GOD IN CREATION.43L. M.The heavens declare the glory of God.Psalm 19:1.The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue ethereal sky,And spangled heavens, a shining frame,Their great Original proclaim.2Th’ unwearied sun, from day to day,Does his Creator’s power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an almighty hand.3Soon as the evening shades prevail,The moon takes up the wondrous tale,And nightly to the listening earthRepeats the story of her birth:4While all the stars that round her burn,And all the planets in their turn,Confirm the tidings as they roll,And spread the truth from pole to pole,5What though in solemn silence allMove round this dark terrestrial ball—What though no real voice nor soundAmid their radiant orbs be found—6In reason’s ear they all rejoice,And utter forth a glorious voice;For ever singing as they shine,The hand that made us is divine!Addison.44L. M.He is clothed with majesty.Psalm 93:1.Jehovah reigns: he dwells in light,Arrayed with majesty and might;The world, created by his hands,Still on its firm foundation stands.2But ere this spacious world was made,Or had its first foundation laid,His throne eternal ages stood,Himself the ever-living God.3For ever shall his throne endure;His promise stands for ever sure;And everlasting holinessBecomes the dwellings of his grace.Watts.45L. M.All thy works praise thee.Psalm 145:10.Nature, with all her powers shall singGod the Creator, and the King;Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seasDeny the tribute of their praise.2Begin to make his glories known,Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;Tune high your harps, and spread the soundTo the creation’s utmost bound.3Thus let our flaming zeal employOur loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs;Nations, pronounce with warmest joyHosanna, from ten thousand tongues.4Yet, mighty God, our feeble frameAttempts in vain to reach thy name;The strongest notes that angels raiseFaint in the worship and the praise.Watts.46L. M.Thy saints shall bless thee.Psalm 145:10.Greatest of beings, source of life;Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!All nature feels thy pow’r, and allA silent homage pay to thee.2Waked by thy hand, the morning sunPours forth to thee its earlier rays,And spreads thy glories as it climbs;While raptured worlds look up and praise.3The moon, to the deep shades of night,Speaks the mild luster of thy name;While all the stars, that cheer the scene,Thee, the great Lord of light, proclaim.4And 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.5But 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.6Nor can the thousand songs that rise,Whether from air, or earth, or sea,So well repeat Jehovah’s praise,Or raise such sacred harmony.Watts.47L. M.A hymn of praise.PART FIRST.Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;From realm to realm the notes shall sound,And heaven’s exulting sons rejoiceTo bear the full hosanna round.2When, starting from the shades of night,Obedient, Lord, to thy behest,The sun arrayed his limbs in lightAnd earth her virgin beauty drest;3Thy praise transported nature sungIn pealing chorus loud and far;The echoing vault with rapture rung,And shouted every morning star.4When bending from his native sky,The Lord of life in mercy came,And laid his bright effulgence by,To bear on earth a human name;5The song, by cherub voices raised,Rolled through the dark blue depths above,And Israel’s shepherds heard amazedThe seraph notes of peace and love.PART SECOND.And shall not man the concert join,For whom this bright creation rose—For whom the fires of morning shineAnd eve’s still lamps, that woo repose?2And shall not he the chorus swell,Whose form the incarnate Godhead wore,Whose guilt, whose fears, whose triumph tellHow deep the wounds his Saviour bore?3Long as yon glittering arch shall bend,Long as yon orbs in glory roll,Long as the streams of life descendTo cheer with hope the fainting soul,4Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice,Shall bid the song of rapture sound;And heaven’s exulting sons rejoiceTo bear the full hosanna round.48L. M.Praise of God peculiarly due from man.There seems a voice in every gale,A tongue in every opening flower,Which tells, O Lord! the wondrous taleOf thy indulgence, love, and power.2The birds that rise on soaring wingAppear to hymn their Maker’s praise,And all the mingling sounds of springTo thee a general paean raise.3And shall my voice, great God, aloneBe mute ’midst nature’s loud acclaim?No; let my heart with answering toneBreathe forth in praise thy holy name.4And nature’s debt is small to mine;Thou bad’st her being bounded be,But—matchless proof of love divine—Thou gav’st immortal life to me.Mrs. Opie.49L. M. 6 linesGod the fountain of being, etc.Thou art, O God, the life and lightOf all the wondrous world we see;Its glow by day, its smile by night,Are but reflections caught from thee;Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.2When day, with farewell beam, delaysAmong the opening clouds of even,And we can almost think we gaze,Through opening vistas, into heaven—Those hues that mark the sun’s decline,So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.3When night, with wings of starry gloom,O’ershadows all the earth and skies,Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plumeIs sparkling with unnumbered dyes—That sacred gloom, those fires divine,So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.4When youthful Spring around us breathes,Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;And every flower that Summer wreathesIs born beneath thy kindling eye;Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.Moore.50C. M.God seen in all his works.I sing th’ almighty power of God,That made the mountains rise,That spread the flowing seas abroad,And built the lofty skies.2I sing the wisdom that ordainedThe sun to rule the day;The moon shines full at his command,And all the stars obey.3I sing the goodness of the Lord,That filled the earth with food;He formed the creatures with his word,And then pronounced them good.4Lord! how thy wonders are displayed,Where’er I turn my eye!If I survey the ground I tread,Or gaze upon the sky!5There’s not a plant or flower belowBut makes thy glories known;And clouds arise, and tempests blow,By order from thy throne.6Creatures that borrow life from theeAre subject to thy care;There’s not a place where we can fleeBut God is present there.Watts.51C. M.Bless the Lord, all his works.Psalm 103:22.Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir!In heavenly hights above,With harp, and voice, and soul of fire,Burning with perfect love.2Shine to his glory, worlds of light!Ye million suns of space;Ye moon and glittering stars of night,Running your mystic race.3Shout to Jehovah, surging main!In deep eternal roar;Let wave to wave resound the strain,And shore reply to shore.4Storm, lightning, thunder, hail and snow,Wild winds that keep his word,With the old mountains far below,Unite to bless the Lord.5And round the wide world let it roll,Whilst man shall lead it on;Join, every ransomed human soul,In glorious unison.52C. M.God seen in his works.There’s not a tint that paints the roseOr decks the lily fair,Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,But God has placed it there.2There’s not a star whose twinkling lightIllumes the distant earth,And cheers the solemn gloom of nightBut goodness gave it birth.3There’s not a cloud whose dews distillUpon the parching clod,And clothe with verdure vale and hill,That is not sent by God.4There’s not a place in earth’s vast round,In ocean deep, or air,Where skill and wisdom are not found;For God is everywhere.5Around, beneath, below, above,Wherever space extends,There heaven displays its boundless love,And power with goodness blends.Wallace.53C. M.Praise him in the firmament of his power.Psalm 150:1.Begin my soul the lofty strain,In solemn accents singA sacred hymn of grateful praiseTo heaven’s almighty King.2Ye curling fountains, as ye rollYour silver waves along,Whisper to all your verdant shoresThe subject of my song.3Retain it long, ye echoing rocksThe sacred sound retain,And from your hollow winding cavesReturn it oft again.4Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,To distant climes away,And round the wide-extended worldThe lofty theme convey.5Take the glad burden of his name,Ye clouds, as you arise,Whether to deck the golden mornOr shade the evening skies.6Whilst we, with sacred rapture fired,The great Creator sing,And utter consecrated laysTo heaven’s eternal King.Mrs. Rowe.54C. M. D.The hymn of the seasons.The heavenly spheres to thee, O God,Attune their evening hymn;All-wise, all-holy, thou art praisedIn song of seraphim.Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,Unite to worship thee,While thy majestic greatness fillsSpace, time, eternity.2Nature, a temple worthy thee,Beams with thy light and love;Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,Whose stars rejoice above;Whose altars are the mountain cliffsThat rise along the shore;Whose anthems, the sublime accordOf storm and ocean roar.3Her song of gratitude is sungBy spring’s awakening hours;Her summer offers at thy shrineIts earliest, loveliest flowers;Her autumn brings its golden fruits,In glorious luxury given;While winter’s silver hights reflectThy brightness back to heaven.Bowring.55C. H. M.The ineffable glory of God.Since o’er thy footstool here belowSuch radiant gems are strewn,O, what magnificence must glow,Great God, about thy throne!So brilliant here these drops of light—There the full ocean rolls, how bright!2If night’s blue curtain of the sky—With thousand stars inwrought,Hung like a royal canopyWith glittering diamonds fraught—Be, Lord, thy temple’s outer vail,What splendor at the shrine must dwell!3The dazzling sun at noonday hour—Forth from his flaming vaseFlinging o’er earth the golden showerTill vale and mountain blaze—But shows, Lord, one beam of thine;What, then, the day where thou dost shine!4O, how shall these dim eyes endureThat noon of living rays!Or how our spirits, so impure,Upon thy glory gaze!Anoint, Lord, anoint our sight,And fit us for that world of light.Muhlenberg.56S. M.The Lord Jehovah reigns.The Lord Jehovah reigns,Let all the nations fear;Let sinners tremble at his throne,And saints be humble there.2Jesus, the Saviour, reigns;Let earth adore its Lord;Bright cherubs his attendants wait,Swift to fulfill his word.3In Zion stands his throne;His honors are divine;His church shall make his wonders known,For there his glories shine.4How holy is his name!How fearful is his praise!Justice, and truth, and judgment joinIn all the works of grace.Watts.57S. P. M.Jehovah reigns.The Lord Jehovah reigns,And royal state maintains,His head with awful glories crowned;Arrayed in robes of light,Begirt with sovereign might,And rays of majesty around.2Upheld by thy commands,The world securely stands,And skies and stars obey thy word:Thy throne was fixed on highBefore the starry sky:Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord!3Thy promises are true;Thy grace is ever new;There fixed, thy church shall ne’er remove:Thy saints, with holy fear,Shall in thy courts appear,And sing thine everlasting love.Watts.587s.Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.Psalm 150.Praise the Lord, his glories show,Saints within his courts below,Angels round his throne above,All that see and share his love!2Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,Tell his wonders, sing his worth;Age to age, and shore to shore,Praise him, praise him, evermore!3Praise the Lord, his mercies trace;Praise his providence and grace—All that he for man hath done,All he sends us through his Son.4Strings and voices, hands and hearts,In the concert bear your parts:All that breathe, your Lord adore;Praise him, praise him, evermore!F. Lyte.597s, double.Source of being, source of light.Source of being, source of light,With unfading beauties bright;Thee, when morning greets the skies,Blushing sweet with humid eyes;Thee, when soft declining daySinks, in purple waves away;Thee, O Parent, will I sing,To thy feet my tribute bring!2Yonder azure vault on high,Yonder blue, low, liquid sky;Earth, on its firm basis placed,And with circling waves embraced;All-creating power confess,All their mighty Maker bless;Shaking nature with thy nod,Earth and heaven confess their God,3Father, King, whose heavenly faceShines serene upon our race;Mindful of thy guardian care,Slow to punish, prone to spare;We thy majesty adore,We thy well-known aid implore;Not in vain thy aid we call,Nothing want, for thou art all!C. Wesley.607s.All the earth doth worship thee.God eternal, Lord of all!Lowly at thy feet we fall:All the earth doth worship thee,We amid the throng would be.2All the holy angels cry,Hail, thrice holy, God Most High,Glorified Apostles raise,Night and day, continual praise.J. E. Millard.617s, 6 lines.God is love.1 John 4:8.Earth, with her ten thousand flowers,Air, with all its beams and showers,Ocean’s infinite expanse,Heaven’s resplendent countenance;All around, and all above,Hath this record—God is love.2Sounds among the vales and hills,In the woods and by the rills,Of the breeze and of the bird,By the gentle murmur stirred;All these songs, beneath, above,Have one burden—God is love.3All the hopes and fears that startFrom the fountain of the heart;All the quiet bliss that liesIn our human sympathies;These are voices from above,Sweetly whispering—God is love.
43L. M.The heavens declare the glory of God.Psalm 19:1.The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue ethereal sky,And spangled heavens, a shining frame,Their great Original proclaim.2Th’ unwearied sun, from day to day,Does his Creator’s power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an almighty hand.3Soon as the evening shades prevail,The moon takes up the wondrous tale,And nightly to the listening earthRepeats the story of her birth:4While all the stars that round her burn,And all the planets in their turn,Confirm the tidings as they roll,And spread the truth from pole to pole,5What though in solemn silence allMove round this dark terrestrial ball—What though no real voice nor soundAmid their radiant orbs be found—6In reason’s ear they all rejoice,And utter forth a glorious voice;For ever singing as they shine,The hand that made us is divine!Addison.
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The heavens declare the glory of God.Psalm 19:1.
The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue ethereal sky,And spangled heavens, a shining frame,Their great Original proclaim.
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
2Th’ unwearied sun, from day to day,Does his Creator’s power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an almighty hand.
2Th’ unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
3Soon as the evening shades prevail,The moon takes up the wondrous tale,And nightly to the listening earthRepeats the story of her birth:
3Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
4While all the stars that round her burn,And all the planets in their turn,Confirm the tidings as they roll,And spread the truth from pole to pole,
4While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole,
5What though in solemn silence allMove round this dark terrestrial ball—What though no real voice nor soundAmid their radiant orbs be found—
5What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball—
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found—
6In reason’s ear they all rejoice,And utter forth a glorious voice;For ever singing as they shine,The hand that made us is divine!
6In reason’s ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine!
Addison.
44L. M.He is clothed with majesty.Psalm 93:1.Jehovah reigns: he dwells in light,Arrayed with majesty and might;The world, created by his hands,Still on its firm foundation stands.2But ere this spacious world was made,Or had its first foundation laid,His throne eternal ages stood,Himself the ever-living God.3For ever shall his throne endure;His promise stands for ever sure;And everlasting holinessBecomes the dwellings of his grace.Watts.
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He is clothed with majesty.Psalm 93:1.
Jehovah reigns: he dwells in light,Arrayed with majesty and might;The world, created by his hands,Still on its firm foundation stands.
Jehovah reigns: he dwells in light,
Arrayed with majesty and might;
The world, created by his hands,
Still on its firm foundation stands.
2But ere this spacious world was made,Or had its first foundation laid,His throne eternal ages stood,Himself the ever-living God.
2But ere this spacious world was made,
Or had its first foundation laid,
His throne eternal ages stood,
Himself the ever-living God.
3For ever shall his throne endure;His promise stands for ever sure;And everlasting holinessBecomes the dwellings of his grace.
3For ever shall his throne endure;
His promise stands for ever sure;
And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of his grace.
Watts.
45L. M.All thy works praise thee.Psalm 145:10.Nature, with all her powers shall singGod the Creator, and the King;Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seasDeny the tribute of their praise.2Begin to make his glories known,Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;Tune high your harps, and spread the soundTo the creation’s utmost bound.3Thus let our flaming zeal employOur loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs;Nations, pronounce with warmest joyHosanna, from ten thousand tongues.4Yet, mighty God, our feeble frameAttempts in vain to reach thy name;The strongest notes that angels raiseFaint in the worship and the praise.Watts.
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All thy works praise thee.Psalm 145:10.
Nature, with all her powers shall singGod the Creator, and the King;Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seasDeny the tribute of their praise.
Nature, with all her powers shall sing
God the Creator, and the King;
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas
Deny the tribute of their praise.
2Begin to make his glories known,Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;Tune high your harps, and spread the soundTo the creation’s utmost bound.
2Begin to make his glories known,
Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;
Tune high your harps, and spread the sound
To the creation’s utmost bound.
3Thus let our flaming zeal employOur loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs;Nations, pronounce with warmest joyHosanna, from ten thousand tongues.
3Thus let our flaming zeal employ
Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs;
Nations, pronounce with warmest joy
Hosanna, from ten thousand tongues.
