HYMNS. I believe in God. 1. G LORY to God! with joyful adoration Sing praises, sing praises; his power proclaim: Praise we the Lord, the strength of our salva tion; And, worshipping before him, adore his name. Praise him for mercies; blessings ever flowing; His love, which redeemed us from death, make known; Praise him in life, with holy rapture glowing; Then worship him with angels before his throne. 2. AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run; 2 Wake, and lift up thyself my heart, 3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, 4 To thee my vows, LORD, I renew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. 5 Direct, control, suggest, this day, All I design, or do, or say; That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite. 6 Praise GOD, from whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below; Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST. 3. GLORY to thee, my GOD, this night, 2 Forgive me, LORD, for thy dear SON, 3 O may my soul on thee repose, 4 Teach me to live that I may dread 5 For death is life, and labour rest, 6 Praise GOD from whom all blessings flow; 4. ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice: 2 The Lord ye know is God indeed; 3 Oh! enter then his gates with praise: Approach with joy his courts unto : Praise, laud, and bless his name always; For it is seemly so to do. 4 For why? The Lord our God is good; mercy is for ever sure; His His truth at all times firmly stood; 5. BEFORE JEHOVAH's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is thy command, Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 6. FROM all that dwell below the skies Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, GRE 7. REAT GOD, how infinite art thou! 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 3 Nature and time quite open lie From the formation of the sky 4 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears, |