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Praise to the Trinity.

1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord,
God of hosts, eternal King,

By the heavens and earth adored;
Angels and archangels sing,
Chanting everlastingly
To the blessed Trinity.

2 Since by thee were all things made, And in thee do all things live,

Be to thee all honor paid;

Praise to thee let all things give, Singing everlastingly

To the blessed Trinity.

3 Thousands, tens of thousands, stand, Spirits blest, before the throne, Speeding thence at thy command,

And, when thy commands are done, Singing everlastingly To the blessed Trinity.

4 Cherubim and seraphim

Veil their faces with their wings;
Eyes of angels are too dim

To behold the King of kings,
While they sing eternally
To the blessed Trinity.

5 Thee apostles, prophets thee,
Thee the noble martyr band,
Praise with solemn jubilee,
Thee, the Church in every land;
Singing everlastingly

To the blessed Trinity.

6 Hallelujah! Lord, to thee,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
Godhead One, and Persons Three;
Join us with the heavenly host,
Singing everlastingly
To the blessed Trinity.

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Christopher Wordsworth

Worship the Creator.

1 LET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God,
Who by wisdom did create
Heaven's expanse and all its state;

2 Did the solid earth ordain
How to rise above the main ;
Who, by his commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light.
Caused the golden tresséd sun
All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.

3 All his creatures God doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need;
He hath with a pitying eye
Looked upon our misery:
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth,
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

John Mil-on.

1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines, How high thy wonders rise! Known through the earth by thousand signs,

By thousands through the skies.

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power;
Their motions speak thy skill:
And on the wings of every hour
We read thy patience still.

3 Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ;
They show the labor of thy hands,
Or impress of thy feet:

4 But when we view thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms;

5 Here the whole Deity is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brighter shone,
The justice or the grace.

6 Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly plains;
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

7 O may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

Isaac Watts.

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Majesty and love of God.

1 My God, how wonderful thou art,
Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful thy mercy-seat
In depths of burning light!

2 How dread are thine eternal years, O everlasting Lord,

By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored!

3 How beautiful, how beautiful, The sight of thee must be,

Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
And awful purity!

4 O how I fear thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.

5 Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as thou art;

For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.

6 No earthly father loves like thee, No mother half so mild

Bears and forbears, as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.

7 Father of Jesus, love's reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before thy throne to lie
And gaze, and gaze on thee!

Frederick W. Fabe

2 For the grandeur of thy nature, Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For the wonders of creation,

Works with skill and kindness wrought; For thy providence, that governs

Through thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow; Blessed be thy gentle reign!

3 For thy rich, thy free redemption, Bright, though veiled in darkness long, Thought is poor, and poor expression; Who can sing that wondrous song? Brightness of the Father's glory!

Shall thy praise unuttered lie? Break, my tongue, such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die:

149 The wideness of God's mercy.

1 THERE'S a wideness in God's mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea:
There's a kindness in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.

2 There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Saviour;
There is healing in his blood.

3 For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man's mind;
And the heart of the Eternal

Is most wonderfully kind.
4 If our love were but more simple,
We should take him at his word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.

Frederick W. Faber,

150 Unchanging wisdom and love.
1 GOD is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes and woe he lightens;
God is wisdom, God is love.
2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;

God is wisdom, God is love.

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth,
God is wisdom, God is love.

4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Every-where his glory shineth;
God is wisdom, God is love.

Sir John Bowring.

1 THE Lord our God is clothed with might, The winds obey his will;

He speaks, and in his heavenly height
The rolling sun stands still.

2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar;
The Lord uplifts his awful hand,
And chains you to the shore.

3 Ye winds of night, your force combine; Without his high behest,

Ye shall not, in the mountain pine,
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

4 His voice sublime is heard afar;
In distant peals it dies;
He yokes the whirlwind to his car,
And sweeps the howling skies.

Ye sons of earth, in reverence bend;
Ye nations, wait his nod;

And bid the choral song ascend
To celebrate our God.

3 He sat serene upon the floods,

Their fury to restrain;

And he, as sovereign Lord and King, For evermore shall reign.

4 Give glory to his awful name,
And honor him alone;

Give worship to his majesty
Upon his holy throne.

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Thomas S.ernhold.

Praise from all creation.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord, ye immortal choi That fill the worlds above;

Praise him who formed you of his fires, And feeds you with his love.

2 Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies
The floor of his abode;

Or veil in shades your thousand eyes
Before your brighter God.

3 Thou restless globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,

To own your borrowed rays.

4 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms The troops of his command,

Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak his awful hand.

5 Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,

In your eternal roar;

Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore.

6 Thus while the meaner creatures sig
Ye mortals, catch the sound;
Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round.

Isaac Watts.