1 BLESSED be for evermore
That dread Name which we adore! Round the world his praise be sung, Through all lands, in every tongue.
2 O'er all nations God alone,- Higher than the heavens his throne! Who is like to God most high, Infinite in majesty ?
3 Yet to view the heavens he bends: Yea, to earth he condescends; Raising up the poor to stand With the princes of the land.
4 He the broken spirit cheers; Turns to joy the mourner's tears; Such the wonders of his ways! Praise his name, for ever praise.
1 GREATEST of beings! Source of life, Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea! All nature feels thy power, and all A silent homage pays to thee.
2 Waked by thy hand, the morning sun Pours forth to thee its earlier rays, And spreads thy glories as it climbs, While raptured worlds look up and praise,
3 The moon, to the deep shades of night, Speaks the mild lustre of thy name; While all the stars that cheer the scene Thee, the great Lord of light, proclaim.
4 And groves, and vales, and rocks, and hills, And every flower, and every tree,
Ten thousand creatures warm with life, Have each a grateful song for thee.
5 But man was formed to rise to heaven; And, blest with reason's clearer light, He views his Maker through his works, And glows with rapture at the sight. 6 Nor can the thousand songs that rise, Whether from air, or earth, or sea, So well repeat Jehovah's praise, Or raise such sacred harmony.
1 THOU who dwell'st enthroned above! Thou, in whom we live and move! Thou who art most great, most high! God from all eternity!
2 O how sweet, how excellent,
"T is when tongues and hearts consent, Grateful hearts and joyful tongues, Hymning thee in tuneful songs!
3 When the morning paints the skies, When the stars of evening rise, We thy praises will record, Sovereign Ruler, mighty Lord!
4 Decks the spring with flowers the field? Harvest rich doth autumn yield? Giver of all good below!
Lord, from thee these blessings flow.
5 Sovereign Ruler! mighty Lord! We thy praises will record: Giver of these blessings! we Pour the grateful song to thee.
How wondrous is thy name! Thy glories how diffused abroad Through the creation's frame!
2 Nature in every dress
Her humble homage pays, And finds a thousand ways to express Thine undissembled praise.
In native white and red
The rose and lily stand,
And free from pride their beauties spread, To show thy skilful hand.
4 The lark mounts up the sky,
With unambitious song,
And bears her Maker's praise on high, Upon her artless tongue.
5 My soul would rise and sing
To her Creator too;
Fain would my tongue adore my King, And pay the worship due.
6 In joy, then, let me spend The remnant of my days; And to my God my soul ascend, In sweet perfume of praise.
113. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.
Adoring Praise. Psalm 104.
1 O PRAISE ye the Lord, his greatness proclaim; Jehovah, our God, how awful thy name! How vast is thy power, thy glory how great; Lo, myriads of spirits thy mandates await!
2 Thy canopy 's heaven, in splendor so bright; Thy chariot the clouds, thy garment the light; The works of creation thy bidding perform; Thou ridest the whirlwind, directest the storm.
3 What wisdom is shown, what power displayed, In all that thy hand hath fashioned and made! The earth full of riches, in beauty complete; The fathomless ocean, with wonders replete.
4 O thou, our great God, Redeemer and King, With hearts full of love, to thee will we sing; To life's latest moment our voices we 'll raise, And join the full chorus of blessing and praise.
1 My soul, inspired with sacred love, God's holy name for ever bless; Of all his favors mindful prove, And still thy grateful thanks express.
2 The Lord abounds with tender love, And unexampled acts of grace: His wakened wrath doth slowly move, His willing mercy flows apace.
3 God will not always harshly chide, But with his anger quickly part; And loves his punishments to guide, More by his love than our desert.
4 As high as heaven its arch extends Above this little spot of clay;
So much his boundless love transcends The small respects that we can pay.
5 As far as 't is from east to west, So far has he our sins removed, Who, with a father's tender breast, Has such as feared him always loved.
Praise of God peculiarly due from Man.
1 THERE seems a voice in every gale, A tongue in every opening flower, Which tells, O Lord! the wondrous tale Of thy indulgence, love, and power.
2 The birds that rise on soaring wing Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, And all the mingling sounds of spring To thee a general pæan raise.
3 And shall my voice, Great God, alone Be mute 'midst nature's loud acclaim? O let my heart with answering tone Breathe forth in praise thy holy name.
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