3 Awake, my tongue! awake, my lyre! With morning's earliest dawn arise; Let songs of joy my soul inspire, And swell your music to the skies.
4 With those who in thy grace abound, To thee I'll raise my thankful voice; While every land the earth around, Shall hear, and in thy name rejoice.
1 My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.
3 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of their tongue.
4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vast and unsearchable thy ways! Vast and immortal be thy praise!
1 TRIUMPHANT Lord, thy goodness reigns Through all the wide celestial plains; And its full streams unceasing flow Down to the abodes of men below.
2 Through nature's work its glories shine; The cares of providence are thine; And grace erects our ruined frame A fairer temple to thy name.
3 Oh, give to every human heart To taste, and feel how good thou art; With grateful love and reverent fear, To know how blest thy children are.
1 On, 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 favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs.
3 Oh, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees devoutly, all, Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
1 Он, render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love; Whose mercy firm, through ages past, Hath stood, and shall forever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast-but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford; When thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me.
4 Oh, render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love: His mercy firm, through ages past, Hath stood, and shall forever last.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to the anointed King, To David's holy Son;
Help us, O Lord; descend, and bring Salvation from thy throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes, in God his Father's name, To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise ; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace.
2 I've seen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine.
8 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.
4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.
1 BLEST morning! whose young dawning rays Beheld our rising God; That saw him triumph o'er the dust, And leave his dark abode.
2 In the cold prison of a tomb The great Redeemer lay, Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed day.
3 Hell and the grave combined their force To hold our Lord, in vain ; The sleeping conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. 5 Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King! Let heaven and earth, and rocks and seas, With glad hosannas ring.
1 My soul, how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts! 'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts.
2 There the great Monarch of the skies His saving power displays; And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quickening rays.
3 With his rich gifts, the heavenly Dove Descends and fills the place; While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace.
4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercy there, And sing thy praises still.
1 FAR front the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where Satan wages still His most successful war.
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree; And seem by thy sweet bounty made For those who follow thee.
3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode; Oh! with what peace, and joy, and love, She then communes with God.
4 Author and Guardian of my life! Sweet Source of light divine, And-all harmonious names in one- My Saviour!-thou art mine!
5 What thanks I owe thee, and what love- A boundless, endless store- Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more.
1 FREQUENT the day of God returns To shed its quickening beams; And yet how slow devotion burns; How languid are its flames!
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