f 3 0 enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy.
mf2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again.
3 We are His people, we His care, Our souls, and all our mortal frame: What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name?
Praise, laud, and bless His name always, f 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
For it is seemly so to do.
4 For why? The Lord our God is good; His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. W. Kethe.
High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is Thy command; Vast as eternity Thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 1. Watts, alt. C. Wesley.
WORSHIP the King, All-glorious above;
O gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, And girded with praise.
2 O tell of His might,
O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy, space; His chariots of wrath
The deep thunder-clouds form, And dark is His path
On the wings of the storm.
3 The earth, with its store Of wonders untold,.. Almighty, Thy power
Hath founded of old: Hath stablished it fast
By a changeless decree, And round it hath cast,
Like a mantle, the sea.
p 4 Thy bountiful care
What tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, It shines in the light, It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distils
In the dew and the rain.
5 Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail : Thy mercies, how tender, How firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
f 60 measureless might! Ineffable love! While angels delight To hymn Thee above, Thy humbler creation, Though feeble their lays, With true adoration Shall lisp to Thy praise.
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