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S.M. 1 IOME, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known; Join in a song of sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from this place: Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less. 3 The God that rules on high,

And thunders when He please, That rides upon the stormy sky,

And manages the seas; 4 This awful God is ours,

To us reveals His love;
He will send down His heavenly powers

5 There shall we see His face,

And never, never sin;
There, from the rivers of His grace,

Drink endless pleasures in. 6 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thought of such amazing bliss

Should constant joy create. 7 The sons of God have found

Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground

From faith and hope may grow. 8 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high.

carry us above.


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to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired; Loud and more loud the anthem raise,

With grateful ardour fired.
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

Whose tender care sustains
Our feeble frame, encompassed round

With death's unnumbered pains. 3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute as it flies,

With benefits unsought.
4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

From whom salvation flows;
Who sent His Son our souls to save

From everlasting woes.
5 Lift up to God the voice of praise,

For hope's transporting ray,
That lights through darkest shades of death

To realms of endless day.


C.M. 10 1 TILL Thou my life, O Lord my God,

In every part with praise,
That my whole being may proclaim

Thy being and Thy ways.
2 Not for the lip of praise alone,

Nor even the praising heart,
I ask, but for a life made up

Of praise in every part, ---

3 Praise in the common words I speak,

Life's common looks and tones,
In intercourse at hearth or board


belovéd ones.
4 Not in the temple crowd alone,

Where holy voices chime,
But in the silent paths of earth,

The quiet rooms of time.
5 Fill every part of me with praise;

Let all my being speak
Of Thee and of Thy love, O Lord !

Poor though I be, and weak.
6 So shalt Thou, Lord, from me, even me,

Receive the glory due,
And so shall I begin on earth

7 So shall each fear, each fret, each care,

Be turned into a song,
And every winding of the way

The echo shall prolong.
8 So shall no part of day or night

From sacredness be free;
But all my life, in every step,
Be fellowship with Thee.


ever new.

C.M. 11 0 WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy dear

But tremble on my tongue?
Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise
A full triumphant song ?

2 How can this heart divinely glow,

So ready to transgress?
Thy broken law doth dull me so;

My sins Thy praise oppress.
3 Oh make me, Lord, Thy statutes learn !

Keep in Thy ways my feet;
Then shall my lips divinely burn;

Then shall my songs be sweet. 4 Each sin I cast away shall make

My soul more strong to soar;
Each work I do for Thee shall wake

A strain divine the more.
5 My voice shall more delight Thine ear

The more I wait on Thee;
Thy service brings my song more near

The angelic harmony.
6 0, wherefore swells so sweet above

The everlasting hymn?
Thy will they work, Thy law they love,

Those tuneful Seraphim.
7 0, when shall perfect holiness

Make this poor voice divine,
And all harmonious heaven confess

No sweeter song than mine?


887. 12

1 RACIOUS Power, the world pervading,
U Blessing all, and none upbraiding,

We are met to worship Thee;
2 Not in formal adorations,
Nor with servile deprecations,

But in spirit true and free.

3 By Thy wisdom mind is lighted,
By Thy love the heart excited,

Light and love all flow from Thee;
4 And the soul of thought and feeling,
In the voice Thy praises pealing,

Must Thy noblest homage be.
5 Not alone in our devotion,
In all being, life and motion,

We the present Godhead see.
6 Gracious Power, the world pervading,
Blessing all, and none upbraiding,

We are met to worship Thee.


C.M. 13 1 TULL many a smile, full many a song

Makes glad my portion here; Lord, all my strains to Thee belong;

Thou sendest all my cheer. 2 Joy ! joy ! when Thou the theme dost lend,

When Thou the song dost make! How sweet Thy gifts on Thee to spend,

Thy glory home to take.
3 I sing because Thy works are fair;

Thy glory makes me glad;
Thy garments bright of praise I wear,

For Thou art brightly clad. 4 Full triumph doth


Because Thy ways are right;
The glory of Thy righteousness

dear delight.

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