4Yet, mighty God, our feeble frameAttempts in vain to reach thy name;The strongest notes that angels raiseFaint in the worship and the praise.
4Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy name;
The strongest notes that angels raise
Faint in the worship and the praise.
Watts.
46L. M.Thy saints shall bless thee.Psalm 145:10.Greatest of beings, source of life;Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!All nature feels thy pow’r, and allA silent homage pay to thee.2Waked by thy hand, the morning sunPours forth to thee its earlier rays,And spreads thy glories as it climbs;While raptured worlds look up and praise.3The moon, to the deep shades of night,Speaks the mild luster of thy name;While all the stars, that cheer the scene,Thee, the great Lord of light, proclaim.4And 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.5But 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.6Nor can the thousand songs that rise,Whether from air, or earth, or sea,So well repeat Jehovah’s praise,Or raise such sacred harmony.Watts.
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Thy saints shall bless thee.Psalm 145:10.
Greatest of beings, source of life;Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!All nature feels thy pow’r, and allA silent homage pay to thee.
Greatest of beings, source of life;
Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!
All nature feels thy pow’r, and all
A silent homage pay to thee.
2Waked by thy hand, the morning sunPours forth to thee its earlier rays,And spreads thy glories as it climbs;While raptured worlds look up and praise.
2Waked 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.
3The moon, to the deep shades of night,Speaks the mild luster of thy name;While all the stars, that cheer the scene,Thee, the great Lord of light, proclaim.
3The moon, to the deep shades of night,
Speaks the mild luster of thy name;
While all the stars, that cheer the scene,
Thee, the great Lord of light, proclaim.
4And 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.
4And 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.
5But 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.
5But 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.
6Nor can the thousand songs that rise,Whether from air, or earth, or sea,So well repeat Jehovah’s praise,Or raise such sacred harmony.
6Nor can the thousand songs that rise,
Whether from air, or earth, or sea,
So well repeat Jehovah’s praise,
Or raise such sacred harmony.
Watts.
47L. M.A hymn of praise.PART FIRST.Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;From realm to realm the notes shall sound,And heaven’s exulting sons rejoiceTo bear the full hosanna round.2When, starting from the shades of night,Obedient, Lord, to thy behest,The sun arrayed his limbs in lightAnd earth her virgin beauty drest;3Thy praise transported nature sungIn pealing chorus loud and far;The echoing vault with rapture rung,And shouted every morning star.4When bending from his native sky,The Lord of life in mercy came,And laid his bright effulgence by,To bear on earth a human name;5The song, by cherub voices raised,Rolled through the dark blue depths above,And Israel’s shepherds heard amazedThe seraph notes of peace and love.PART SECOND.And shall not man the concert join,For whom this bright creation rose—For whom the fires of morning shineAnd eve’s still lamps, that woo repose?2And shall not he the chorus swell,Whose form the incarnate Godhead wore,Whose guilt, whose fears, whose triumph tellHow deep the wounds his Saviour bore?3Long as yon glittering arch shall bend,Long as yon orbs in glory roll,Long as the streams of life descendTo cheer with hope the fainting soul,4Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice,Shall bid the song of rapture sound;And heaven’s exulting sons rejoiceTo bear the full hosanna round.
L. M.
A hymn of praise.
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;From realm to realm the notes shall sound,And heaven’s exulting sons rejoiceTo bear the full hosanna round.
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
From realm to realm the notes shall sound,
And heaven’s exulting sons rejoice
To bear the full hosanna round.
2When, starting from the shades of night,Obedient, Lord, to thy behest,The sun arrayed his limbs in lightAnd earth her virgin beauty drest;
2When, starting from the shades of night,
Obedient, Lord, to thy behest,
The sun arrayed his limbs in light
And earth her virgin beauty drest;
3Thy praise transported nature sungIn pealing chorus loud and far;The echoing vault with rapture rung,And shouted every morning star.
3Thy praise transported nature sung
In pealing chorus loud and far;
The echoing vault with rapture rung,
And shouted every morning star.
4When bending from his native sky,The Lord of life in mercy came,And laid his bright effulgence by,To bear on earth a human name;
4When bending from his native sky,
The Lord of life in mercy came,
And laid his bright effulgence by,
To bear on earth a human name;
5The song, by cherub voices raised,Rolled through the dark blue depths above,And Israel’s shepherds heard amazedThe seraph notes of peace and love.
5The song, by cherub voices raised,
Rolled through the dark blue depths above,
And Israel’s shepherds heard amazed
The seraph notes of peace and love.
And shall not man the concert join,For whom this bright creation rose—For whom the fires of morning shineAnd eve’s still lamps, that woo repose?
And shall not man the concert join,
For whom this bright creation rose—
For whom the fires of morning shine
And eve’s still lamps, that woo repose?
2And shall not he the chorus swell,Whose form the incarnate Godhead wore,Whose guilt, whose fears, whose triumph tellHow deep the wounds his Saviour bore?
2And shall not he the chorus swell,
Whose form the incarnate Godhead wore,
Whose guilt, whose fears, whose triumph tell
How deep the wounds his Saviour bore?
3Long as yon glittering arch shall bend,Long as yon orbs in glory roll,Long as the streams of life descendTo cheer with hope the fainting soul,
3Long as yon glittering arch shall bend,
Long as yon orbs in glory roll,
Long as the streams of life descend
To cheer with hope the fainting soul,
4Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice,Shall bid the song of rapture sound;And heaven’s exulting sons rejoiceTo bear the full hosanna round.
4Thy praise shall fill each grateful voice,
Shall bid the song of rapture sound;
And heaven’s exulting sons rejoice
To bear the full hosanna round.
48L. M.Praise of God peculiarly due from man.There seems a voice in every gale,A tongue in every opening flower,Which tells, O Lord! the wondrous taleOf thy indulgence, love, and power.2The birds that rise on soaring wingAppear to hymn their Maker’s praise,And all the mingling sounds of springTo thee a general paean raise.3And shall my voice, great God, aloneBe mute ’midst nature’s loud acclaim?No; let my heart with answering toneBreathe forth in praise thy holy name.4And nature’s debt is small to mine;Thou bad’st her being bounded be,But—matchless proof of love divine—Thou gav’st immortal life to me.Mrs. Opie.
L. M.
Praise of God peculiarly due from man.
There seems a voice in every gale,A tongue in every opening flower,Which tells, O Lord! the wondrous taleOf thy indulgence, love, and power.
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.
2The birds that rise on soaring wingAppear to hymn their Maker’s praise,And all the mingling sounds of springTo thee a general paean raise.
2The birds that rise on soaring wing
Appear to hymn their Maker’s praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee a general paean raise.
3And shall my voice, great God, aloneBe mute ’midst nature’s loud acclaim?No; let my heart with answering toneBreathe forth in praise thy holy name.
3And shall my voice, great God, alone
Be mute ’midst nature’s loud acclaim?
No; let my heart with answering tone
Breathe forth in praise thy holy name.
4And nature’s debt is small to mine;Thou bad’st her being bounded be,But—matchless proof of love divine—Thou gav’st immortal life to me.
4And nature’s debt is small to mine;
Thou bad’st her being bounded be,
But—matchless proof of love divine—
Thou gav’st immortal life to me.
Mrs. Opie.
49L. M. 6 linesGod the fountain of being, etc.Thou art, O God, the life and lightOf all the wondrous world we see;Its glow by day, its smile by night,Are but reflections caught from thee;Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.2When day, with farewell beam, delaysAmong the opening clouds of even,And we can almost think we gaze,Through opening vistas, into heaven—Those hues that mark the sun’s decline,So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.3When night, with wings of starry gloom,O’ershadows all the earth and skies,Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plumeIs sparkling with unnumbered dyes—That sacred gloom, those fires divine,So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.4When youthful Spring around us breathes,Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;And every flower that Summer wreathesIs born beneath thy kindling eye;Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.Moore.
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God the fountain of being, etc.
Thou art, O God, the life and lightOf all the wondrous world we see;Its glow by day, its smile by night,Are but reflections caught from thee;Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all the wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee;
Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2When day, with farewell beam, delaysAmong the opening clouds of even,And we can almost think we gaze,Through opening vistas, into heaven—Those hues that mark the sun’s decline,So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
2When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze,
Through opening vistas, into heaven—
Those hues that mark the sun’s decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3When night, with wings of starry gloom,O’ershadows all the earth and skies,Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plumeIs sparkling with unnumbered dyes—That sacred gloom, those fires divine,So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
3When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered dyes—
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
4When youthful Spring around us breathes,Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;And every flower that Summer wreathesIs born beneath thy kindling eye;Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.
4When youthful Spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that Summer wreathes
Is born beneath thy kindling eye;
Where’er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
Moore.
50C. M.God seen in all his works.I sing th’ almighty power of God,That made the mountains rise,That spread the flowing seas abroad,And built the lofty skies.2I sing the wisdom that ordainedThe sun to rule the day;The moon shines full at his command,And all the stars obey.3I sing the goodness of the Lord,That filled the earth with food;He formed the creatures with his word,And then pronounced them good.4Lord! how thy wonders are displayed,Where’er I turn my eye!If I survey the ground I tread,Or gaze upon the sky!5There’s not a plant or flower belowBut makes thy glories known;And clouds arise, and tempests blow,By order from thy throne.6Creatures that borrow life from theeAre subject to thy care;There’s not a place where we can fleeBut God is present there.Watts.
C. M.
God seen in all his works.
I sing th’ almighty power of God,That made the mountains rise,That spread the flowing seas abroad,And built the lofty skies.
I sing th’ almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
2I sing the wisdom that ordainedThe sun to rule the day;The moon shines full at his command,And all the stars obey.
2I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
3I sing the goodness of the Lord,That filled the earth with food;He formed the creatures with his word,And then pronounced them good.
3I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
4Lord! how thy wonders are displayed,Where’er I turn my eye!If I survey the ground I tread,Or gaze upon the sky!
4Lord! how thy wonders are displayed,
Where’er I turn my eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
5There’s not a plant or flower belowBut makes thy glories known;And clouds arise, and tempests blow,By order from thy throne.
5There’s not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.
6Creatures that borrow life from theeAre subject to thy care;There’s not a place where we can fleeBut God is present there.
6Creatures that borrow life from thee
Are subject to thy care;
There’s not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.
Watts.
51C. M.Bless the Lord, all his works.Psalm 103:22.Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir!In heavenly hights above,With harp, and voice, and soul of fire,Burning with perfect love.2Shine to his glory, worlds of light!Ye million suns of space;Ye moon and glittering stars of night,Running your mystic race.3Shout to Jehovah, surging main!In deep eternal roar;Let wave to wave resound the strain,And shore reply to shore.4Storm, lightning, thunder, hail and snow,Wild winds that keep his word,With the old mountains far below,Unite to bless the Lord.5And round the wide world let it roll,Whilst man shall lead it on;Join, every ransomed human soul,In glorious unison.
C. M.
Bless the Lord, all his works.Psalm 103:22.
Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir!In heavenly hights above,With harp, and voice, and soul of fire,Burning with perfect love.
Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir!
In heavenly hights above,
With harp, and voice, and soul of fire,
Burning with perfect love.
2Shine to his glory, worlds of light!Ye million suns of space;Ye moon and glittering stars of night,Running your mystic race.
2Shine to his glory, worlds of light!
Ye million suns of space;
Ye moon and glittering stars of night,
Running your mystic race.
3Shout to Jehovah, surging main!In deep eternal roar;Let wave to wave resound the strain,And shore reply to shore.
3Shout to Jehovah, surging main!
In deep eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound the strain,
And shore reply to shore.
4Storm, lightning, thunder, hail and snow,Wild winds that keep his word,With the old mountains far below,Unite to bless the Lord.
4Storm, lightning, thunder, hail and snow,
Wild winds that keep his word,
With the old mountains far below,
Unite to bless the Lord.
5And round the wide world let it roll,Whilst man shall lead it on;Join, every ransomed human soul,In glorious unison.
5And round the wide world let it roll,
Whilst man shall lead it on;
Join, every ransomed human soul,
In glorious unison.
52C. M.God seen in his works.There’s not a tint that paints the roseOr decks the lily fair,Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,But God has placed it there.2There’s not a star whose twinkling lightIllumes the distant earth,And cheers the solemn gloom of nightBut goodness gave it birth.3There’s not a cloud whose dews distillUpon the parching clod,And clothe with verdure vale and hill,That is not sent by God.4There’s not a place in earth’s vast round,In ocean deep, or air,Where skill and wisdom are not found;For God is everywhere.5Around, beneath, below, above,Wherever space extends,There heaven displays its boundless love,And power with goodness blends.Wallace.
C. M.
God seen in his works.
There’s not a tint that paints the roseOr decks the lily fair,Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,But God has placed it there.
There’s not a tint that paints the rose
Or decks the lily fair,
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.
2There’s not a star whose twinkling lightIllumes the distant earth,And cheers the solemn gloom of nightBut goodness gave it birth.
2There’s not a star whose twinkling light
Illumes the distant earth,
And cheers the solemn gloom of night
But goodness gave it birth.
3There’s not a cloud whose dews distillUpon the parching clod,And clothe with verdure vale and hill,That is not sent by God.
3There’s not a cloud whose dews distill
Upon the parching clod,
And clothe with verdure vale and hill,
That is not sent by God.
4There’s not a place in earth’s vast round,In ocean deep, or air,Where skill and wisdom are not found;For God is everywhere.
4There’s not a place in earth’s vast round,
In ocean deep, or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found;
For God is everywhere.
5Around, beneath, below, above,Wherever space extends,There heaven displays its boundless love,And power with goodness blends.
5Around, beneath, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
There heaven displays its boundless love,
And power with goodness blends.
Wallace.
53C. M.Praise him in the firmament of his power.Psalm 150:1.Begin my soul the lofty strain,In solemn accents singA sacred hymn of grateful praiseTo heaven’s almighty King.2Ye curling fountains, as ye rollYour silver waves along,Whisper to all your verdant shoresThe subject of my song.3Retain it long, ye echoing rocksThe sacred sound retain,And from your hollow winding cavesReturn it oft again.4Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,To distant climes away,And round the wide-extended worldThe lofty theme convey.5Take the glad burden of his name,Ye clouds, as you arise,Whether to deck the golden mornOr shade the evening skies.6Whilst we, with sacred rapture fired,The great Creator sing,And utter consecrated laysTo heaven’s eternal King.Mrs. Rowe.
C. M.
Praise him in the firmament of his power.Psalm 150:1.
Begin my soul the lofty strain,In solemn accents singA sacred hymn of grateful praiseTo heaven’s almighty King.
Begin my soul the lofty strain,
In solemn accents sing
A sacred hymn of grateful praise
To heaven’s almighty King.
2Ye curling fountains, as ye rollYour silver waves along,Whisper to all your verdant shoresThe subject of my song.
2Ye curling fountains, as ye roll
Your silver waves along,
Whisper to all your verdant shores
The subject of my song.
3Retain it long, ye echoing rocksThe sacred sound retain,And from your hollow winding cavesReturn it oft again.
3Retain it long, ye echoing rocks
The sacred sound retain,
And from your hollow winding caves
Return it oft again.
4Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,To distant climes away,And round the wide-extended worldThe lofty theme convey.
4Bear it, ye winds, on all your wings,
To distant climes away,
And round the wide-extended world
The lofty theme convey.
5Take the glad burden of his name,Ye clouds, as you arise,Whether to deck the golden mornOr shade the evening skies.
5Take the glad burden of his name,
Ye clouds, as you arise,
Whether to deck the golden morn
Or shade the evening skies.
6Whilst we, with sacred rapture fired,The great Creator sing,And utter consecrated laysTo heaven’s eternal King.
