2 Through each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold;
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine,
To speak his wisdom all divine.
3 But in redemption, oh, what grace!
Its wonders, oh, what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines forever bright :
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.
HE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation, too;
God is my strength,-nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires,—
Oh! grant me an abode,
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.
4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around;
And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.
LIFT up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud and more loud the anthems raise,
With grateful ardor fired.
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute, as it flies,
With benefits unsought.
3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son our souls to save
From everlasting woes.
4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,
Which lights, through darkest shades of death,
To realms of endless day.
HE Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want:
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; he leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
2 My soul he doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Ev'n for his own name's sake.
3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For thou art with me, and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
4 My table thou hast furnishéd
In presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
5 Goodness and mercy, all my life,
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.
ING we the song of those who stand
Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.
2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To-day the young, the old,
Our Saviour and his flock appear
One Shepherd and one fold.
3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrims' throng;
Yet learn we in our low estate
The Church Triumphant's song.
4 "Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,-
Cry the redeemed above,
66 'Blessing and honor to obtain,
And everlasting love!"
5 "Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing,
"Who died our souls to save!
Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O Grave!"
ORAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir!
In heavenly heights above,
With harp, and voice, and soul of fire,
Burning with perfect love.
2 Shine to his glory, worlds of light!
Ye million suns of space;
Ye moons and glistening stars of night,
Running your mystic race.
3 Shout to Jehovah, surging main!
In deep eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound the strain
And shore reply to shore.
4 Storm, lightning, thunder, hail, and snow,
Wild winds that keep his word,
With the old mountains far below,
Unite to bless the Lord.
5 And round the wide world let it roll,
Whilst man shall lead it on;
Join, every ransomed human soul,
In glorious unison.
YOME, shout aloud the Father's grace,
And sing the Saviour's love;
Soon shall we join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.
2 God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls us his treasure and his joy,
His children and his friends.
3 My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.
4 Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.
2 Did the solid earth ordain
How to rise above the main ;
Who, by his commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
Caused the golden-tresséd sun
All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.
3 All his creatures God doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need 1;
Let us, therefore, warble forth
His high majesty and worth.
He his mansion hath on high,
'Bove the reach of mortal eye
And his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
God of Hosts! when heaven and earth,
Out of darkness, at thy word
Issued into glorious birth,
All thy works before thee stood,
And thine eye beheld them good,
While they sung with sweet accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
2 Holy, holy, holy! thee,
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit! we,
Dust and ashes, would adore:
Lightly by the world esteemed,
From that world by thee redeemed,
Sing we here with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
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