Sun and moon, rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws, which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high his power proclaim;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation,
Praise and magnify his name.
1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:-
He is the tower
To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,
Nor fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes,
Which never sleep,
Shall Israel keep,
When dangers rise
3 No burning heat by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head,
By night or noon.
4 Hast thou not given thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath.
I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,
Till from on high
Thou call me home.
The Lord's Day.
Pleyel's Hymn.
1 MAKER of the Sabbath day,
Teach us how to praise and pray;
Thou this blessed day hast given,
To prepare our souls for heaven.
2 Ruler of the earth and sky,
Lord of all below, or high;
Make the young, as well as old,
Sheep of our Redeemer's fold.
3 Friend of children, hear our prayer;
Let no trifling feeling dare
Steal the precious hours away,
Of this sacred Sabbath day.
1 GOD, thou art good! each perfumed flower,
The waving field, the dark green wood,
The insect fluttering for an hour,—
All things proclaim that God is good.
2 I hear it in each breath of wind;
The hills that have for ages stood,
And clouds with gold and silver lined,
All still repeat that God is good.
3 Each little rill, that many a year
Has the same verdant path pursued,
And every bird, in accents clear,
Joins in the song that God is good.
4 The countless hosts of twinkling stars,
That sing his praise with light renewed;
The rising sun each day declares,
In rays of glory, God is good.
5 The moon that walks in brightness, says
That God is good! and man, endued
With power to speak his Maker's praise,
Should still repeat that God is good.
1 My God! thy boundless love I praise; How bright on high its glories blaze! How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.
2 'T is love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil:
In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.
3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smiles in every vale.
4 But in thy word we see it shine
With grace and glory more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven;
There faith, bright cherub, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heaven.
5 Then let the love, that makes me blest, With cheerful praise inspire my breast, And ardent gratitude;
And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.
Father, all-glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days!
2 Come, thou all-gracious Lord!
By heaven and earth adored,
Our prayer attend!
Come, and thy children bless;
Give thy good word success;
Make thine own holiness
On us descend.
1 GOD of my life! through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound thy praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And grief would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all the powers of language fail,
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
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