6Whilst we, with sacred rapture fired,
The great Creator sing,
And utter consecrated lays
To heaven’s eternal King.
Mrs. Rowe.
54C. M. D.The hymn of the seasons.The heavenly spheres to thee, O God,Attune their evening hymn;All-wise, all-holy, thou art praisedIn song of seraphim.Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,Unite to worship thee,While thy majestic greatness fillsSpace, time, eternity.2Nature, a temple worthy thee,Beams with thy light and love;Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,Whose stars rejoice above;Whose altars are the mountain cliffsThat rise along the shore;Whose anthems, the sublime accordOf storm and ocean roar.3Her song of gratitude is sungBy spring’s awakening hours;Her summer offers at thy shrineIts earliest, loveliest flowers;Her autumn brings its golden fruits,In glorious luxury given;While winter’s silver hights reflectThy brightness back to heaven.Bowring.
C. M. D.
The hymn of the seasons.
The heavenly spheres to thee, O God,Attune their evening hymn;All-wise, all-holy, thou art praisedIn song of seraphim.Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,Unite to worship thee,While thy majestic greatness fillsSpace, time, eternity.
The heavenly spheres to thee, O God,
Attune their evening hymn;
All-wise, all-holy, thou art praised
In song of seraphim.
Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,
Unite to worship thee,
While thy majestic greatness fills
Space, time, eternity.
2Nature, a temple worthy thee,Beams with thy light and love;Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,Whose stars rejoice above;Whose altars are the mountain cliffsThat rise along the shore;Whose anthems, the sublime accordOf storm and ocean roar.
2Nature, a temple worthy thee,
Beams with thy light and love;
Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,
Whose stars rejoice above;
Whose altars are the mountain cliffs
That rise along the shore;
Whose anthems, the sublime accord
Of storm and ocean roar.
3Her song of gratitude is sungBy spring’s awakening hours;Her summer offers at thy shrineIts earliest, loveliest flowers;Her autumn brings its golden fruits,In glorious luxury given;While winter’s silver hights reflectThy brightness back to heaven.
3Her song of gratitude is sung
By spring’s awakening hours;
Her summer offers at thy shrine
Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
Her autumn brings its golden fruits,
In glorious luxury given;
While winter’s silver hights reflect
Thy brightness back to heaven.
Bowring.
55C. H. M.The ineffable glory of God.Since o’er thy footstool here belowSuch radiant gems are strewn,O, what magnificence must glow,Great God, about thy throne!So brilliant here these drops of light—There the full ocean rolls, how bright!2If night’s blue curtain of the sky—With thousand stars inwrought,Hung like a royal canopyWith glittering diamonds fraught—Be, Lord, thy temple’s outer vail,What splendor at the shrine must dwell!3The dazzling sun at noonday hour—Forth from his flaming vaseFlinging o’er earth the golden showerTill vale and mountain blaze—But shows, Lord, one beam of thine;What, then, the day where thou dost shine!4O, how shall these dim eyes endureThat noon of living rays!Or how our spirits, so impure,Upon thy glory gaze!Anoint, Lord, anoint our sight,And fit us for that world of light.Muhlenberg.
C. H. M.
The ineffable glory of God.
Since o’er thy footstool here belowSuch radiant gems are strewn,O, what magnificence must glow,Great God, about thy throne!So brilliant here these drops of light—There the full ocean rolls, how bright!
Since o’er thy footstool here below
Such radiant gems are strewn,
O, what magnificence must glow,
Great God, about thy throne!
So brilliant here these drops of light—
There the full ocean rolls, how bright!
2If night’s blue curtain of the sky—With thousand stars inwrought,Hung like a royal canopyWith glittering diamonds fraught—Be, Lord, thy temple’s outer vail,What splendor at the shrine must dwell!
2If night’s blue curtain of the sky—
With thousand stars inwrought,
Hung like a royal canopy
With glittering diamonds fraught—
Be, Lord, thy temple’s outer vail,
What splendor at the shrine must dwell!
3The dazzling sun at noonday hour—Forth from his flaming vaseFlinging o’er earth the golden showerTill vale and mountain blaze—But shows, Lord, one beam of thine;What, then, the day where thou dost shine!
3The dazzling sun at noonday hour—
Forth from his flaming vase
Flinging o’er earth the golden shower
Till vale and mountain blaze—
But shows, Lord, one beam of thine;
What, then, the day where thou dost shine!
4O, how shall these dim eyes endureThat noon of living rays!Or how our spirits, so impure,Upon thy glory gaze!Anoint, Lord, anoint our sight,And fit us for that world of light.
4O, how shall these dim eyes endure
That noon of living rays!
Or how our spirits, so impure,
Upon thy glory gaze!
Anoint, Lord, anoint our sight,
And fit us for that world of light.
Muhlenberg.
56S. M.The Lord Jehovah reigns.The Lord Jehovah reigns,Let all the nations fear;Let sinners tremble at his throne,And saints be humble there.2Jesus, the Saviour, reigns;Let earth adore its Lord;Bright cherubs his attendants wait,Swift to fulfill his word.3In Zion stands his throne;His honors are divine;His church shall make his wonders known,For there his glories shine.4How holy is his name!How fearful is his praise!Justice, and truth, and judgment joinIn all the works of grace.Watts.
S. M.
The Lord Jehovah reigns.
The Lord Jehovah reigns,Let all the nations fear;Let sinners tremble at his throne,And saints be humble there.
The Lord Jehovah reigns,
Let all the nations fear;
Let sinners tremble at his throne,
And saints be humble there.
2Jesus, the Saviour, reigns;Let earth adore its Lord;Bright cherubs his attendants wait,Swift to fulfill his word.
2Jesus, the Saviour, reigns;
Let earth adore its Lord;
Bright cherubs his attendants wait,
Swift to fulfill his word.
3In Zion stands his throne;His honors are divine;His church shall make his wonders known,For there his glories shine.
3In Zion stands his throne;
His honors are divine;
His church shall make his wonders known,
For there his glories shine.
4How holy is his name!How fearful is his praise!Justice, and truth, and judgment joinIn all the works of grace.
4How holy is his name!
How fearful is his praise!
Justice, and truth, and judgment join
In all the works of grace.
Watts.
57S. P. M.Jehovah reigns.The Lord Jehovah reigns,And royal state maintains,His head with awful glories crowned;Arrayed in robes of light,Begirt with sovereign might,And rays of majesty around.2Upheld by thy commands,The world securely stands,And skies and stars obey thy word:Thy throne was fixed on highBefore the starry sky:Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord!3Thy promises are true;Thy grace is ever new;There fixed, thy church shall ne’er remove:Thy saints, with holy fear,Shall in thy courts appear,And sing thine everlasting love.Watts.
S. P. M.
Jehovah reigns.
The Lord Jehovah reigns,And royal state maintains,His head with awful glories crowned;Arrayed in robes of light,Begirt with sovereign might,And rays of majesty around.
The Lord Jehovah reigns,
And royal state maintains,
His head with awful glories crowned;
Arrayed in robes of light,
Begirt with sovereign might,
And rays of majesty around.
2Upheld by thy commands,The world securely stands,And skies and stars obey thy word:Thy throne was fixed on highBefore the starry sky:Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord!
2Upheld by thy commands,
The world securely stands,
And skies and stars obey thy word:
Thy throne was fixed on high
Before the starry sky:
Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord!
3Thy promises are true;Thy grace is ever new;There fixed, thy church shall ne’er remove:Thy saints, with holy fear,Shall in thy courts appear,And sing thine everlasting love.
3Thy promises are true;
Thy grace is ever new;
There fixed, thy church shall ne’er remove:
Thy saints, with holy fear,
Shall in thy courts appear,
And sing thine everlasting love.
Watts.
587s.Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.Psalm 150.Praise the Lord, his glories show,Saints within his courts below,Angels round his throne above,All that see and share his love!2Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,Tell his wonders, sing his worth;Age to age, and shore to shore,Praise him, praise him, evermore!3Praise the Lord, his mercies trace;Praise his providence and grace—All that he for man hath done,All he sends us through his Son.4Strings and voices, hands and hearts,In the concert bear your parts:All that breathe, your Lord adore;Praise him, praise him, evermore!F. Lyte.
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Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.Psalm 150.
Praise the Lord, his glories show,Saints within his courts below,Angels round his throne above,All that see and share his love!
Praise the Lord, his glories show,
Saints within his courts below,
Angels round his throne above,
All that see and share his love!
2Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,Tell his wonders, sing his worth;Age to age, and shore to shore,Praise him, praise him, evermore!
2Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,
Tell his wonders, sing his worth;
Age to age, and shore to shore,
Praise him, praise him, evermore!
3Praise the Lord, his mercies trace;Praise his providence and grace—All that he for man hath done,All he sends us through his Son.
3Praise the Lord, his mercies trace;
Praise his providence and grace—
All that he for man hath done,
All he sends us through his Son.
4Strings and voices, hands and hearts,In the concert bear your parts:All that breathe, your Lord adore;Praise him, praise him, evermore!
4Strings and voices, hands and hearts,
In the concert bear your parts:
All that breathe, your Lord adore;
Praise him, praise him, evermore!
F. Lyte.
597s, double.Source of being, source of light.Source of being, source of light,With unfading beauties bright;Thee, when morning greets the skies,Blushing sweet with humid eyes;Thee, when soft declining daySinks, in purple waves away;Thee, O Parent, will I sing,To thy feet my tribute bring!2Yonder azure vault on high,Yonder blue, low, liquid sky;Earth, on its firm basis placed,And with circling waves embraced;All-creating power confess,All their mighty Maker bless;Shaking nature with thy nod,Earth and heaven confess their God,3Father, King, whose heavenly faceShines serene upon our race;Mindful of thy guardian care,Slow to punish, prone to spare;We thy majesty adore,We thy well-known aid implore;Not in vain thy aid we call,Nothing want, for thou art all!C. Wesley.
7s, double.
Source of being, source of light.
Source of being, source of light,With unfading beauties bright;Thee, when morning greets the skies,Blushing sweet with humid eyes;Thee, when soft declining daySinks, in purple waves away;Thee, O Parent, will I sing,To thy feet my tribute bring!
Source of being, source of light,
With unfading beauties bright;
Thee, when morning greets the skies,
Blushing sweet with humid eyes;
Thee, when soft declining day
Sinks, in purple waves away;
Thee, O Parent, will I sing,
To thy feet my tribute bring!
2Yonder azure vault on high,Yonder blue, low, liquid sky;Earth, on its firm basis placed,And with circling waves embraced;All-creating power confess,All their mighty Maker bless;Shaking nature with thy nod,Earth and heaven confess their God,
2Yonder azure vault on high,
Yonder blue, low, liquid sky;
Earth, on its firm basis placed,
And with circling waves embraced;
All-creating power confess,
All their mighty Maker bless;
Shaking nature with thy nod,
Earth and heaven confess their God,
3Father, King, whose heavenly faceShines serene upon our race;Mindful of thy guardian care,Slow to punish, prone to spare;We thy majesty adore,We thy well-known aid implore;Not in vain thy aid we call,Nothing want, for thou art all!
3Father, King, whose heavenly face
Shines serene upon our race;
Mindful of thy guardian care,
Slow to punish, prone to spare;
We thy majesty adore,
We thy well-known aid implore;
Not in vain thy aid we call,
Nothing want, for thou art all!
C. Wesley.
607s.All the earth doth worship thee.God eternal, Lord of all!Lowly at thy feet we fall:All the earth doth worship thee,We amid the throng would be.2All the holy angels cry,Hail, thrice holy, God Most High,Glorified Apostles raise,Night and day, continual praise.J. E. Millard.
7s.
All the earth doth worship thee.
God eternal, Lord of all!Lowly at thy feet we fall:All the earth doth worship thee,We amid the throng would be.
God eternal, Lord of all!
Lowly at thy feet we fall:
All the earth doth worship thee,
We amid the throng would be.
2All the holy angels cry,Hail, thrice holy, God Most High,Glorified Apostles raise,Night and day, continual praise.
2All the holy angels cry,
Hail, thrice holy, God Most High,
Glorified Apostles raise,
Night and day, continual praise.
J. E. Millard.
617s, 6 lines.God is love.1 John 4:8.Earth, with her ten thousand flowers,Air, with all its beams and showers,Ocean’s infinite expanse,Heaven’s resplendent countenance;All around, and all above,Hath this record—God is love.2Sounds among the vales and hills,In the woods and by the rills,Of the breeze and of the bird,By the gentle murmur stirred;All these songs, beneath, above,Have one burden—God is love.3All the hopes and fears that startFrom the fountain of the heart;All the quiet bliss that liesIn our human sympathies;These are voices from above,Sweetly whispering—God is love.
7s, 6 lines.
God is love.1 John 4:8.
Earth, with her ten thousand flowers,Air, with all its beams and showers,Ocean’s infinite expanse,Heaven’s resplendent countenance;All around, and all above,Hath this record—God is love.
Earth, with her ten thousand flowers,
Air, with all its beams and showers,
Ocean’s infinite expanse,
Heaven’s resplendent countenance;
All around, and all above,
Hath this record—God is love.
2Sounds among the vales and hills,In the woods and by the rills,Of the breeze and of the bird,By the gentle murmur stirred;All these songs, beneath, above,Have one burden—God is love.
2Sounds among the vales and hills,
In the woods and by the rills,
Of the breeze and of the bird,
By the gentle murmur stirred;
All these songs, beneath, above,
Have one burden—God is love.
3All the hopes and fears that startFrom the fountain of the heart;All the quiet bliss that liesIn our human sympathies;These are voices from above,Sweetly whispering—God is love.
3All the hopes and fears that start
From the fountain of the heart;
All the quiet bliss that lies
In our human sympathies;
These are voices from above,
Sweetly whispering—God is love.
