Hail, great Creator, wise and good Hail, love divine, joys ever new Hail, thou blest morn, when the great Mediator Hail, the God of our salvation Hail to the Lord's anointed Happy the man whose wishes climb Jesus his empire shall extend Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace Joy to the world, the Lord is come Kind Lord, before thy face Laden with guilt, and full of fears Let children learn the deeds Let others boast how strong they be Let songs of praise from all below Lift your glad voices in triumph on high Lord, could I learn those hallowed strains Lord, send thy word, and let it fly. Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand Lord, what our ears have heard Mark how the swift-winged minutes fly Mere human powers shall fast decay Must friends and kindred droop and die My God, in whom are all the springs. My soul shall bless thee, O my God Not to the terrors of the Lord Now to the Lord who built the skies O bless the Lord, our souls charity, thou heavenly grace |