The Manual of Praise: For Sabbath and Social Worship

Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord :

Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Psalm 68.

WATTS.

Crown him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous name and power rehearse;

His honors shall enrich your verse.
2 He rides and thunders through the sky;

His name, Jehovah, sounds on high ;
Praise him aloud, ye sons of grace ;

Ye saints, rejoice before his face.
3 God is our shield, our joy, our rest;

God is our King, proclaim him blest;
When terrors rise, when nations faint,
He is the strength of every saint.

FRANCK

Te Deum.

CO'TTERILL, T:

THEE we adore, eternal Lord !

We praise thy name with one accord ; Thy saints, who here thy goodness see,

Through all the world do worship thee.
2 To thee aloud all angels cry,

The heavens and all the powers on high :
Thee, Holy, holy, holy King,

Lord God of hosts, they ever sing.
3 Th’ apostles join the glorious throng;

The prophets swell th' immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise

Eternal anthems to thy praise.
4 From day to day, O Lord, do we

Highly exalt and honor thee!
Thy name we worship and adore,
World without end, for evermore!

WATTS.

Girded with majesty and might:
The world, created by his hands,
Still on its firm foundation stands.

WATTS.

2 But ere this spacious world was made,

Or had its first foundation laid,
Thy throne eternal ages stoord,

Thyself the ever-living God.
3 Like floods the angry nations rise,

And aim their rage against the skies :
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!

At thy rebuke the billows die.
4 For ever shall thy throne endure:

Thy promise stands for ever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwelling of thy grace.

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Psalm 90.

WATTS

OUR God, our help in agres past;

Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blazin

And our eternal home!

2 Under the shadow of thy throne,

Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defense is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same. 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away : They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.
5 Our God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,

And our eternal home!

Psalm 102 : 23--28.

WATTS

GREAT worthless iworite are the!!

What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,

And pay their praise to thee.
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 through various scenes are drawn,

And vexed with trifling cares ;
While thine eternal thoughts move 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.

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Ps. 104 : 1, 2.

FABER

My God, how wonderful thou art,

How glorious is thy mercy-seat,

In depths of burning light!
2 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,

Almighty as thou art;
For thou hast stooped to ask of me

The love of my poor heart.
3 No earthly father loves like thee,

No mother half so mild
Bears and forbears, as thou hast done

With me, thy sinful child.
4 My God, how wonderful thou art,

Thou everlasting Friend !
On thee I stay my trusting heart,

Till faith in vision end.

AURELIA. 7, 6. D.

S. S. WESLEY.

Psalm 90.

BICKERSTETH.

GOD, the Rock of Ages,

Who evermore hast been,
What time the tempest rages,

Our dwelling-place serene:
Before thy first creations,

O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations,

The Everlasting thou !
2 Our years are like the shadows

On sunny hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows

That blossom but to die :
A sleep, a dream, a story,

By strangers quickly told,
An unremaining glory

Of things that soon are old.

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