Forget what he has done.
His true disciples may we live,
From sin and error free,
And humbly learn, like him, to give
Our every power to thee.
And oft along our pilgrim-way,
To smooth our passage through, Wilt thou, on this thy sacred day, This holy scene renew.
Behold what condescending love,
Our blessed Lord displays!
To such as these, his word extends
The tokens of his grace.
He still the ancient promise keeps,
In loving-kindness given;
Young children in his arms he takes,
And calls them heirs of heaven.
Forbid them not whom Jesus calls,
Nor dare the claim resist,
Since his own word to us declares,
Of such will heaven consist.
With flowing tears, and grateful hearts,
We give them up to thee!
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sons of men, with joyful mind, Your great Creator praise, An
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