2 Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
Who, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
3 Caused the golden-tressed sun
All day long his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mongst her spangled sisters bright.
people he did bless,
In the wasteful wilderness;
He hath, with a piteous eye,
Viewed us in our misery.
5 All his creatures he doth feed ;
His full hand supplies their need;
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth.
10 RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love;
mercy firm through ages past
Has stood and shall forever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express ?-
Not only vast, but numberless!
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
Happy are they, and only they,
Who from thy judgments never stray;
Who know what's right, nor only so,
But always practise what they know.
4 Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford:
When thou return'st to set them free,
Let thy salvation visit me.
The Divine Glories Celebrated.
1 GLORY be to God on high,
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well-beloved of Heaven.
2 Favored mortals! raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.
3 Mark the wonders of his hand!
Power no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angel's glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.
Glorious Being! from thy throne
Send thy promised blessings down;
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.
1 To THEE, great Source of light!
My thankful voice I'll raise;
And all my powers unite
To celebrate thy praise;
And, till my voice is lost in death,
May praise employ my every breath.
2 And when this feeble tongue
Lies silent in the dust,
My soul shall dwell among
The spirits of the just;
Then, with the shining hosts above,
In nobler strains I'll sing thy love.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord, around whose throne
All heaven in ceaseless worship waits,
Whose glory fills the worlds unknown-
Praise ye the Lord from Zion's gates.
2 With mingling souls and voices join;
To him the swelling anthem raise ;
Repeat his name with joy divine,
And fill the temple with his praise.
3 All-gracious God, to thee we owe
Each joy and blessing time affords, -
Light, life, and health, and all below,
Spring from thy presence, Lord of lords.
4 Thine be the praise, for thine the love
That freely all our sins forgave,
Pointed our dying eyes above,
And showed us life beyond the grave.
1 My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise,
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labor of their tongue.
4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds.
Vast and unsearchable thy ways:
Vast and immortal be thy praise
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The Same. Ps. 150.
1 PRAISE ye Jehovah's name;
Praise through his courts proclaim;
Rise and adore ;
High o'er the heavens above
Sound his great acts of love,
While his rich grace we prove,
2 Now let the trumpet raise
Sounds of triumphant praise
Wide as his fame;
There let the harp be found;
Organs, with solemn sound,
Roll your deep notes around,
Filled with his name.
3 While his high praise ye sing,
Shake every sounding string:
Sweet the accord!
He vital breath bestows:
Let every breath that flows
His noblest fame disclose-
Praise ye the Lord.
Praise from Heaven and Earth.
1 YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's name;
His praise your songs employ
Above the starry frame:
Your voices raise, Ånd seraphim,
2 Let all adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
His firm decree
And all shall last,
From changes free; | Stands ever fast.
Praise from all Nature. Ps. 148.
1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay;
Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty's name.
Lo, heaven and earth and seas and skies
In one melodious concert rise
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode-
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God
Ye thunders, speak his power.
Lo, on the lightning's rapid wings
In triumph rides the King of Kings:
Th' astonished worlds adore.
3 Ye deeps with roaring billows rise
To join the thunders of the skies-
Praise him who bids you roll.
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing ·
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise
To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.
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