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Awakes the kindling ray,
And pours increasing day.
The heathen world in gloom !
Triumphant from the tomb!
And loud hosannas sung;
And praise on every tongue.
To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings,
To nations yet unborn.
1 When, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker, God,
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad? 2 From marble domes, and gilded spires,
Shall curling clouds of incense rise ?
3 Vain, sinful man! Creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare ;
1 Praise the Lord ! Ye heavens, adore Him,
Praise Him, angels in the height, Sun and moon, rejoice before Him,
Praise Him, all ye stars of light ! Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken,
Worlds His mighty voice obeyed : Laws which never can be broken
For their guidance He hath made. 2 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious,
Never shall His promise fail :
Sin and death shall not prevail :
Hosts on high! His power proclaim ;
Praise and magnify His name !
1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
Where dwells eternal Love.
2 Before the awful throne we bow
Of Heaven's almighty King; Here we present the solemn vow,
And grateful anthems sing.
With trust and holy fear,
And lend a gracious ear!
4 With fervour teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing ;
The sacrifice we bring !
1 Ye works of God, on Him alone, In earth His footstool, heaven His throne,
Be all your praise bestowed; Whose hand the beauteous fabric made, Whose eye the finished work surveyed,
And saw that all was good. 2 Ye sons of men, His praise display, Who stamped His image on your clay,
And gave it power to move; Where'er ye go, where'er ye dwell, From age to age successive tell
The wonders of His love.
3 Ye spirits of the just and good,
To heavenly mansions soar;
And time shall be no more.
4 Praise Him, ye meek and humble train, Who shall those heavenly joys obtain
Prepared for souls sincere;
And reign for ever there.
| Another six-days' work is done;
Another sabbath is begun :
Improve the day which God hath blest. 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise
As grateful incense to the skies !
3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
4 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
1 Come to the house of prayer,
O thou afflicted, come!
He makes that house His home. 2 Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
Your knees together bow. 3 Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt His love;
Your lips forget to move.
Your cheerful anthems raise ;
Who gives the power to praise. 5 Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all,
And hear'st the mourner's call;