O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our Guard whilst life shall last, And our eternal home.
119 The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth His handywork.
GOD, we behold how Thy wondrous might Hath hung with new works the vast in-
[stars, How, writ with Thy hand 'mid the glimmering It shineth from far in strange characters.
The sun builds the day for his chamber bright, The white moon sits on her throne of night, While the stars all around, like her army appear, And through the blue dark marshal here and there.
The sun, though he walks the broad heavens alone, Knows his rising well, and his going down; The moon and her host, they come and they go, And, silent and still, to Thine ordering bow.
Then why should this soul like a wave be driven, If her anchor rest on the depths of heaven? If she make Thee here her healing and health, She shall have in Thee her eternal wealth.
Great God, at whose will o'er the silent heart The sunshine and shade do come and depart; All glory to Thee! In Thee we repose, And leave on Thy breast our sadness and woes.
Give us this day our daily bread. KING of earth, and air, and sea, The hungry ravens cry to Thee; To Thee the scaly tribes, that sweep The bosom of the boundless deep; To Thee the lions roaring call- The common Father, kind to all: Then grant Thy servants, Lord, we pray, Our daily bread from day to day. The fishes may for food complain, The ravens spread their wings in vain, The roaring lions lack and pine; But, God, Thou carest still for Thine; Thy bounteous hand with food can bless The bleak and lonely wilderness:
And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray For daily bread from day to day.
And, O when through the wilds we roam, That part us from our heavenly home; When lost in danger, want, and woe, Our faithless tears begin to flow; Do Thou the gracious comfort give, By which alone the soul may live : And grant Thy servants, Lord, we pray The bread of life from day to day.
RENDER thanks, and bless the Lord; Invoke His sacred name;
Acquaint the nations with His deeds, His matchless deeds proclaim.
Sing to His praise, in lofty hymns His wondrous works rehearse; Make them the theme of your discourse, And subject of your verse.
Rejoice in His almighty Name, Alone to be adored;
And let their hearts o'erflow with joy
That humbly seek the Lord.
Seek ye the Lord, His saving strength Devoutly still implore;
And, where He's ever present, seek His face for evermore.
RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love, Whose mercy firm through ages past Hath stood, and shall for ever last.
Who can His mighty deeds express, Not only vast, but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise Just tribute of immortal praise ?
Extend to me that favour, Lord, Thou to Thy chosen dost afford; When Thou return'st to set them free, Let Thy salvation visit me.
O may I worthy prove, to see Thy saints in full felicity;
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count Thy people's triumph mine!
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