To the Father be!
Everlasting praises
To the Saviour be!
Everlasting praises
To the Spirit be!
Everlasting praises
To the blessed Trinity!
2 Everlasting praises
For the Father's love!
Everlasting praises
For the Saviour's love!
Everlasting praises
For the Spirit's love!
Everlasting praises
To the Trinity of love!
MEET and right it is to sing,
In every time and place,
Glory to our Heavenly King,
The God of truth and grace;
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join:
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Eternal praise be thine!
2 Thee, the firstborn sons of light,
In choral symphonies,
Praise by day, day without night,
And never, never cease,
Angels and archangels, all
Praise the mystic Three in One;
Sing aloud, or silent fall,
O'erwhelmed before Thy throne!
3 Vying with that happy choir,
Who chant Thy praise above,
We on eagles' wings aspire,
The wings of faith and love.
Thee they sing with glory crown'd;
We extol the dying Lamb;
Lower if our voices sound,
Our song is still the same.
4 Father, Thy great love we bless,
Which gave Thy Son to die;
Jesus, King of righteousness,
Alike we glorify.
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turned to heaven.
LESSED be the Father and His love,
To whose celestial Source we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.
2 Glory to Thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
3 We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
4 Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
Ocean of life and love unknown,
Unfathomed depth, without a shore.
GOD: HIS GLORY AND HOLINESS.
YREAT God, how infinite art Thou!
How frail and helpless we !
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3 Nature and time quite naked lie
To thine immense survey,
From the formation of the sky
To the great burning day.
4 Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there's nothing old appears;
Great God, there's nothing new.
5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
UR God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:
2 Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years
the same.
4 A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
7 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our Guard, while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
GOD of glory, God of grace,
From age to age our dwelling place,
Before Thy throne we bow.
Ere the vast mountains rose of yore,
When they and earth shall be no more,
The same, O Lord, art Thou.
2 Man's generations rise and pass
Like morning flowers or summer grass,
The creatures of Thy breath.
Our life runs onward like a stream;
We come and vanish as a dream,
The prey of sin and death.
3 Unnumbered ills beset our path,
Our days are darkened 'neath Thy wrath;
And yet how heedless we!
O touch with grace each erring heart,
True wisdom to each soul impart,
And win us all to Thee.
4 We sink, we perish 'neath Thy frown;
O send Thy healing mercy down
To light our coming years:
Then, be they many, be they few,
Thy grace will bear us safely through,
Beyond the reach of tears.
SOURCE divine, and Life of all,
The Fount of being's wondrous sea!
Thy depth would every heart appal
That saw not love supreme in Thee.
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