GOD: IN PROVIDENCE.62L. M.Grace and glory.The Almighty reigns exalted highO’er all the earth, o’er all the sky;Though clouds and darkness vail his feet,His dwelling is the mercy-seat.2O ye that love his holy name,Hate every work of sin and shame;He guards the souls of all his friends,And from the snares of hell defends.3Immortal light and joys unknownAre for the saints in darkness sown;Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,And the bright harvest bless our eyes.4Rejoice, ye righteous, and recordThe sacred honors of the Lord;None but the soul that feels his graceCan triumph in his holiness.Watts.63L. M.God in all.There’s nothing bright, above, below,From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,But in its light my soul can seeSome features of the Deity.2There’s nothing dark below, above,But in its gloom I trace thy love,And meekly wait the moment whenThy touch shall make all bright again.3The light, the dark, where’er I look,Shall be one pure and shining book,Where I may read, in words of flame,The glories of thy wondrous name.Moore.64L. M.Be thou exalted, O my God.My God, in whom are all the springsOf boundless love and grace unknown,Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,Till the dark cloud is overblown.2Up to the heavens I send my cry,The Lord will my desires perform;He sends his angels from the sky,And saves me from the threatening storm,3My heart is fixed: my song shall raiseImmortal honors to thy name;Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,My tongue, the glory of my frame.4High o’er earth his mercy reigns,And reaches to the utmost sky;His truth to endless years remains,When lower worlds dissolve and die.5Be thou exalted, O my God!Above the heavens where angels dwell;Thy power on earth be known abroad,And land to land thy wonders tell.65L. M.Unchanging trust.No change of time shall ever shockMy firm affection, Lord, to thee;For thou hast always been my rock,A fortress and defense to me.2Thou my deliverer art, my God;My trust is in thy mighty power;Thou art my shield from foes abroad—At home my safeguard and my tower.3To thee I will address my prayer,To whom all praise I justly owe;So shall I by thy watchful care,Be guarded from my treacherous foe.Tate & Brady.66L. M.God ever near.O love divine, that stooped to shareOur sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,On thee is cast each earth-born care,We smile at pain while thou art near!2Though long the weary way we tread,And sorrow crown each lingering year,No path we shun, no darkness dread,Our hearts still whispering thou art near!3When drooping pleasure turns to grief,And trembling faith is changed to fear,The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,Shall softly tell us, thou art near!4On thee we fling our burdening woe,O love divine, for ever dear,Content to suffer while we know,Living and dying, thou art near!O. W. Holmes.67L. M.Contentment.Phil. 4:11.O Lord, how full of sweet contentMy years of pilgrimage are spent!Where’er I dwell, I dwell with thee,In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.2To me remains nor place nor time;My country is in every clime:I can be calm and free from careOn any shore, since God is there.3While place I seek, or place I shun,The soul finds happiness in none;But with my God to guide my way,’Tis equal joy to go or stay.4Could I be cast where thou art not,That were indeed a dreadful lot;But regions none remote I call,Secure of finding God in all.Madame Guyon.68L. M. 6 lines.Thy will be done.He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower;Alike they’re needful for the flower;And joys and tears alike are sentTo give the soul fit nourishment:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!2Can loving children e’er reproveWith murmurs whom they trust and love?Creator, I would ever beA trusting, loving child to thee:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!3O ne’er will I at life repine!Enough that thou hast made it mine;When fall the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing, with parting breath—As comes to me or shade or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!Sarah F. Adams.69L. M.The wisdom of God.Wait, O my soul, thy Maker’s will;Tumultuous passions, all be still!Nor let a murmuring thought arise;His ways are just, his counsels wise.2He in the thickest darkness dwells,Performs his work, the cause conceals;But, though his methods are unknown,Judgment and truth support his throne.3In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,He executes his firm decrees;And by his saints it stands confest,That what he does is ever best.4Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,Prostrate before his awful seat;And, ’midst the terrors of his rod,Trust in a wise and gracious God.Beddome.70L. M. 6 lines.Psalm 23.The Lord my pasture shall prepare,And feed me with a shepherd’s care;His presence shall my wants supply,And guard me with a watchful eye:My noonday walks he shall attend,And all my midnight hours defend.2When in the sultry glebe I faint,Or on the thirsty mountains pant,To fertile vales and dewy meadsMy weary, wandering steps he leads,Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,Amid the verdant landscape flow.3Though in a bare and rugged way,Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,His bounty shall my pains beguile;The barren wilderness shall smile,With lively greens and herbage crowned,And streams shall murmur all around.4Though in the paths of death I tread,With gloomy horrors overspread,My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,For thou, O Lord! art with me still;Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,And guide me through the dismal shade.Addison.71L. M.Who is like unto thee, O Israel?Deut. 33:29.With Israel’s God, who can compare?Or who, like Israel, happy are?O, people saved by the Lord,He is our shield and great reward.2Upheld by everlasting arms,We are secure from foes and harms;In vain their plots, and false their boasts—Our refuge is the Lord of hosts!Newton.72L. P. M.Psalm 146.I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,And when my voice is lost in death,Praise shall employ my nobler powers:My days of praise shall ne’er be past,While life and thought and being last,And immortality endures.2Happy the man whose hopes relyOn Israel’s God: he made the sky,And earth, and seas, with all their train.His truth for ever stands secure:He saves th’ oppressed, he feeds the poor,And none shall find his promise vain.3The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;The Lord supports the fainting mind,He sends the laboring conscience peace:He helps the stranger in distress,The widow and the fatherless,And grants the prisoner sweet release.4I’ll praise him while he gives me breath,And when my voice is lost in death,Praise shall employ my nobler powers:My days of praise shall ne’er be past,While life, and thought, and being last,And immortality endures.Watts.73C. M.God of Bethel.Gen. 20:19-22.O God of Bethel, by whose handThy people still are fed;Who through this weary pilgrimageHast all our fathers led—2Our vows, our prayers we now presentBefore thy throne of grace;God of our fathers, be the GodOf their succeeding race.3Through each succeeding path of life,Our wandering footsteps guide;Give us each day our daily bread,And raiment fit provide.4O spread thy covering wings around,Till all our wanderings cease,And at our Father’s loved abodeOur souls arrive in peace.Doddridge.74C. M.God the trust of his saints.O thou my light, my life, my joy,My glory and my all!Unsent by thee, no good can come,Nor evil can befall.2Such are thy schemes of providence,And methods of thy grace,That I may safely trust in theeThrough all this wilderness.3’Tis thine outstretched and powerful armUpholds me in the way;And thy rich bounty well suppliesThe wants of every day,4For such compassion, O my God!Ten thousand thanks are due;For such compassion I esteemTen thousand thanks too few.75C. M.Our dwelling place in all generations.Psalm 90.Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home!2Under the shadow of thy throneThy saints have dwelt secure:Sufficient is thine arm alone,And our defense is sure.3Before the hills in order stood,Or earth received her frame,From everlasting thou art God,To endless years the same.4A thousand ages in thy sightAre like an evening gone;Short as the watch that ends the nightBefore the rising sun.5Time, like an ever-rolling stream,Bears all its sons away;They fly forgotten as a dreamDies at the opening day.6Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Be thou our guard while troubles last,And our eternal home.Watts.76C. M.The goodness of God.Sweet is the memory of thy grace,My God, my heavenly King;Let age to age thy righteousnessIn songs of glory sing.2God reigns on high, but ne’er confinesHis goodness to the skies:Through the whole earth his bounty shines,And every want supplies.3With longing eyes thy creatures waitOn thee for daily food,Thy liberal hand provides their meat,And fills their mouths with good.4How kind are thy compassions, Lord!How slow thine anger moves!But soon he sends his pardoning wordTo cheer the souls he loves.5Creatures, with all their endless race,Thy power and praise proclaim:But saints that taste thy richer grace,Delight to bless thy name.Watts.77C. M.Your heavenly Father feedeth them.Matt. 6:25-34.O why despond in life’s dark vale?Why sink to fears a prey?Th’ almighty power can never fail,His love can ne’er decay.2Behold the birds that wing the air,Nor sow nor reap the grain;Yet God, with all a father’s care,Relieves when they complain.3Behold the lilies of the field:They toil nor labor know;Yet royal robes to theirs must yield,In beauty’s richest glow.4That God who hears the raven’s cry,Who decks the lily’s form,Will surely all your wants supply,And shield you in the storm.5Seek first his kingdom’s grace to share:Its righteousness pursue:And all that needs your earthly careHe will bestow on you.78C. M.Gratitude.When all thy mercies, O my God,My rising soul surveys,Transported with the view I’m lostIn wonder, love, and praise.2Unnumbered comforts on my soulThy tender care bestowed,Before my infant heart conceivedFrom whom those comforts flowed.3When in the slippery paths of youthWith heedless steps I ran,Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,And led me up to man.4Ten thousand thousand precious giftsMy daily thanks employ,Nor is the least a cheerful heart,That tastes those gifts with joy.5Through every period of my lifeThy goodness I’ll pursue;And after death, in distant worlds,The glorious theme renew.6Through all eternity, to theeA joyful song I’ll raise;But O! eternity’s too shortTo utter all thy praise!Addison.79C. M.Thy judgments are a great deep.Psalm 36:6.God moves in a mysterious wayHis wonders to perform;He plants his footsteps on the sea,And rides upon the storm.2Deep in unfathomable minesOf never-failing skill,He treasures up his bright designs,And works his gracious will.3You fearful saints, fresh courage take;The clouds you so much dreadAre big with mercy, and shall breakIn blessings on your head.4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust him for his grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.5His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.6Blind unbelief is sure to err,And scan his work in vain:God is his own interpreter,And he will make it plain.Cowper.80C. M.My God, how wonderful thou art.My God, how wonderful thou art,Thy majesty how bright!How glorious is thy mercy-seat,In depths of burning light!2Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,Almighty as thou art;For thou hast stooped to ask of meThe love of my poor heart.3No earthly father loves like thee,No mother half so mildBears and forbears, as thou hast doneWith me, thy sinful child.4My God, how wonderful thou art,Thou everlasting Friend!On thee I stay my trusting heart,Till faith in vision end.81C. M.The God of my life.Father of mercies! God of love!My Father and my God!I’ll sing the honors of thy name,And spread thy praise abroad.2In every period of my lifeThy thoughts of love appear;Thy mercies gild each transient scene,And crown each passing year.3In all thy mercies, may my soulA Father’s bounty see;Nor let the gifts thy grace bestowsEstrange my heart from thee.4Teach me, in times of deep distress,To own thy hand, O God!And in submissive silence learnThe lessons of thy rod.5Then may I close my eyes in death,Redeemed from anxious fear:For death itself, my God, is life,If thou be with me there.Raffles.82C. M.In the winds.Isaiah 27:8.Great Ruler of all nature’s frame,We own thy power divine;We hear thy breath in every stormFor all the winds are thine.2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,They work thy sovereign will;And, awed by the majestic voice,Confusion shall be still.3Thy mercy tempers every blastTo them that seek thy face,And mingles with the tempest’s roar,The whispers of thy grace.4Those gentle whispers let me hear,Till all the tumult cease;And gales of paradise shall lullMy weary soul to peace.Doddridge.83C. M.His tender mercies are over all his works.Psalm 145:9.Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess;Thy goodness we adore:A spring whose blessings never fail;A sea without a shore.2Sun, moon, and stars thy love attestIn every golden ray;Love draws the curtains of the night,And love brings back the day.3Thy bounty every season crownsWith all the bliss it yields,With joyful clusters loads the vines,With strengthening grain the fields.4But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,Is in the gospel seen;There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,Without a cloud between.5There, pardon, peace, and holy joy,Through Jesus’ name are given;He on the cross was lifted high,That we might reign in heaven.Gibbons.84C. M. 6 lines.Seeing him who is invisible.Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,Above that dome of sky,Further than thought itself can flee,Thy dwelling is on high:Yet dear the awful thought to me,That thou, my God, art nigh!2Art nigh, and yet my laboring mindFeels after thee in vain,Thee in these works of power to find,Or to thy seat attain.Thy messenger the stormy wind;Thy path, the trackless main:3These speak of thee with loud acclaim;They thunder forth thy praise,The glorious honor of thy name,The wonders of thy ways:But thou art not in tempest flameNor in the noontide blaze.4We hear thy voice when thunders rollThrough the wide fields of air;The waves obey thy dread control;But still, thou art not there:Where shall I find him, O my soul!Who yet is everywhere?5O! not in circling depth or hight,But in the conscious breast,Present to faith, though vailed from sight;There doth his Spirit rest:O, come, thou Presence infinite!And make thy creature blest.Conder.85C. M.Just and true are thy ways.Rev. 15:3.Since all the varying scenes of timeGod’s watchful eye surveys,O, who so wise to choose our lot,Or to appoint our ways!2Good when he gives—supremely good—Nor less when he denies;E’en crosses, from his sovereign hand,Are blessings in disguise.3Why should we doubt a Father’s loveSo constant and so kind?To his unerring, gracious willBe every wish resigned.86C. M.God is love.1 John 4:8.I can not always trace the wayWhere thou, almighty One, dost move;But I can always, always say,That God is love.2When fear her chilling mantle flingsO’er earth, my soul to heaven above,As to her native home, upsprings;For God is love.3When mystery clouds my darkened path,I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;In this my soul sweet comfort hath,That God is love.4O may this truth my heart employ,And every gloomy thought remove;It fills my soul with boundless joy,That God is love!Charlotte Elliott.87C. M.Thou hast taught me from my youth.Psalm 71.Almighty Father of mankind!On thee my hopes remain;And when the day of trouble comes,I shall not trust in vain.2In early years, thou wast my guide,And of my youth the friend;And, as my days began with thee,With thee my days shall end.3I know the Power in whom I trust,The arm on which I lean;He will my Saviour ever be,Who has my Saviour been.4Thou wilt not cast me off, when ageAnd evil days descend;Thou wilt not leave me in despair,To mourn my latter end.5Therefore, in life I’ll trust in thee;In death I will adore;And after death will sing thy praise,When time shall be no more.Logan.88C. M.All things are yours.1 Cor. 3:21.Since God is mine, then present thingsAnd things to come are mine;Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,And glory all divine.2Since he is mine, then from his loveHe every trouble sends;All things are working for my good,And bliss his rod attends.3Since he is mine, I need not fearThe rage of earth and hell;He will support my feeble power,Their utmost force repel.4Since he is mine, let friends forsake,Let wealth and honors flee:Sure, he who giveth me himself,Is more than these to me.5Since he is mine, I’ll boldly passThrough death’s dark, lonely vale:He is my comfort and my stay,When heart and flesh shall fail.6And now, O Lord, since thou art mine,What can I wish beside?My soul shall at the fountain live,When all the streams are dried.Beddome.89C. M.Providence.Let the whole race of creatures lieIn dust before the Lord!Whate’er his powerful hand has formed,He governs with a word.2Ten thousand ages ere the skiesWere into motion brought,All the long years and worlds to comeStood present to his thought.3There’s not a sparrow, or a worm,O’erlooked in his decrees:He raises monarchs to a throne,Or sinks with equal ease.4If light attend the course I go,’Tis he provides the rays;And ’tis his hand that hides the sun,If darkness cloud my days.5Trusting his wisdom and his love,I would not wish to knowWhat, in the book of his decrees,Awaits me here below.6Be this alone my fervent prayer:Whate’er my lot may be,Or joys, or sorrows—may they formMy soul for heaven and thee!Watts.90C. M.Majesty of God.Psalm 18.The Lord descended from aboveAnd bowed the heavens most high,And underneath his feet he castThe darkness of the sky.2On cherubim and seraphimFull royally he rode;And on the wings of mighty winds,Came flying all abroad.3He sat serene upon the floods,Their fury to restrain;And he, as sovereign Lord and King,For evermore shall reign.Sternhold.91S. M.Now we know in part.1 Cor. 13:12.Thy way is in the sea;Thy paths we can not trace;Nor solve, O Lord, the mysteryOf thy unbounded grace.2Here the dark vails of senseOur captive souls surround;Mysterious deeps of providenceOur wandering thoughts confound.3As through a glass we seeThe wonders of thy love;How little do we know of thee,Or of the joys above.4In part we know thy will,And bless thee for the sight;Soon will thy love the rest revealIn glory’s clearer light.5With joy shall we surveyThy providence and grace;And spend an everlasting dayIn wonder, love and praise.Fawcett.92S. M.He careth for you.1 Peter 5:7.How gentle God’s commands!How kind his precepts are!Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,And trust his constant care.2His bounty will provide,His saints securely dwell;That hand which bears creation up,Shall guard his children well.3Why should this anxious loadPress down your weary mind?O, seek your heavenly Father’s throne,And peace and comfort find.4His goodness stands approved,Unchanged from day to day;I’ll drop my burden at his feet,And bear a song away.Doddridge.93S. M.Praise for mercies.O bless the Lord, my soul!Let all within me join,And aid my tongue to bless his nameWhose favors are divine.2O bless the Lord, my soul!Nor let his mercies lieForgotten in unthankfulness,And without praises die.3’Tis he forgives thy sins;’Tis he relieves thy pain;’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,And gives thee strength again.4He crowns thy life with love,When rescued from the grave;He that redeemed our souls from death,Hath boundless power to save.5He fills the poor with good;He gives the sufferers rest:The Lord hath justice for the proud,And mercy for the oppressed.6His wondrous works and waysHe made by Moses known;But sent the world his truth and graceBy his beloved Son.Watts.94S. M.Psalm 23.The Lord my shepherd is;I shall be well supplied:Since he is mine, and I am his,What can I want beside?2He leads me to the placeWhere heavenly pasture grows,Where living waters gently pass,And full salvation flows.3If e’er I go astray,He doth my soul reclaim,And guides me in his own right way,For his most holy name.4While he affords his aid,I can not yield to fear;Tho’ I should walk thro’ death’s dark shade,My shepherd’s with me there.Watts.95S. M.His mercy endureth for ever.Psalm 103.My soul, repeat his praiseWhose mercies are so great;Whose anger is so slow to rise,So ready to abate.2High as the heavens are raisedAbove the ground we tread,So far the riches of his graceOur highest thoughts exceed.3His power subdues our sins,And his forgiving love,Far as the east is from the west,Doth all our guilt remove.4The pity of the Lord,To those that fear his name,Is such as tender parents feel:He knows our feeble frame.5Our days are as the grass,Or like the morning flower:If one sharp blast sweeps o’er the field,It withers in an hour.6But thy compassions, Lord,To endless years endure;And children’s children ever findThy words of promise sure.Watts.96S. M.The fountain.God is the fountain whenceTen thousand blessings flow;To him my life, my health, and friends,And every good, I owe.2The comforts he affordsAre neither few nor small;He is the source of fresh delights,My portion and my all.3He fills my heart with joy,My lips attunes for praise;And to his glory I’ll devoteThe remnant of my days.977s, double.Psalm 136.Let us with a joyful mindPraise the Lord, for he is kind;For his mercies shall endure,Ever faithful, ever sure.Let us sound his name abroad,For of gods he is the GodWho by wisdom did createHeaven’s expanse and all its state;2Did the solid earth ordainHow to rise above the main;Who, by his commanding might,Filled the new-made world with light;Caused the golden-tresséd sunAll the day his course to run;And the moon to shine by night,’Mid her spangled sisters bright.3All his creatures God doth feed,His full hand supplies their need;Let us therefore warble forthHis 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.Milton.98P. M.Thou art my hiding place.Psalm 32:7.To thee, O God! to thee,With lowly heart I bend;Lord, to my prayer attend,And haste to succor me,Thou never-failing friend!For seas of trouble o’er me roll,And ’whelm with tears my sinking soul.2On thee, O God! on thee,With humble hope I’ll lean;Thou who hast ever beenA hiding place to meIn many a troubled scene;Whose heart, with love and mercy fraught,Back to the fold thy wanderer brought.Wm. Wilson.998s & 7s.The elder brother.Yes, for me, for me he carethWith a brother’s tender care;Yes, with me, with me he sharethEvery burden, every fear.2Yes, o’er me, o’er me he watcheth,Ceaseless watcheth, night and day;Yes, e’en me, e’en me he snatchethFrom the perils of the way.3Yes, for me he standeth pleadingAt the mercy-seat above;Ever for me interceding,Constant in untiring love.4Yes, in me abroad he sheddethJoys unearthly, love and light;And to cover me he spreadethHis paternal wing of might.5Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth;I in him, and he in me!And my empty soul he filleth,Here and through eternity.6Thus I wait for his returning,Singing all the way to heaven:Such the joyful song of morningSuch the tranquil song of even.Bonar.10010s & 11s.Jehovah jireh.Gen. 22:14.Though troubles assail, and dangers affright,Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide.2The birds without barn or storehouse are fed;From them let us learn to trust for our bread:His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied,So long as ’tis written, The Lord will provide.3We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossedOn perilous deeps, but can not be lost:Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,The promise engages, The Lord will provide.4His call we obey, like Abrah’m of old,Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold:For though we are strangers, we have a good guide,And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will provide.5No strength of our own, or goodness, we claim;But since we have known the Saviour’s great name,In this our strong tower for safety we hide—The Lord is our power—The Lord will provide.6When life sinks apace, and death is in view,The word of his grace shall comfort us through:Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide.Newton.1018s & 7s.Praise the King of heaven.Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;To his feet thy tribute bring;Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,Who like me his praise should sing?Praise him! praise him!Praise the everlasting King!2Praise him for his grace and favorTo our fathers in distress;Praise him, still the same for ever:Slow to chide, and swift to bless;Praise him! praise him!Glorious in his faithfulness!3Father-like he tends and spares us;Well our feeble frame he knows;In his hands he gently bears us—Rescues us from all our foes;Praise him! praise him!Widely as his mercy flows!4Angels, help us to adore him:Ye behold him face to face;Sun and moon, bow down before him;Dwellers all in time and space,Praise him! praise him!Praise with us the God of grace!F. Lyte.10210s & 11s.God glorious.O, worship the King all-glorious above,And gratefully sing his wonderful love—Our shield and defender, the ancient of days,Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.2O tell of his might, and sing of his grace,Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.3Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.4Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail,Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end,Our Maker, Defender, Preserver, and Friend.5O Father Almighty, how faithful thy love!While angels delight to hymn thee above,The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.Grant.10311s.Psalm 23.The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.2Through the valley and shadow of death tho’ I stray,Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;No harm can befall, with my comforter near.3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;O what shall I ask of thy providence more?4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God!Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.Montgomery.1049s & 6s.Fear not, little flock.Luke 12:32.Yes! our Shepherd leads with gentle hand,Through the dark pilgrim-land,His flock, so dearly bought,So long and fondly sought.Hallelujah!2When in clouds and mist the weak ones stray,He shows again the way,And points to them afarA bright and guiding star.Hallelujah!3Tenderly he watches from on highWith an unwearied eye;He comforts and sustains,In all their fears and pains.Hallelujah!4Through the parched, dreary desert he will guideTo the green fountain-side:Through the dark, stormy night,To a calm land of light.Hallelujah!5Yes! his “little flock” are ne’er forgot;His mercy changes not:Our home is safe above,Within his arms of love.Hallelujah!Krummacker.
62L. M.Grace and glory.The Almighty reigns exalted highO’er all the earth, o’er all the sky;Though clouds and darkness vail his feet,His dwelling is the mercy-seat.2O ye that love his holy name,Hate every work of sin and shame;He guards the souls of all his friends,And from the snares of hell defends.3Immortal light and joys unknownAre for the saints in darkness sown;Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,And the bright harvest bless our eyes.4Rejoice, ye righteous, and recordThe sacred honors of the Lord;None but the soul that feels his graceCan triumph in his holiness.Watts.
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Grace and glory.
The Almighty reigns exalted highO’er all the earth, o’er all the sky;Though clouds and darkness vail his feet,His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
The Almighty reigns exalted high
O’er all the earth, o’er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness vail his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.
2O ye that love his holy name,Hate every work of sin and shame;He guards the souls of all his friends,And from the snares of hell defends.
2O ye that love his holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame;
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.
3Immortal light and joys unknownAre for the saints in darkness sown;Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
3Immortal light and joys unknown
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4Rejoice, ye righteous, and recordThe sacred honors of the Lord;None but the soul that feels his graceCan triumph in his holiness.
4Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honors of the Lord;
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.
Watts.
63L. M.God in all.There’s nothing bright, above, below,From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,But in its light my soul can seeSome features of the Deity.2There’s nothing dark below, above,But in its gloom I trace thy love,And meekly wait the moment whenThy touch shall make all bright again.3The light, the dark, where’er I look,Shall be one pure and shining book,Where I may read, in words of flame,The glories of thy wondrous name.Moore.
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God in all.
There’s nothing bright, above, below,From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,But in its light my soul can seeSome features of the Deity.
There’s nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some features of the Deity.
2There’s nothing dark below, above,But in its gloom I trace thy love,And meekly wait the moment whenThy touch shall make all bright again.
2There’s nothing dark below, above,
But in its gloom I trace thy love,
And meekly wait the moment when
Thy touch shall make all bright again.
3The light, the dark, where’er I look,Shall be one pure and shining book,Where I may read, in words of flame,The glories of thy wondrous name.
3The light, the dark, where’er I look,
Shall be one pure and shining book,
Where I may read, in words of flame,
The glories of thy wondrous name.
Moore.
64L. M.Be thou exalted, O my God.My God, in whom are all the springsOf boundless love and grace unknown,Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,Till the dark cloud is overblown.2Up to the heavens I send my cry,The Lord will my desires perform;He sends his angels from the sky,And saves me from the threatening storm,3My heart is fixed: my song shall raiseImmortal honors to thy name;Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,My tongue, the glory of my frame.4High o’er earth his mercy reigns,And reaches to the utmost sky;His truth to endless years remains,When lower worlds dissolve and die.5Be thou exalted, O my God!Above the heavens where angels dwell;Thy power on earth be known abroad,And land to land thy wonders tell.
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Be thou exalted, O my God.
My God, in whom are all the springsOf boundless love and grace unknown,Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,Till the dark cloud is overblown.
My God, in whom are all the springs
Of boundless love and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown.
2Up to the heavens I send my cry,The Lord will my desires perform;He sends his angels from the sky,And saves me from the threatening storm,
2Up to the heavens I send my cry,
The Lord will my desires perform;
He sends his angels from the sky,
And saves me from the threatening storm,
3My heart is fixed: my song shall raiseImmortal honors to thy name;Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,My tongue, the glory of my frame.
3My heart is fixed: my song shall raise
Immortal honors to thy name;
Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise,
My tongue, the glory of my frame.
4High o’er earth his mercy reigns,And reaches to the utmost sky;His truth to endless years remains,When lower worlds dissolve and die.
4High o’er earth his mercy reigns,
And reaches to the utmost sky;
His truth to endless years remains,
When lower worlds dissolve and die.
5Be thou exalted, O my God!Above the heavens where angels dwell;Thy power on earth be known abroad,And land to land thy wonders tell.
5Be thou exalted, O my God!
Above the heavens where angels dwell;
Thy power on earth be known abroad,
And land to land thy wonders tell.
65L. M.Unchanging trust.No change of time shall ever shockMy firm affection, Lord, to thee;For thou hast always been my rock,A fortress and defense to me.2Thou my deliverer art, my God;My trust is in thy mighty power;Thou art my shield from foes abroad—At home my safeguard and my tower.3To thee I will address my prayer,To whom all praise I justly owe;So shall I by thy watchful care,Be guarded from my treacherous foe.Tate & Brady.
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Unchanging trust.
No change of time shall ever shockMy firm affection, Lord, to thee;For thou hast always been my rock,A fortress and defense to me.
No change of time shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been my rock,
A fortress and defense to me.
2Thou my deliverer art, my God;My trust is in thy mighty power;Thou art my shield from foes abroad—At home my safeguard and my tower.
2Thou my deliverer art, my God;
My trust is in thy mighty power;
Thou art my shield from foes abroad—
At home my safeguard and my tower.
3To thee I will address my prayer,To whom all praise I justly owe;So shall I by thy watchful care,Be guarded from my treacherous foe.
3To thee I will address my prayer,
To whom all praise I justly owe;
So shall I by thy watchful care,
Be guarded from my treacherous foe.
Tate & Brady.
66L. M.God ever near.O love divine, that stooped to shareOur sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,On thee is cast each earth-born care,We smile at pain while thou art near!2Though long the weary way we tread,And sorrow crown each lingering year,No path we shun, no darkness dread,Our hearts still whispering thou art near!3When drooping pleasure turns to grief,And trembling faith is changed to fear,The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,Shall softly tell us, thou art near!4On thee we fling our burdening woe,O love divine, for ever dear,Content to suffer while we know,Living and dying, thou art near!O. W. Holmes.
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God ever near.
O love divine, that stooped to shareOur sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,On thee is cast each earth-born care,We smile at pain while thou art near!
O love divine, that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,
On thee is cast each earth-born care,
We smile at pain while thou art near!
2Though long the weary way we tread,And sorrow crown each lingering year,No path we shun, no darkness dread,Our hearts still whispering thou art near!
2Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whispering thou art near!
3When drooping pleasure turns to grief,And trembling faith is changed to fear,The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,Shall softly tell us, thou art near!
3When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us, thou art near!
4On thee we fling our burdening woe,O love divine, for ever dear,Content to suffer while we know,Living and dying, thou art near!
4On thee we fling our burdening woe,
O love divine, for ever dear,
Content to suffer while we know,
Living and dying, thou art near!
O. W. Holmes.
67L. M.Contentment.Phil. 4:11.O Lord, how full of sweet contentMy years of pilgrimage are spent!Where’er I dwell, I dwell with thee,In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.2To me remains nor place nor time;My country is in every clime:I can be calm and free from careOn any shore, since God is there.3While place I seek, or place I shun,The soul finds happiness in none;But with my God to guide my way,’Tis equal joy to go or stay.4Could I be cast where thou art not,That were indeed a dreadful lot;But regions none remote I call,Secure of finding God in all.Madame Guyon.
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Contentment.Phil. 4:11.
O Lord, how full of sweet contentMy years of pilgrimage are spent!Where’er I dwell, I dwell with thee,In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
O Lord, how full of sweet content
My years of pilgrimage are spent!
Where’er I dwell, I dwell with thee,
In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
2To me remains nor place nor time;My country is in every clime:I can be calm and free from careOn any shore, since God is there.
2To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime:
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
3While place I seek, or place I shun,The soul finds happiness in none;But with my God to guide my way,’Tis equal joy to go or stay.
3While place I seek, or place I shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with my God to guide my way,
’Tis equal joy to go or stay.
4Could I be cast where thou art not,That were indeed a dreadful lot;But regions none remote I call,Secure of finding God in all.
4Could I be cast where thou art not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot;
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.
Madame Guyon.
68L. M. 6 lines.Thy will be done.He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower;Alike they’re needful for the flower;And joys and tears alike are sentTo give the soul fit nourishment:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!2Can loving children e’er reproveWith murmurs whom they trust and love?Creator, I would ever beA trusting, loving child to thee:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!3O ne’er will I at life repine!Enough that thou hast made it mine;When fall the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing, with parting breath—As comes to me or shade or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!Sarah F. Adams.
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Thy will be done.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower;Alike they’re needful for the flower;And joys and tears alike are sentTo give the soul fit nourishment:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower;
Alike they’re needful for the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, thy will, not mine, be done!
2Can loving children e’er reproveWith murmurs whom they trust and love?Creator, I would ever beA trusting, loving child to thee:As comes to me or cloud or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!
2Can loving children e’er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator, I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to thee:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, thy will, not mine, be done!
3O ne’er will I at life repine!Enough that thou hast made it mine;When fall the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing, with parting breath—As comes to me or shade or sun,Father, thy will, not mine, be done!
3O ne’er will I at life repine!
Enough that thou hast made it mine;
When fall the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing, with parting breath—
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father, thy will, not mine, be done!
Sarah F. Adams.
69L. M.The wisdom of God.Wait, O my soul, thy Maker’s will;Tumultuous passions, all be still!Nor let a murmuring thought arise;His ways are just, his counsels wise.2He in the thickest darkness dwells,Performs his work, the cause conceals;But, though his methods are unknown,Judgment and truth support his throne.3In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,He executes his firm decrees;And by his saints it stands confest,That what he does is ever best.4Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,Prostrate before his awful seat;And, ’midst the terrors of his rod,Trust in a wise and gracious God.Beddome.
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The wisdom of God.
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker’s will;Tumultuous passions, all be still!Nor let a murmuring thought arise;His ways are just, his counsels wise.
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker’s will;
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2He in the thickest darkness dwells,Performs his work, the cause conceals;But, though his methods are unknown,Judgment and truth support his throne.
2He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But, though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,He executes his firm decrees;And by his saints it stands confest,That what he does is ever best.
3In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confest,
That what he does is ever best.
4Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,Prostrate before his awful seat;And, ’midst the terrors of his rod,Trust in a wise and gracious God.
4Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat;
And, ’midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.
Beddome.
