2 Oh! tell of His might, oh! sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space : His chariot of wrath deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm. 3 This earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty! Thy power hath founded of old; Hath established it fast by a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea. 4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? It breathes in the air it shines in the light; It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 5 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! 6 Oh! measureless might! ineffable love! While angels delight to hymn Thee above, The humble creation, though feeble their lays, With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise!
THOU wast, O God; and Thou wast blest Before the world began;
Of Thine Eternity possest
Before Time's hour-glass ran.
Thou needest none Thy praise to sing, As if Thy joy could fade;
Couldst Thou have needed anything, Thou couldst have nothing made.
2 Great and good God, it pleased Thee Thy godhead to declare;
And what Thy goodness did decree Thy greatness did prepare:
Thou spak'st, and Heaven and Earth appeared, And answered to Thy call;
As if their Maker's voice they heard, Which is the creature's all.
3 To whom, Lord, should I sing, but Thee, The Maker of my tongue! Lo! other lords would seize on me, But I to Thee belong.
As waters haste unto their sea, And Earth unto its earth; So let my soul return to Thee, From whom it had its birth.
4 But ah! I'm fallen in the night, And cannot come to Thee:
Yet speak the word, "Let there be light," It shall enlighten me:
And let Thy word, most mighty Lord, Thy fallen creature raise:
O make me o'er again, and I
Shall sing my Maker's praise.
The Works and Ways of God. 6 lines 7s. 1 THOU, who art enthroned above, Thou, by whom we live and move;
O how sweet, how excellent,
'Tis with tongue and heart's consent
Thankful heart, and joyful tongue- To resound Thy name in song! 2 When the morning paints the skies, When the sparkling stars arise; Thy high favours to rehearse- Thy firm truth, in grateful verse, To show forth-we lift our voice, And in Thee alone rejoice.
3 From Thy works our joy proceeds: How we triumph in Thy deeds! Who Thy wonders can express! All Thy thoughts are fathomless; Hid from men in knowledge blind, Hid from men to vice inclined. 4 Who the tyrant Sin obey,
Though they spring like flowers to-day, Soon must wither from the earth; But Thy saints, of heavenly birth, Flourish shall eternally,
Lord in Thee, most great, most high!
1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim.
2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, Doth his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand.
3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth.
4 Whilst all the stars which round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though nor real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine."
1 THE God of love my shepherd is,
To watch me and to feed; Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I ever need?
2 His gentle goodness leadeth me, And makes me down to lie In greenest pastures fearlessly, The quiet waters by.
3 And so restoreth He my soul;
And when I wandering stray,
Weary and faint, He makes me whole, And teaches His own way.
4 When darkness comes and death is near, I feel my shepherd's rod; And so I quite forget my fear, And lean upon my God.
5 Thy comforts amid all my foes, My life, my spirit, bless; My cup of mercy overflows
With tender faithfulness.
6 Surely, Thy sweet and wondrous love Shall measure all my days;
Thy house below, Thy house above, Shall witness to my praise.
HIGH in the heavens, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud, That veils and darkens Thy designs.
2 For ever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of Thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large; Both man and beast Thy bounty share; The whole creation is Thy charge; But we can bless Thee for Thy care. 4 O God! how excellent Thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort spring!
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