5 How great the judgments Thou hast wrought! How tremblingly I sing!
How good the statutes Thou hast taught!
How glad the song I bring!
6 The beauty of Thy holiness
Uplifts this strain of mine:
And when Thy paths my footsteps press,
My song becomes divine.
7 But, Lord, when will all mournfulness
E'en from this song remove?
I sing the statutes I transgress;
I break the law I love.
8 O, help me better to obey,
More gloriously to sing.
The pilgrim that best keeps Thy way
The sweetest song will bring.
1 LORD! from these trembling souls of ours
New songs dost Thou require?
May our dull lips, our faltering powers,
In such a strain conspire?
2 May pilgrims on this weary road
Keep their first joy unspent,
And bearers of this daily load
Still a new song present?
3 Yes, from Thy grace, so marvellous,
This wonder, Lord, may flow:
Breathe Thy renewing fire on us
Our lips must catch the glow.
4 As down Thy quickening grace is poured
So will Thy people sing;
New songs to their renewing Lord
Renewéd hearts will bring.
5 Sweet comes Thy morning love to them,
As ne'er bestowed before;
And glad ascends their evening hymn,
As when it first did soar.
6 They sing as though the Ransomer
Their ransom just had paid;
They sing as when the Comforter
His first sweet visit made.
7 From strength to strength their way they take;
From song to song they soar;
New births of grace their wonder wake;
New praises forth they pour.
8 In Heaven to endless joy they rise;
Still a new song they sing;
Still grows on their enraptured eyes
The glory of their King.
9 More near they draw, more bright they shine;
They sing more glad, more strong;
New, new that endless joy divine—
New, new that endless song.
WEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing, To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.
2 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine,
How deep Thy counsels! how divine!
3 Soon shall I see, and hear, and know
All I desire or wish below;
And every power find sweet employ
In Thine eternal world of joy.
4 0 may Thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song,
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
5 0 may my spirit daily rise,
On wings of faith, above the skies;
I long, O Lord, to see Thy face,
To know the fulness of Thy grace.
TEHOVAH reigns exalted high
O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil His feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2 O ye that love His holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame;
He guards the souls of all His friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
3 Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels His grace
Can triumph in His holiness.
WITH all my powers of heart and tongue,
praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 Angels that make Thy Church their care
Shall witness my devotions there;
While holy zeal directs mine eyes
To Thy fair temple in the skies.
3 I'll sing Thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of Thy word;
Not all Thy works and names below,
So much Thy power and glory show.
4 To God I cried when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdued my foes;
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffused through all my soul.
5 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by Thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
6 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.
ONG as I live I'll bless Thy name,
My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same
In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, His power unknown,
And let His praise be great;
I'll sing the honours of Thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue,
And while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall teach Thy name,
And children learn Thy ways;
Ages to come Thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound Thy praise.
5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of power, Thy heavenly state
With public splendour shown.
6 The world is governed by Thy hands,
Thy saints are ruled by love;
And Thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.
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.
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