70L. M. 6 lines.Psalm 23.The Lord my pasture shall prepare,And feed me with a shepherd’s care;His presence shall my wants supply,And guard me with a watchful eye:My noonday walks he shall attend,And all my midnight hours defend.2When in the sultry glebe I faint,Or on the thirsty mountains pant,To fertile vales and dewy meadsMy weary, wandering steps he leads,Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,Amid the verdant landscape flow.3Though in a bare and rugged way,Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,His bounty shall my pains beguile;The barren wilderness shall smile,With lively greens and herbage crowned,And streams shall murmur all around.4Though in the paths of death I tread,With gloomy horrors overspread,My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,For thou, O Lord! art with me still;Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,And guide me through the dismal shade.Addison.
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Psalm 23.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,And feed me with a shepherd’s care;His presence shall my wants supply,And guard me with a watchful eye:My noonday walks he shall attend,And all my midnight hours defend.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2When in the sultry glebe I faint,Or on the thirsty mountains pant,To fertile vales and dewy meadsMy weary, wandering steps he leads,Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,Amid the verdant landscape flow.
2When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3Though in a bare and rugged way,Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,His bounty shall my pains beguile;The barren wilderness shall smile,With lively greens and herbage crowned,And streams shall murmur all around.
3Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
His bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With lively greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
4Though in the paths of death I tread,With gloomy horrors overspread,My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,For thou, O Lord! art with me still;Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,And guide me through the dismal shade.
4Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord! art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dismal shade.
Addison.
71L. M.Who is like unto thee, O Israel?Deut. 33:29.With Israel’s God, who can compare?Or who, like Israel, happy are?O, people saved by the Lord,He is our shield and great reward.2Upheld by everlasting arms,We are secure from foes and harms;In vain their plots, and false their boasts—Our refuge is the Lord of hosts!Newton.
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Who is like unto thee, O Israel?Deut. 33:29.
With Israel’s God, who can compare?Or who, like Israel, happy are?O, people saved by the Lord,He is our shield and great reward.
With Israel’s God, who can compare?
Or who, like Israel, happy are?
O, people saved by the Lord,
He is our shield and great reward.
2Upheld by everlasting arms,We are secure from foes and harms;In vain their plots, and false their boasts—Our refuge is the Lord of hosts!
2Upheld by everlasting arms,
We are secure from foes and harms;
In vain their plots, and false their boasts—
Our refuge is the Lord of hosts!
Newton.
72L. P. M.Psalm 146.I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,And when my voice is lost in death,Praise shall employ my nobler powers:My days of praise shall ne’er be past,While life and thought and being last,And immortality endures.2Happy the man whose hopes relyOn Israel’s God: he made the sky,And earth, and seas, with all their train.His truth for ever stands secure:He saves th’ oppressed, he feeds the poor,And none shall find his promise vain.3The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;The Lord supports the fainting mind,He sends the laboring conscience peace:He helps the stranger in distress,The widow and the fatherless,And grants the prisoner sweet release.4I’ll praise him while he gives me breath,And when my voice is lost in death,Praise shall employ my nobler powers:My days of praise shall ne’er be past,While life, and thought, and being last,And immortality endures.Watts.
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Psalm 146.
I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,And when my voice is lost in death,Praise shall employ my nobler powers:My days of praise shall ne’er be past,While life and thought and being last,And immortality endures.
I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
And immortality endures.
2Happy the man whose hopes relyOn Israel’s God: he made the sky,And earth, and seas, with all their train.His truth for ever stands secure:He saves th’ oppressed, he feeds the poor,And none shall find his promise vain.
2Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel’s God: he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train.
His truth for ever stands secure:
He saves th’ oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
3The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;The Lord supports the fainting mind,He sends the laboring conscience peace:He helps the stranger in distress,The widow and the fatherless,And grants the prisoner sweet release.
3The Lord pours eyesight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind,
He sends the laboring conscience peace:
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
4I’ll praise him while he gives me breath,And when my voice is lost in death,Praise shall employ my nobler powers:My days of praise shall ne’er be past,While life, and thought, and being last,And immortality endures.
4I’ll praise him while he gives me breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
And immortality endures.
Watts.
73C. M.God of Bethel.Gen. 20:19-22.O God of Bethel, by whose handThy people still are fed;Who through this weary pilgrimageHast all our fathers led—2Our vows, our prayers we now presentBefore thy throne of grace;God of our fathers, be the GodOf their succeeding race.3Through each succeeding path of life,Our wandering footsteps guide;Give us each day our daily bread,And raiment fit provide.4O spread thy covering wings around,Till all our wanderings cease,And at our Father’s loved abodeOur souls arrive in peace.Doddridge.
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God of Bethel.Gen. 20:19-22.
O God of Bethel, by whose handThy people still are fed;Who through this weary pilgrimageHast all our fathers led—
O God of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led—
2Our vows, our prayers we now presentBefore thy throne of grace;God of our fathers, be the GodOf their succeeding race.
2Our vows, our prayers we now present
Before thy throne of grace;
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.
3Through each succeeding path of life,Our wandering footsteps guide;Give us each day our daily bread,And raiment fit provide.
3Through each succeeding path of life,
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
4O spread thy covering wings around,Till all our wanderings cease,And at our Father’s loved abodeOur souls arrive in peace.
4O spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father’s loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.
Doddridge.
74C. M.God the trust of his saints.O thou my light, my life, my joy,My glory and my all!Unsent by thee, no good can come,Nor evil can befall.2Such are thy schemes of providence,And methods of thy grace,That I may safely trust in theeThrough all this wilderness.3’Tis thine outstretched and powerful armUpholds me in the way;And thy rich bounty well suppliesThe wants of every day,4For such compassion, O my God!Ten thousand thanks are due;For such compassion I esteemTen thousand thanks too few.
C. M.
God the trust of his saints.
O thou my light, my life, my joy,My glory and my all!Unsent by thee, no good can come,Nor evil can befall.
O thou my light, my life, my joy,
My glory and my all!
Unsent by thee, no good can come,
Nor evil can befall.
2Such are thy schemes of providence,And methods of thy grace,That I may safely trust in theeThrough all this wilderness.
2Such are thy schemes of providence,
And methods of thy grace,
That I may safely trust in thee
Through all this wilderness.
3’Tis thine outstretched and powerful armUpholds me in the way;And thy rich bounty well suppliesThe wants of every day,
3’Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm
Upholds me in the way;
And thy rich bounty well supplies
The wants of every day,
4For such compassion, O my God!Ten thousand thanks are due;For such compassion I esteemTen thousand thanks too few.
4For such compassion, O my God!
Ten thousand thanks are due;
For such compassion I esteem
Ten thousand thanks too few.
75C. M.Our dwelling place in all generations.Psalm 90.Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home!2Under the shadow of thy throneThy saints have dwelt secure:Sufficient is thine arm alone,And our defense is sure.3Before the hills in order stood,Or earth received her frame,From everlasting thou art God,To endless years the same.4A thousand ages in thy sightAre like an evening gone;Short as the watch that ends the nightBefore the rising sun.5Time, like an ever-rolling stream,Bears all its sons away;They fly forgotten as a dreamDies at the opening day.6Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Be thou our guard while troubles last,And our eternal home.Watts.
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Our dwelling place in all generations.Psalm 90.
Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Our shelter from the stormy blast,And our eternal home!
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!
2Under the shadow of thy throneThy saints have dwelt secure:Sufficient is thine arm alone,And our defense is sure.
2Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure:
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
3Before the hills in order stood,Or earth received her frame,From everlasting thou art God,To endless years the same.
3Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4A thousand ages in thy sightAre like an evening gone;Short as the watch that ends the nightBefore the rising sun.
4A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
5Time, like an ever-rolling stream,Bears all its sons away;They fly forgotten as a dreamDies at the opening day.
5Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
6Our God, our help in ages past,Our hope for years to come,Be thou our guard while troubles last,And our eternal home.
6Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
Watts.
76C. M.The goodness of God.Sweet is the memory of thy grace,My God, my heavenly King;Let age to age thy righteousnessIn songs of glory sing.2God reigns on high, but ne’er confinesHis goodness to the skies:Through the whole earth his bounty shines,And every want supplies.3With longing eyes thy creatures waitOn thee for daily food,Thy liberal hand provides their meat,And fills their mouths with good.4How kind are thy compassions, Lord!How slow thine anger moves!But soon he sends his pardoning wordTo cheer the souls he loves.5Creatures, with all their endless race,Thy power and praise proclaim:But saints that taste thy richer grace,Delight to bless thy name.Watts.
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The goodness of God.
Sweet is the memory of thy grace,My God, my heavenly King;Let age to age thy righteousnessIn songs of glory sing.
Sweet is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;
Let age to age thy righteousness
In songs of glory sing.
2God reigns on high, but ne’er confinesHis goodness to the skies:Through the whole earth his bounty shines,And every want supplies.
2God reigns on high, but ne’er confines
His goodness to the skies:
Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
3With longing eyes thy creatures waitOn thee for daily food,Thy liberal hand provides their meat,And fills their mouths with good.
3With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food,
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4How kind are thy compassions, Lord!How slow thine anger moves!But soon he sends his pardoning wordTo cheer the souls he loves.
4How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pardoning word
To cheer the souls he loves.
5Creatures, with all their endless race,Thy power and praise proclaim:But saints that taste thy richer grace,Delight to bless thy name.
5Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim:
But saints that taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.
Watts.
77C. M.Your heavenly Father feedeth them.Matt. 6:25-34.O why despond in life’s dark vale?Why sink to fears a prey?Th’ almighty power can never fail,His love can ne’er decay.2Behold the birds that wing the air,Nor sow nor reap the grain;Yet God, with all a father’s care,Relieves when they complain.3Behold the lilies of the field:They toil nor labor know;Yet royal robes to theirs must yield,In beauty’s richest glow.4That God who hears the raven’s cry,Who decks the lily’s form,Will surely all your wants supply,And shield you in the storm.5Seek first his kingdom’s grace to share:Its righteousness pursue:And all that needs your earthly careHe will bestow on you.
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Your heavenly Father feedeth them.Matt. 6:25-34.
O why despond in life’s dark vale?Why sink to fears a prey?Th’ almighty power can never fail,His love can ne’er decay.
O why despond in life’s dark vale?
Why sink to fears a prey?
Th’ almighty power can never fail,
His love can ne’er decay.
2Behold the birds that wing the air,Nor sow nor reap the grain;Yet God, with all a father’s care,Relieves when they complain.
2Behold the birds that wing the air,
Nor sow nor reap the grain;
Yet God, with all a father’s care,
Relieves when they complain.
3Behold the lilies of the field:They toil nor labor know;Yet royal robes to theirs must yield,In beauty’s richest glow.
3Behold the lilies of the field:
They toil nor labor know;
Yet royal robes to theirs must yield,
In beauty’s richest glow.
4That God who hears the raven’s cry,Who decks the lily’s form,Will surely all your wants supply,And shield you in the storm.
4That God who hears the raven’s cry,
Who decks the lily’s form,
Will surely all your wants supply,
And shield you in the storm.
5Seek first his kingdom’s grace to share:Its righteousness pursue:And all that needs your earthly careHe will bestow on you.
5Seek first his kingdom’s grace to share:
Its righteousness pursue:
And all that needs your earthly care
He will bestow on you.
78C. M.Gratitude.When all thy mercies, O my God,My rising soul surveys,Transported with the view I’m lostIn wonder, love, and praise.2Unnumbered comforts on my soulThy tender care bestowed,Before my infant heart conceivedFrom whom those comforts flowed.3When in the slippery paths of youthWith heedless steps I ran,Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,And led me up to man.4Ten thousand thousand precious giftsMy daily thanks employ,Nor is the least a cheerful heart,That tastes those gifts with joy.5Through every period of my lifeThy goodness I’ll pursue;And after death, in distant worlds,The glorious theme renew.6Through all eternity, to theeA joyful song I’ll raise;But O! eternity’s too shortTo utter all thy praise!Addison.
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Gratitude.
When all thy mercies, O my God,My rising soul surveys,Transported with the view I’m lostIn wonder, love, and praise.
When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2Unnumbered comforts on my soulThy tender care bestowed,Before my infant heart conceivedFrom whom those comforts flowed.
2Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3When in the slippery paths of youthWith heedless steps I ran,Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,And led me up to man.
3When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
4Ten thousand thousand precious giftsMy daily thanks employ,Nor is the least a cheerful heart,That tastes those gifts with joy.
4Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5Through every period of my lifeThy goodness I’ll pursue;And after death, in distant worlds,The glorious theme renew.
5Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
6Through all eternity, to theeA joyful song I’ll raise;But O! eternity’s too shortTo utter all thy praise!
6Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
But O! eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise!
Addison.
79C. M.Thy judgments are a great deep.Psalm 36:6.God moves in a mysterious wayHis wonders to perform;He plants his footsteps on the sea,And rides upon the storm.2Deep in unfathomable minesOf never-failing skill,He treasures up his bright designs,And works his gracious will.3You fearful saints, fresh courage take;The clouds you so much dreadAre big with mercy, and shall breakIn blessings on your head.4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust him for his grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.5His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.6Blind unbelief is sure to err,And scan his work in vain:God is his own interpreter,And he will make it plain.Cowper.
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Thy judgments are a great deep.Psalm 36:6.
God moves in a mysterious wayHis wonders to perform;He plants his footsteps on the sea,And rides upon the storm.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2Deep in unfathomable minesOf never-failing skill,He treasures up his bright designs,And works his gracious will.
2Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.
3You fearful saints, fresh courage take;The clouds you so much dreadAre big with mercy, and shall breakIn blessings on your head.
3You fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,But trust him for his grace;Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face.
4Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
5His purposes will ripen fast,Unfolding every hour;The bud may have a bitter taste,But sweet will be the flower.
5His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6Blind unbelief is sure to err,And scan his work in vain:God is his own interpreter,And he will make it plain.
6Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.
Cowper.
80C. M.My God, how wonderful thou art.My God, how wonderful thou art,Thy majesty how bright!How glorious is thy mercy-seat,In depths of burning light!2Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,Almighty as thou art;For thou hast stooped to ask of meThe love of my poor heart.3No earthly father loves like thee,No mother half so mildBears and forbears, as thou hast doneWith me, thy sinful child.4My God, how wonderful thou art,Thou everlasting Friend!On thee I stay my trusting heart,Till faith in vision end.
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My God, how wonderful thou art.
My God, how wonderful thou art,Thy majesty how bright!How glorious is thy mercy-seat,In depths of burning light!
My God, how wonderful thou art,
Thy majesty how bright!
How glorious is thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
2Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,Almighty as thou art;For thou hast stooped to ask of meThe love of my poor heart.
2Yet I may love thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as thou art;
For thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
3No earthly father loves like thee,No mother half so mildBears and forbears, as thou hast doneWith me, thy sinful child.
3No earthly father loves like thee,
No mother half so mild
Bears and forbears, as thou hast done
With me, thy sinful child.
4My God, how wonderful thou art,Thou everlasting Friend!On thee I stay my trusting heart,Till faith in vision end.
4My God, how wonderful thou art,
Thou everlasting Friend!
On thee I stay my trusting heart,
Till faith in vision end.
81C. M.The God of my life.Father of mercies! God of love!My Father and my God!I’ll sing the honors of thy name,And spread thy praise abroad.2In every period of my lifeThy thoughts of love appear;Thy mercies gild each transient scene,And crown each passing year.3In all thy mercies, may my soulA Father’s bounty see;Nor let the gifts thy grace bestowsEstrange my heart from thee.4Teach me, in times of deep distress,To own thy hand, O God!And in submissive silence learnThe lessons of thy rod.5Then may I close my eyes in death,Redeemed from anxious fear:For death itself, my God, is life,If thou be with me there.Raffles.
