4 Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail:
Thy mercies how tender!
How firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!
5 O measureless Might!
Ineffable Love!
While angels delight
To hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration
Shall lisp to Thy praise.
RAISE, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring!
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me His praise should sing?
Praise Him! praise Him,
Praise the everlasting King!
2 Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress!
Praise Him still the same as ever,
Slow to chide and swift to bless!
Praise Him! praise Him,
Glorious in His faithfulness !
3 Father-like He tends and spares us,
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise Him! praise Him,
Widely as His mercy flows.
4 Frail as summer's flower we flourish;
Blows the wind, and it is gone;
But while mortals rise and perish,
God endures unchanging on.
Praise Him! praise Him,
Praise the High Eternal One.
5 Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space.
Praise Him! praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace!
PRAISE the voices in His praise:
RAISE ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
His nature and His works invite/
To make this duty our delight.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to His name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.
3 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
4 Great is our Lord, and great His might,
And all His glories infinite:
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.
FATHER of all! who dwell'st above,
Of boundless power and boundless love, From world to world, diffusing free The tide of life and jubilee :
2 Praised be Thy name through time and space, By every tongue of every race;
Praised in loud hymns of deathless fame,
Worthy Thy great and glorious name.
3 On earth may every eye survey
Thy kingdom come with conquering sway,
Till earth in sacred rest shall`vie
With the pure mansions of the sky.
4 As all in heaven obey Thy will,
And every mouth hosannas fill;
Here, too, be sung hosannas loud,
And every will to Thine be bowed.
5 This day, once more with daily bread
Be both our souls and bodies fed;
Else through this vale of want and woe,
Go how we may, we vainly go.
6 The ills we suffer, while we live,
From others, teach us to forgive;
And O! do Thou, benignant, thus
O'erlook our sins, and pardon us.
7 Lead us not, ever prone to yield,
Into temptation's dangerous field;
But rather from the tempter's power
Be Thou our shield and covering tower.
8 For Thine is wisdom in its height,
All glory, majesty, and might;
From age to age extends Thy throne,
And Thou art God, and God alone.
MATHER and Friend! Thy light, Thy
love,
Beaming through all Thy works we see;
Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of Thee.
2 Thy voice we hear, Thy presence feel,
Whilst Thou, too pure for mortal sight,
Involved in clouds-invisible,
Reignest the Lord of life and light.
3 We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens Thy throne may be ;
But this we know, that where Thou art,
Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with Thee.
4 Thy children shall not faint nor fear,
Sustained by this delightful thought:
Since Thou their God art everywhere,
They cannot be where Thou art not.
RAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join,
In work so pleasant, so divine,
Now while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.
2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers
While immortality endures:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
3 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; He made the sky,
The earth, and sea, with all their train,
And none shall find His promise vain.
4 His truth remains for ever sure;
He helps the needy, feeds the poor,
Sends to the troubled conscience peace,
And to the prisoner his release.
5 The Lord gives vision to the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
Assists the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless.
6 He loves the saints, He knows their way,
But marks the wicked when they stray;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise Him in everlasting strains.
"LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; He made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth for ever stands secure ;
He helps the needy, feeds the poor,
And none shall find His promise vain.
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