Then, with angels, we'll again
Wake a louder, louder strain :
There, in Joyful songs of praise,
We'll our grateful voices raise.
Men on earth, &c.
PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,
And keeps his court below;
Praise the holy God of love,
And all his greatness shew;
Praise him for his noble deeds,
Praise him for his matchless power: Him from whom all good proceeds, Let earth and heaven adore.
Publish, spread to all around
The great Jehovah's name,
Let the trumpet's martial sound
The Lord of hosts proclaim:
Praise him ev'ry tuneful string,
All the reach of heav'nly art,
All the powers of music bring,
The music of the heart.
Him, in whom they move and live,
Let ev'ry creature sing,
Glory to their Maker give,
And homage to their king
Hallow'd be his name beneath,
As in heaven on earth ador'd,
Praise the Lord in every breath;
Let all things praise the Lord.
I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath,
And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall neʼer be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train ; His truth forever stands secure !
He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain.
The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,.
While life, and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.
HYMN 233. L. M.
Now shall our souls with pleasure raîse,
To our dear Lord a song of praise :
We'll sing his love, his goodness tell,
Our Saviour hath done all things well.
With pitying eyes he view'd our case,
And came to save our ruin'd race;
He conquer'd sin, and death, and hell;
Our Jesus hath done all things well.
He undertook to bear our load,
And bring us back again to God;
To fit us with himself to dwell;
Christ Jesus hath done all things well.
He will accomplish his desigh,
And all things in himself combine;
No more shall ever they rebel;
Our Jesus will do all things well.
His work, how great! his plan, how vast!
But when it all appears at last,
It will our highest praise excel;
For Jesus will do all things well.
When the creation is restor❜d,
And God shall be by all ador'd,
How loudly will the triumph swell,
Our Jesus hath done all things well.
Sin, death, and hell, will Christ destroy,
And fill the universe with joy ;
His love shall then each voice compel
To cry " He hath done all things well."
BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay,
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty Name;
Lo! heav'n and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
Thou, heav'n of heav'ns, 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' astonish'd worlds adoré.
Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunder 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.
Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing;
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise;
To him, who shap'd your finer mould,
Who tip'd your glittering wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.
Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the reas'ning head,
In heav'nly praise employ :
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heav'n's wide arch repeat the sound,
The general burst of joy.
HYMN 235. P. M.
LET all the earth their voices raise
To sing a lofty song of praise,
And bless the great Jehovah's name ;
His glory let the heathen know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all his works of grace proclaim.
Great is the Lord, his praise be great,
Who sits on high enthron'd in state,
To him alone let praise be giv'n;
Those gods, the heathen world adore,
In vain pretend to sov'reign power,
He only rules who made the heav'n.
He fram'd the globe, he spread the sky,
And all the shining worlds on high,
He reigns complete in glory there;
His beams are majesty and light,
His glories how divinely bright!
His temple how divinely fair!
Let heaven be glad, let earth rejoice,
Let ocean lift its roaring voice,
Proclaiming loud Jehovah reigns;
For joy let fertile valleys sing,
And tuneful groves their tribute bring,
To him whose power the world sustains.
Come, the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall own its sov'reign pow'r,
And barb'rous nations fear his name;
Then shall the universe confess
The beauty of his holiness,
And in his courts his grace proclaim.
HYMN 236. C. M.
COME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne,
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