4 Yet should rising whirlwinds tear 5 Should thine altered hand restrain 6 Still to thee our souls shall raise L. M. 126. BOWRING. Praise at Morning, Noon, and Night. 1 WHEN, wakened by thy voice of power, The morning strengthens into noon; 3 When, 'neath the evening western gate, 4 As twilight wears a darker hue, 5 So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime, The Divine Bounty inspiring Gratitude. 1 OUR Souls with pleasing wonder view The bounties of Thy grace, How much bestowed, how much reserved 2 Thy liberal hand with worldly bliss And in the covenant of thy love 3 Thine eyes shall read those grateful thoughts No language can express; Yet when our liveliest thanks we pay, Our debts do most increase. 4 Since time's too short, all-gracious God, To utter half thy praise, Loud to the honor of thy name C. P. M. 128. H. MOORE. Praise for God's Love. 1 My God! thy boundless love I praise : It streams from thine eternal throne; 2 'T is love that paints the purple morn, 3 It robes in cheerful green the ground, 4 But in thy word I see it shine There Faith, bright cherub, points the way And opens all her heaven. 5 Then let the love that makes me blessed And all my thoughts and passions tend 1 H. M. 129. Universal Praise. TATE & BRADY. YE boundless realms of joy, Your voices raise, Ånd seraphim, To sing his praise. 2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, To him your homage pay. His praise declare, And clouds that move Ye heavens above, In liquid air. 3 Let them adore the Lord, And all shall last From changes free: His firm decree Stands ever fast. 4 United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise, Whose glorious name alone Earth's utmost ends His glorious sway His power obey: S. M. 1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul! 2 O bless the Lord, my soul! 3 He pardons all thy sins, He clothes thee with his love, Upholds thee with his truth, And, like the eagle, he renews The vigor of thy youth. 5 Then bless his holy name Whose grace hath made thee whole; Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days: O bless the Lord, my soul! 7s. M. 131. MONTGOMERY. Glory to God in the Highest. 1 SONGS of praise the angels sang, 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, 4 Saints below, with heart and voice, 5 Borne upon the latest breath, Songs of praise shall conquer death; Songs of praise our powers employ. |