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The God of my life.
Father of mercies! God of love!My Father and my God!I’ll sing the honors of thy name,And spread thy praise abroad.
Father of mercies! God of love!
My Father and my God!
I’ll sing the honors of thy name,
And spread thy praise abroad.
2In every period of my lifeThy thoughts of love appear;Thy mercies gild each transient scene,And crown each passing year.
2In every period of my life
Thy thoughts of love appear;
Thy mercies gild each transient scene,
And crown each passing year.
3In all thy mercies, may my soulA Father’s bounty see;Nor let the gifts thy grace bestowsEstrange my heart from thee.
3In all thy mercies, may my soul
A Father’s bounty see;
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows
Estrange my heart from thee.
4Teach me, in times of deep distress,To own thy hand, O God!And in submissive silence learnThe lessons of thy rod.
4Teach me, in times of deep distress,
To own thy hand, O God!
And in submissive silence learn
The lessons of thy rod.
5Then may I close my eyes in death,Redeemed from anxious fear:For death itself, my God, is life,If thou be with me there.
5Then may I close my eyes in death,
Redeemed from anxious fear:
For death itself, my God, is life,
If thou be with me there.
Raffles.
82C. M.In the winds.Isaiah 27:8.Great Ruler of all nature’s frame,We own thy power divine;We hear thy breath in every stormFor all the winds are thine.2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,They work thy sovereign will;And, awed by the majestic voice,Confusion shall be still.3Thy mercy tempers every blastTo them that seek thy face,And mingles with the tempest’s roar,The whispers of thy grace.4Those gentle whispers let me hear,Till all the tumult cease;And gales of paradise shall lullMy weary soul to peace.Doddridge.
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In the winds.Isaiah 27:8.
Great Ruler of all nature’s frame,We own thy power divine;We hear thy breath in every stormFor all the winds are thine.
Great Ruler of all nature’s frame,
We own thy power divine;
We hear thy breath in every storm
For all the winds are thine.
2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,They work thy sovereign will;And, awed by the majestic voice,Confusion shall be still.
2Wide as they sweep their sounding way,
They work thy sovereign will;
And, awed by the majestic voice,
Confusion shall be still.
3Thy mercy tempers every blastTo them that seek thy face,And mingles with the tempest’s roar,The whispers of thy grace.
3Thy mercy tempers every blast
To them that seek thy face,
And mingles with the tempest’s roar,
The whispers of thy grace.
4Those gentle whispers let me hear,Till all the tumult cease;And gales of paradise shall lullMy weary soul to peace.
4Those gentle whispers let me hear,
Till all the tumult cease;
And gales of paradise shall lull
My weary soul to peace.
Doddridge.
83C. M.His tender mercies are over all his works.Psalm 145:9.Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess;Thy goodness we adore:A spring whose blessings never fail;A sea without a shore.2Sun, moon, and stars thy love attestIn every golden ray;Love draws the curtains of the night,And love brings back the day.3Thy bounty every season crownsWith all the bliss it yields,With joyful clusters loads the vines,With strengthening grain the fields.4But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,Is in the gospel seen;There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,Without a cloud between.5There, pardon, peace, and holy joy,Through Jesus’ name are given;He on the cross was lifted high,That we might reign in heaven.Gibbons.
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His tender mercies are over all his works.Psalm 145:9.
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess;Thy goodness we adore:A spring whose blessings never fail;A sea without a shore.
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess;
Thy goodness we adore:
A spring whose blessings never fail;
A sea without a shore.
2Sun, moon, and stars thy love attestIn every golden ray;Love draws the curtains of the night,And love brings back the day.
2Sun, moon, and stars thy love attest
In every golden ray;
Love draws the curtains of the night,
And love brings back the day.
3Thy bounty every season crownsWith all the bliss it yields,With joyful clusters loads the vines,With strengthening grain the fields.
3Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields,
With joyful clusters loads the vines,
With strengthening grain the fields.
4But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,Is in the gospel seen;There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,Without a cloud between.
4But chiefly thy compassion, Lord,
Is in the gospel seen;
There, like a sun, thy mercy shines,
Without a cloud between.
5There, pardon, peace, and holy joy,Through Jesus’ name are given;He on the cross was lifted high,That we might reign in heaven.
5There, pardon, peace, and holy joy,
Through Jesus’ name are given;
He on the cross was lifted high,
That we might reign in heaven.
Gibbons.
84C. M. 6 lines.Seeing him who is invisible.Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,Above that dome of sky,Further than thought itself can flee,Thy dwelling is on high:Yet dear the awful thought to me,That thou, my God, art nigh!2Art nigh, and yet my laboring mindFeels after thee in vain,Thee in these works of power to find,Or to thy seat attain.Thy messenger the stormy wind;Thy path, the trackless main:3These speak of thee with loud acclaim;They thunder forth thy praise,The glorious honor of thy name,The wonders of thy ways:But thou art not in tempest flameNor in the noontide blaze.4We hear thy voice when thunders rollThrough the wide fields of air;The waves obey thy dread control;But still, thou art not there:Where shall I find him, O my soul!Who yet is everywhere?5O! not in circling depth or hight,But in the conscious breast,Present to faith, though vailed from sight;There doth his Spirit rest:O, come, thou Presence infinite!And make thy creature blest.Conder.
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Seeing him who is invisible.
Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,Above that dome of sky,Further than thought itself can flee,Thy dwelling is on high:Yet dear the awful thought to me,That thou, my God, art nigh!
Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Further than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high:
Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh!
2Art nigh, and yet my laboring mindFeels after thee in vain,Thee in these works of power to find,Or to thy seat attain.Thy messenger the stormy wind;Thy path, the trackless main:
2Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind
Feels after thee in vain,
Thee in these works of power to find,
Or to thy seat attain.
Thy messenger the stormy wind;
Thy path, the trackless main:
3These speak of thee with loud acclaim;They thunder forth thy praise,The glorious honor of thy name,The wonders of thy ways:But thou art not in tempest flameNor in the noontide blaze.
3These speak of thee with loud acclaim;
They thunder forth thy praise,
The glorious honor of thy name,
The wonders of thy ways:
But thou art not in tempest flame
Nor in the noontide blaze.
4We hear thy voice when thunders rollThrough the wide fields of air;The waves obey thy dread control;But still, thou art not there:Where shall I find him, O my soul!Who yet is everywhere?
4We hear thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air;
The waves obey thy dread control;
But still, thou art not there:
Where shall I find him, O my soul!
Who yet is everywhere?
5O! not in circling depth or hight,But in the conscious breast,Present to faith, though vailed from sight;There doth his Spirit rest:O, come, thou Presence infinite!And make thy creature blest.
5O! not in circling depth or hight,
But in the conscious breast,
Present to faith, though vailed from sight;
There doth his Spirit rest:
O, come, thou Presence infinite!
And make thy creature blest.
Conder.
85C. M.Just and true are thy ways.Rev. 15:3.Since all the varying scenes of timeGod’s watchful eye surveys,O, who so wise to choose our lot,Or to appoint our ways!2Good when he gives—supremely good—Nor less when he denies;E’en crosses, from his sovereign hand,Are blessings in disguise.3Why should we doubt a Father’s loveSo constant and so kind?To his unerring, gracious willBe every wish resigned.
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Just and true are thy ways.Rev. 15:3.
Since all the varying scenes of timeGod’s watchful eye surveys,O, who so wise to choose our lot,Or to appoint our ways!
Since all the varying scenes of time
God’s watchful eye surveys,
O, who so wise to choose our lot,
Or to appoint our ways!
2Good when he gives—supremely good—Nor less when he denies;E’en crosses, from his sovereign hand,Are blessings in disguise.
2Good when he gives—supremely good—
Nor less when he denies;
E’en crosses, from his sovereign hand,
Are blessings in disguise.
3Why should we doubt a Father’s loveSo constant and so kind?To his unerring, gracious willBe every wish resigned.
3Why should we doubt a Father’s love
So constant and so kind?
To his unerring, gracious will
Be every wish resigned.
86C. M.God is love.1 John 4:8.I can not always trace the wayWhere thou, almighty One, dost move;But I can always, always say,That God is love.2When fear her chilling mantle flingsO’er earth, my soul to heaven above,As to her native home, upsprings;For God is love.3When mystery clouds my darkened path,I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;In this my soul sweet comfort hath,That God is love.4O may this truth my heart employ,And every gloomy thought remove;It fills my soul with boundless joy,That God is love!Charlotte Elliott.
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God is love.1 John 4:8.
I can not always trace the wayWhere thou, almighty One, dost move;But I can always, always say,That God is love.
I can not always trace the way
Where thou, almighty One, dost move;
But I can always, always say,
That God is love.
2When fear her chilling mantle flingsO’er earth, my soul to heaven above,As to her native home, upsprings;For God is love.
2When fear her chilling mantle flings
O’er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home, upsprings;
For God is love.
3When mystery clouds my darkened path,I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;In this my soul sweet comfort hath,That God is love.
3When mystery clouds my darkened path,
I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
That God is love.
4O may this truth my heart employ,And every gloomy thought remove;It fills my soul with boundless joy,That God is love!
4O may this truth my heart employ,
And every gloomy thought remove;
It fills my soul with boundless joy,
That God is love!
Charlotte Elliott.
87C. M.Thou hast taught me from my youth.Psalm 71.Almighty Father of mankind!On thee my hopes remain;And when the day of trouble comes,I shall not trust in vain.2In early years, thou wast my guide,And of my youth the friend;And, as my days began with thee,With thee my days shall end.3I know the Power in whom I trust,The arm on which I lean;He will my Saviour ever be,Who has my Saviour been.4Thou wilt not cast me off, when ageAnd evil days descend;Thou wilt not leave me in despair,To mourn my latter end.5Therefore, in life I’ll trust in thee;In death I will adore;And after death will sing thy praise,When time shall be no more.Logan.
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Thou hast taught me from my youth.Psalm 71.
Almighty Father of mankind!On thee my hopes remain;And when the day of trouble comes,I shall not trust in vain.
Almighty Father of mankind!
On thee my hopes remain;
And when the day of trouble comes,
I shall not trust in vain.
2In early years, thou wast my guide,And of my youth the friend;And, as my days began with thee,With thee my days shall end.
2In early years, thou wast my guide,
And of my youth the friend;
And, as my days began with thee,
With thee my days shall end.
3I know the Power in whom I trust,The arm on which I lean;He will my Saviour ever be,Who has my Saviour been.
3I know the Power in whom I trust,
The arm on which I lean;
He will my Saviour ever be,
Who has my Saviour been.
4Thou wilt not cast me off, when ageAnd evil days descend;Thou wilt not leave me in despair,To mourn my latter end.
4Thou wilt not cast me off, when age
And evil days descend;
Thou wilt not leave me in despair,
To mourn my latter end.
5Therefore, in life I’ll trust in thee;In death I will adore;And after death will sing thy praise,When time shall be no more.
5Therefore, in life I’ll trust in thee;
In death I will adore;
And after death will sing thy praise,
When time shall be no more.
Logan.
88C. M.All things are yours.1 Cor. 3:21.Since God is mine, then present thingsAnd things to come are mine;Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,And glory all divine.2Since he is mine, then from his loveHe every trouble sends;All things are working for my good,And bliss his rod attends.3Since he is mine, I need not fearThe rage of earth and hell;He will support my feeble power,Their utmost force repel.4Since he is mine, let friends forsake,Let wealth and honors flee:Sure, he who giveth me himself,Is more than these to me.5Since he is mine, I’ll boldly passThrough death’s dark, lonely vale:He is my comfort and my stay,When heart and flesh shall fail.6And now, O Lord, since thou art mine,What can I wish beside?My soul shall at the fountain live,When all the streams are dried.Beddome.
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All things are yours.1 Cor. 3:21.
Since God is mine, then present thingsAnd things to come are mine;Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,And glory all divine.
Since God is mine, then present things
And things to come are mine;
Yea, Christ, his word, and Spirit, too,
And glory all divine.
2Since he is mine, then from his loveHe every trouble sends;All things are working for my good,And bliss his rod attends.
2Since he is mine, then from his love
He every trouble sends;
All things are working for my good,
And bliss his rod attends.
3Since he is mine, I need not fearThe rage of earth and hell;He will support my feeble power,Their utmost force repel.
3Since he is mine, I need not fear
The rage of earth and hell;
He will support my feeble power,
Their utmost force repel.
4Since he is mine, let friends forsake,Let wealth and honors flee:Sure, he who giveth me himself,Is more than these to me.
4Since he is mine, let friends forsake,
Let wealth and honors flee:
Sure, he who giveth me himself,
Is more than these to me.
5Since he is mine, I’ll boldly passThrough death’s dark, lonely vale:He is my comfort and my stay,When heart and flesh shall fail.
5Since he is mine, I’ll boldly pass
Through death’s dark, lonely vale:
He is my comfort and my stay,
When heart and flesh shall fail.
6And now, O Lord, since thou art mine,What can I wish beside?My soul shall at the fountain live,When all the streams are dried.
6And now, O Lord, since thou art mine,
What can I wish beside?
My soul shall at the fountain live,
When all the streams are dried.
Beddome.
89C. M.Providence.Let the whole race of creatures lieIn dust before the Lord!Whate’er his powerful hand has formed,He governs with a word.2Ten thousand ages ere the skiesWere into motion brought,All the long years and worlds to comeStood present to his thought.3There’s not a sparrow, or a worm,O’erlooked in his decrees:He raises monarchs to a throne,Or sinks with equal ease.4If light attend the course I go,’Tis he provides the rays;And ’tis his hand that hides the sun,If darkness cloud my days.5Trusting his wisdom and his love,I would not wish to knowWhat, in the book of his decrees,Awaits me here below.6Be this alone my fervent prayer:Whate’er my lot may be,Or joys, or sorrows—may they formMy soul for heaven and thee!Watts.
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Providence.
Let the whole race of creatures lieIn dust before the Lord!Whate’er his powerful hand has formed,He governs with a word.
Let the whole race of creatures lie
In dust before the Lord!
Whate’er his powerful hand has formed,
He governs with a word.
2Ten thousand ages ere the skiesWere into motion brought,All the long years and worlds to comeStood present to his thought.
2Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,
All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.
3There’s not a sparrow, or a worm,O’erlooked in his decrees:He raises monarchs to a throne,Or sinks with equal ease.
3There’s not a sparrow, or a worm,
O’erlooked in his decrees:
He raises monarchs to a throne,
Or sinks with equal ease.
4If light attend the course I go,’Tis he provides the rays;And ’tis his hand that hides the sun,If darkness cloud my days.
4If light attend the course I go,
’Tis he provides the rays;
And ’tis his hand that hides the sun,
If darkness cloud my days.
5Trusting his wisdom and his love,I would not wish to knowWhat, in the book of his decrees,Awaits me here below.
5Trusting his wisdom and his love,
I would not wish to know
What, in the book of his decrees,
Awaits me here below.
6Be this alone my fervent prayer:Whate’er my lot may be,Or joys, or sorrows—may they formMy soul for heaven and thee!
6Be this alone my fervent prayer:
Whate’er my lot may be,
Or joys, or sorrows—may they form
My soul for heaven and thee!
Watts.
90C. M.Majesty of God.Psalm 18.The Lord descended from aboveAnd bowed the heavens most high,And underneath his feet he castThe darkness of the sky.2On cherubim and seraphimFull royally he rode;And on the wings of mighty winds,Came flying all abroad.3He sat serene upon the floods,Their fury to restrain;And he, as sovereign Lord and King,For evermore shall reign.Sternhold.
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Majesty of God.Psalm 18.
