2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every moment, as it flies,
With benefits unsought!

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,

Which lights through darkest shades of death,
To realms of endless day.

STAND up, and bless the Lord,

Ye people of his choice;

Southfield. Utica.

Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice.

2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy naine,
And laud, and magnify?

3 Oh for the living flame

From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips-our minds inspire,
And raise to heaven our thought!

4 There, with benign regard,
Our hymns he deigns to hear;
Though unrevealed to mortal sense,
The spirit feels him near.

5 God is our strength and song,

And his salvation ours;

Then be his love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.

6 Stand up, and bless the Lord,
The Lord your God adore;

Stand up, and bless his glorious name,
Henceforth forevermore.

722

C. M.

WE sing the glories of thy love,
We sound thy dreadful name:

St. Martin's.

The Christian church unites the songs
Of Moses and the Lamb.

2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works
Of vengeance and of grace!
Thou King of saints-almighty Lord-
How just and true thy ways!

3 Who dares refuse to fear thy name,
Or worship at thy throne?

Thy judgments speak thy holiness
Through all the nations known.

723

C. M. St. Martin's. Berwick.

LET them neglect thy glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy grace;
But our loud songs shall still record
The wonders of thy praise.

2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee,
And send them to thy throne ;
All glory to th' united Three,

The undivided One.

3 'Twas he-and we'll adore his name-
That formed us by a word!
'Tis he restores our ruined frame-

Salvation to the Lord!

4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies
Repeat the joyful sound;

Rocks, hills, and vales, reflect the voice
In one eternal round.

724

7s & 6s.

Amsterdam.

PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,

And keeps his courts below;

Praise him for his boundless love,
And all his greatness show.
Praise him for his noble deeds;

Praise him for his matchless power;
Him, from whom all good proceeds,
Let earth and heaven adore.
2 Publish, spread to all around
The great Immanuel's name:
Let the gospel-trumpet sound,
Him Prince of Peace proclaim.
Praise him, every tuneful string:
All the reach of heavenly art,
All the power of music bring,
The music of the heart.

3 Him, in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing;
Glory to our Saviour give,
And homage to our King.
Hallowed be his name beneath,
As in heaven on earth adored;
Praise the Lord in every breath,
Let all things praise the Lord.

SING hallelujah! praise the Lord!
Sing with a cheerful voice;
Exalt our God with one accord,

And in his name rejoice:

Ne'er cease to sing, thou ransomed host,
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Till in the realms of endless light,
Your praises shall unite.

2 There we to all eternity
Shall join th' angelic lays,
And sing in perfect harmony

To God our Saviour's praise;
He hath redeemed us by his blood,
And made us kings and priests to God;
For us, for us the Lamb was slain,
Praise ye the Lord! Amen.

Judea.

Stephen's. St. Ann's.

YES-I will bless thee, O my God!
Through all my mortal days,

And to eternity prolong

Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

2 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God!

My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

3 Not death itself shall stop my song,
Though death will close my eyes:
My thoughts shall then to nobler heights
And sweeter raptures rise.

4 There shall my lips in endless praise
Their grateful tribute pay:

The theme demands an angel's tongue,
And an eternal day.

727

C. M.

St. Martin's. Berwick.

MY God, my King, to thee I'll raise
My voice and all my powers;
Unwearied songs of sacred praise
Shall fill the circling hours.

2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue
While suns shall set and rise,
And tune my everlasting song
When time and nature dies.

728

8s & 73.

Sicilian Hymn.

PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise to thee from every tongue:
Join, my soul, with every creature,
Join the universal song.

2 Father! Source of all compassion!
Pure, unbounded grace is thine":
Hail the God of our salvation!
Praise him for his love divine.

3 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,

Sound his praise through earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.

4 Joyfully on earth adore him,

Till in heaven our song we raise;
There, enraptured, fall before him,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

729

C. M.
Universal Praise.

Marlow. Westford.

SING to the Lord in joyful strains,
Let earth his praise resound;
Let all the cheerful nations join
To spread his glory round.

2 Thou city of the Lord! begin
The universal song;

And let the scattered villages

The cheerful notes prolong;

3 Till, midst the strains of distant lands,
The islands sound his praise;

And all, combined, with one accord,
Jehovah's glories raise.

730

11s & 8s.

Wareham. Salem.
BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth,
Oh serve him with gladness and fear;
Exult in his presence with music and mirth,
With love and devotion draw near.

2 The Lord he is God-and Jehovah alone,
Creator, and ruler o'er all;

And we are his people, his sceptre we own;
His sheep, and we follow his call.

3 Oh enter his gates with thanksgiving and song,
Your vows in his temple proclaim;

His praise with melodious accordance prolong,
And bless his adorable name.

4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of his hand;

His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.

THE Lord is great! ye hosts of heaven, adore him,
And ye who tread this earthly ball;

In holy songs rejoice aloud before him,
And shout his praise who made you all.

2 The Lord is great-his majesty how glorious!
Resound his praise from shore to shore;

O'er sin, and death, and hell, now made victorious,
He rules and reigns forevermore.

8 The Lord is great-his mercy how abounding!
Ye angels, strike your golden chords !

Oh praise our God ! with voice and harp resounding,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords I

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;

Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

733

C. M.

TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

One God whom we adore,

Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.