1 NOME, 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
To carry us above.
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.
IFT up 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.
LL Thou my life, O Lord my God,
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
With my 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
The song for ever new.
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.
WHEREFORE, Lord, doth Thy dear praise
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 O, when shall perfect holiness
Make this poor voice divine,
And all harmonious heaven confess
No sweeter song than mine?
RACIOUS Power, the world pervading,
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.
ULL many a smile, full many a song
Makes glad my
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 my soul possess,
Because Thy ways are right;
The glory of Thy righteousness
Maketh my dear delight.
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