5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away:
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
6 O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
1 HE, THAT has God his guardian made,
Shall under the Almighty's shade
Secure and undisturb'd abide :
Thus to my soul of Him I'll say—
He is my fortress and my stay,
My God, in whom I will confide.
2 His tender love and watchful care
Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence :
He over thee his wings shall spread,
And cover thy unguarded head;
His truth shall be thy strong defence.
3 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heav'n's triumphant host
And suff'ring saints on earth adore,
Be glory; as in ages past,
As now it is, and so shall last,
When time itself shall be no more.
1 SWEET is the work, O God, our King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing,
To show thy love by morning light,
And tell of all thy truth by night!
Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No earthly care shall seize our breast;
O may our hearts in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 Our hearts shall triumph in Thee, Lord,
And bless thy works, and bless thy word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
4 When shall we see, and hear, and know,
What mortals cannot reach below;
And all our powers find sweet employ
In Christ's eternal world of joy?
God almighty and unchangeable.
1 WITH glory clad, with strength array'd,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.
2 How surely stablish'd is thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.
3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.
4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure;
And they, that in thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.
1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank Him for his favours past,
To Him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3 For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is with unrivall'd glory great;
The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command.
4 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sov'reign right is his :
'Tis mov'd by his Almighty hand,
That form'd and fix'd the solid land.
5 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there :
For He's our God, our Shepherd He,
His flock and chosen sheep are we.
1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue;
His new-discover'd grace demands
A new and nobler song.
2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own Almighty Son:
His power the sinking world sustains,
'And grace surrounds his throne.
3[Let heaven proclaim the joyful day;
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
4 Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea:
Ye mountains sink; ye valleys rise;
Prepare the Lord his way.
5 Behold, He comes! He comes to bless
The nations as their God;
To show the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.
6 But when his voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread
To see their Judge appear!
Christ's advent and reign.
1 HE REIGNS! the Lord, the Saviour reigns!
Praise Him in loud triumphant strains;
Let the whole earth in songs rejoice,
And distant islands join their voice.
2 Deep are his counsels, and unknown;
But grace and truth support his throne;
Though gloomy clouds his ways surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.
3 In robes of judgment, lo! He comes,
Shakes the wide earth, and rends the tombs ;
Before Him burns devouring fire,
The mountains melt, the seas retire.
4 His enemies, with sore dismay,
Fly from the sight, and shun the day:
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high,
And sing, for your redemption's nigh.
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