The Lord descended from aboveAnd bowed the heavens most high,And underneath his feet he castThe darkness of the sky.
The Lord descended from above
And bowed the heavens most high,
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
2On cherubim and seraphimFull royally he rode;And on the wings of mighty winds,Came flying all abroad.
2On cherubim and seraphim
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of mighty winds,
Came flying all abroad.
3He sat serene upon the floods,Their fury to restrain;And he, as sovereign Lord and King,For evermore shall reign.
3He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
And he, as sovereign Lord and King,
For evermore shall reign.
Sternhold.
91S. M.Now we know in part.1 Cor. 13:12.Thy way is in the sea;Thy paths we can not trace;Nor solve, O Lord, the mysteryOf thy unbounded grace.2Here the dark vails of senseOur captive souls surround;Mysterious deeps of providenceOur wandering thoughts confound.3As through a glass we seeThe wonders of thy love;How little do we know of thee,Or of the joys above.4In part we know thy will,And bless thee for the sight;Soon will thy love the rest revealIn glory’s clearer light.5With joy shall we surveyThy providence and grace;And spend an everlasting dayIn wonder, love and praise.Fawcett.
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Now we know in part.1 Cor. 13:12.
Thy way is in the sea;Thy paths we can not trace;Nor solve, O Lord, the mysteryOf thy unbounded grace.
Thy way is in the sea;
Thy paths we can not trace;
Nor solve, O Lord, the mystery
Of thy unbounded grace.
2Here the dark vails of senseOur captive souls surround;Mysterious deeps of providenceOur wandering thoughts confound.
2Here the dark vails of sense
Our captive souls surround;
Mysterious deeps of providence
Our wandering thoughts confound.
3As through a glass we seeThe wonders of thy love;How little do we know of thee,Or of the joys above.
3As through a glass we see
The wonders of thy love;
How little do we know of thee,
Or of the joys above.
4In part we know thy will,And bless thee for the sight;Soon will thy love the rest revealIn glory’s clearer light.
4In part we know thy will,
And bless thee for the sight;
Soon will thy love the rest reveal
In glory’s clearer light.
5With joy shall we surveyThy providence and grace;And spend an everlasting dayIn wonder, love and praise.
5With joy shall we survey
Thy providence and grace;
And spend an everlasting day
In wonder, love and praise.
Fawcett.
92S. M.He careth for you.1 Peter 5:7.How gentle God’s commands!How kind his precepts are!Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,And trust his constant care.2His bounty will provide,His saints securely dwell;That hand which bears creation up,Shall guard his children well.3Why should this anxious loadPress down your weary mind?O, seek your heavenly Father’s throne,And peace and comfort find.4His goodness stands approved,Unchanged from day to day;I’ll drop my burden at his feet,And bear a song away.Doddridge.
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He careth for you.1 Peter 5:7.
How gentle God’s commands!How kind his precepts are!Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,And trust his constant care.
How gentle God’s commands!
How kind his precepts are!
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.
2His bounty will provide,His saints securely dwell;That hand which bears creation up,Shall guard his children well.
2His bounty will provide,
His saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears creation up,
Shall guard his children well.
3Why should this anxious loadPress down your weary mind?O, seek your heavenly Father’s throne,And peace and comfort find.
3Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
O, seek your heavenly Father’s throne,
And peace and comfort find.
4His goodness stands approved,Unchanged from day to day;I’ll drop my burden at his feet,And bear a song away.
4His goodness stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I’ll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.
Doddridge.
93S. M.Praise for mercies.O bless the Lord, my soul!Let all within me join,And aid my tongue to bless his nameWhose favors are divine.2O bless the Lord, my soul!Nor let his mercies lieForgotten in unthankfulness,And without praises die.3’Tis he forgives thy sins;’Tis he relieves thy pain;’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,And gives thee strength again.4He crowns thy life with love,When rescued from the grave;He that redeemed our souls from death,Hath boundless power to save.5He fills the poor with good;He gives the sufferers rest:The Lord hath justice for the proud,And mercy for the oppressed.6His wondrous works and waysHe made by Moses known;But sent the world his truth and graceBy his beloved Son.Watts.
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Praise for mercies.
O bless the Lord, my soul!Let all within me join,And aid my tongue to bless his nameWhose favors are divine.
O bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name
Whose favors are divine.
2O bless the Lord, my soul!Nor let his mercies lieForgotten in unthankfulness,And without praises die.
2O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3’Tis he forgives thy sins;’Tis he relieves thy pain;’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,And gives thee strength again.
3’Tis he forgives thy sins;
’Tis he relieves thy pain;
’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.
4He crowns thy life with love,When rescued from the grave;He that redeemed our souls from death,Hath boundless power to save.
4He crowns thy life with love,
When rescued from the grave;
He that redeemed our souls from death,
Hath boundless power to save.
5He fills the poor with good;He gives the sufferers rest:The Lord hath justice for the proud,And mercy for the oppressed.
5He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath justice for the proud,
And mercy for the oppressed.
6His wondrous works and waysHe made by Moses known;But sent the world his truth and graceBy his beloved Son.
6His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.
Watts.
94S. M.Psalm 23.The Lord my shepherd is;I shall be well supplied:Since he is mine, and I am his,What can I want beside?2He leads me to the placeWhere heavenly pasture grows,Where living waters gently pass,And full salvation flows.3If e’er I go astray,He doth my soul reclaim,And guides me in his own right way,For his most holy name.4While he affords his aid,I can not yield to fear;Tho’ I should walk thro’ death’s dark shade,My shepherd’s with me there.Watts.
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Psalm 23.
The Lord my shepherd is;I shall be well supplied:Since he is mine, and I am his,What can I want beside?
The Lord my shepherd is;
I shall be well supplied:
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2He leads me to the placeWhere heavenly pasture grows,Where living waters gently pass,And full salvation flows.
2He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3If e’er I go astray,He doth my soul reclaim,And guides me in his own right way,For his most holy name.
3If e’er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
4While he affords his aid,I can not yield to fear;Tho’ I should walk thro’ death’s dark shade,My shepherd’s with me there.
4While he affords his aid,
I can not yield to fear;
Tho’ I should walk thro’ death’s dark shade,
My shepherd’s with me there.
Watts.
95S. M.His mercy endureth for ever.Psalm 103.My soul, repeat his praiseWhose mercies are so great;Whose anger is so slow to rise,So ready to abate.2High as the heavens are raisedAbove the ground we tread,So far the riches of his graceOur highest thoughts exceed.3His power subdues our sins,And his forgiving love,Far as the east is from the west,Doth all our guilt remove.4The pity of the Lord,To those that fear his name,Is such as tender parents feel:He knows our feeble frame.5Our days are as the grass,Or like the morning flower:If one sharp blast sweeps o’er the field,It withers in an hour.6But thy compassions, Lord,To endless years endure;And children’s children ever findThy words of promise sure.Watts.
S. M.
His mercy endureth for ever.Psalm 103.
My soul, repeat his praiseWhose mercies are so great;Whose anger is so slow to rise,So ready to abate.
My soul, repeat his praise
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2High as the heavens are raisedAbove the ground we tread,So far the riches of his graceOur highest thoughts exceed.
2High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
3His power subdues our sins,And his forgiving love,Far as the east is from the west,Doth all our guilt remove.
3His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
4The pity of the Lord,To those that fear his name,Is such as tender parents feel:He knows our feeble frame.
4The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel:
He knows our feeble frame.
5Our days are as the grass,Or like the morning flower:If one sharp blast sweeps o’er the field,It withers in an hour.
5Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower:
If one sharp blast sweeps o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
6But thy compassions, Lord,To endless years endure;And children’s children ever findThy words of promise sure.
6But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Watts.
96S. M.The fountain.God is the fountain whenceTen thousand blessings flow;To him my life, my health, and friends,And every good, I owe.2The comforts he affordsAre neither few nor small;He is the source of fresh delights,My portion and my all.3He fills my heart with joy,My lips attunes for praise;And to his glory I’ll devoteThe remnant of my days.
S. M.
The fountain.
God is the fountain whenceTen thousand blessings flow;To him my life, my health, and friends,And every good, I owe.
God is the fountain whence
Ten thousand blessings flow;
To him my life, my health, and friends,
And every good, I owe.
2The comforts he affordsAre neither few nor small;He is the source of fresh delights,My portion and my all.
2The comforts he affords
Are neither few nor small;
He is the source of fresh delights,
My portion and my all.
3He fills my heart with joy,My lips attunes for praise;And to his glory I’ll devoteThe remnant of my days.
3He fills my heart with joy,
My lips attunes for praise;
And to his glory I’ll devote
The remnant of my days.
977s, double.Psalm 136.Let us with a joyful mindPraise the Lord, for he is kind;For his mercies shall endure,Ever faithful, ever sure.Let us sound his name abroad,For of gods he is the GodWho by wisdom did createHeaven’s expanse and all its state;2Did the solid earth ordainHow to rise above the main;Who, by his commanding might,Filled the new-made world with light;Caused the golden-tresséd sunAll the day his course to run;And the moon to shine by night,’Mid her spangled sisters bright.3All his creatures God doth feed,His full hand supplies their need;Let us therefore warble forthHis 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.Milton.
7s, double.
Psalm 136.
Let us with a joyful mindPraise the Lord, for he is kind;For his mercies shall endure,Ever faithful, ever sure.Let us sound his name abroad,For of gods he is the GodWho by wisdom did createHeaven’s expanse and all its state;
Let us with a joyful mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us sound his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God
Who by wisdom did create
Heaven’s expanse and all its state;
2Did the solid earth ordainHow to rise above the main;Who, by his commanding might,Filled the new-made world with light;Caused the golden-tresséd sunAll the day his course to run;And the moon to shine by night,’Mid her spangled sisters bright.
2Did 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.
3All his creatures God doth feed,His full hand supplies their need;Let us therefore warble forthHis 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.
3All his creatures God doth feed,
His full hand supplies their need;
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.
Milton.
98P. M.Thou art my hiding place.Psalm 32:7.To thee, O God! to thee,With lowly heart I bend;Lord, to my prayer attend,And haste to succor me,Thou never-failing friend!For seas of trouble o’er me roll,And ’whelm with tears my sinking soul.2On thee, O God! on thee,With humble hope I’ll lean;Thou who hast ever beenA hiding place to meIn many a troubled scene;Whose heart, with love and mercy fraught,Back to the fold thy wanderer brought.Wm. Wilson.
P. M.
Thou art my hiding place.Psalm 32:7.
To thee, O God! to thee,With lowly heart I bend;Lord, to my prayer attend,And haste to succor me,Thou never-failing friend!For seas of trouble o’er me roll,And ’whelm with tears my sinking soul.
To thee, O God! to thee,
With lowly heart I bend;
Lord, to my prayer attend,
And haste to succor me,
Thou never-failing friend!
For seas of trouble o’er me roll,
And ’whelm with tears my sinking soul.
2On thee, O God! on thee,With humble hope I’ll lean;Thou who hast ever beenA hiding place to meIn many a troubled scene;Whose heart, with love and mercy fraught,Back to the fold thy wanderer brought.
2On thee, O God! on thee,
With humble hope I’ll lean;
Thou who hast ever been
A hiding place to me
In many a troubled scene;
Whose heart, with love and mercy fraught,
Back to the fold thy wanderer brought.
Wm. Wilson.
998s & 7s.The elder brother.Yes, for me, for me he carethWith a brother’s tender care;Yes, with me, with me he sharethEvery burden, every fear.2Yes, o’er me, o’er me he watcheth,Ceaseless watcheth, night and day;Yes, e’en me, e’en me he snatchethFrom the perils of the way.3Yes, for me he standeth pleadingAt the mercy-seat above;Ever for me interceding,Constant in untiring love.4Yes, in me abroad he sheddethJoys unearthly, love and light;And to cover me he spreadethHis paternal wing of might.5Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth;I in him, and he in me!And my empty soul he filleth,Here and through eternity.6Thus I wait for his returning,Singing all the way to heaven:Such the joyful song of morningSuch the tranquil song of even.Bonar.
8s & 7s.
The elder brother.
Yes, for me, for me he carethWith a brother’s tender care;Yes, with me, with me he sharethEvery burden, every fear.
Yes, for me, for me he careth
With a brother’s tender care;
Yes, with me, with me he shareth
Every burden, every fear.
2Yes, o’er me, o’er me he watcheth,Ceaseless watcheth, night and day;Yes, e’en me, e’en me he snatchethFrom the perils of the way.
2Yes, o’er me, o’er me he watcheth,
Ceaseless watcheth, night and day;
Yes, e’en me, e’en me he snatcheth
From the perils of the way.
3Yes, for me he standeth pleadingAt the mercy-seat above;Ever for me interceding,Constant in untiring love.
3Yes, for me he standeth pleading
At the mercy-seat above;
Ever for me interceding,
Constant in untiring love.
4Yes, in me abroad he sheddethJoys unearthly, love and light;And to cover me he spreadethHis paternal wing of might.
4Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth
Joys unearthly, love and light;
And to cover me he spreadeth
His paternal wing of might.
5Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth;I in him, and he in me!And my empty soul he filleth,Here and through eternity.
5Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth;
I in him, and he in me!
And my empty soul he filleth,
Here and through eternity.
6Thus I wait for his returning,Singing all the way to heaven:Such the joyful song of morningSuch the tranquil song of even.
6Thus I wait for his returning,
Singing all the way to heaven:
Such the joyful song of morning
Such the tranquil song of even.
Bonar.
10010s & 11s.Jehovah jireh.Gen. 22:14.Though troubles assail, and dangers affright,Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide.2The birds without barn or storehouse are fed;From them let us learn to trust for our bread:His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied,So long as ’tis written, The Lord will provide.3We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossedOn perilous deeps, but can not be lost:Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,The promise engages, The Lord will provide.4His call we obey, like Abrah’m of old,Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold:For though we are strangers, we have a good guide,And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will provide.5No strength of our own, or goodness, we claim;But since we have known the Saviour’s great name,In this our strong tower for safety we hide—The Lord is our power—The Lord will provide.6When life sinks apace, and death is in view,The word of his grace shall comfort us through:Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide.Newton.
10s & 11s.
Jehovah jireh.Gen. 22:14.
Though troubles assail, and dangers affright,Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide.
Though troubles assail, and dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
The scripture assures us, The Lord will provide.
2The birds without barn or storehouse are fed;From them let us learn to trust for our bread:His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied,So long as ’tis written, The Lord will provide.
2The birds without barn or storehouse are fed;
From them let us learn to trust for our bread:
His saints what is fitting shall ne’er be denied,
So long as ’tis written, The Lord will provide.
3We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossedOn perilous deeps, but can not be lost:Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,The promise engages, The Lord will provide.
3We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed
On perilous deeps, but can not be lost:
Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
The promise engages, The Lord will provide.
4His call we obey, like Abrah’m of old,Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold:For though we are strangers, we have a good guide,And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will provide.
4His call we obey, like Abrah’m of old,
Not knowing our way, but faith makes us bold:
For though we are strangers, we have a good guide,
And trust, in all dangers, The Lord will provide.
5No strength of our own, or goodness, we claim;But since we have known the Saviour’s great name,In this our strong tower for safety we hide—The Lord is our power—The Lord will provide.
5No strength of our own, or goodness, we claim;
But since we have known the Saviour’s great name,
In this our strong tower for safety we hide—
The Lord is our power—The Lord will provide.
6When life sinks apace, and death is in view,The word of his grace shall comfort us through:Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide.
6When life sinks apace, and death is in view,
The word of his grace shall comfort us through:
Not fearing or doubting, with Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting, The Lord will provide.
Newton.
1018s & 7s.Praise the King of heaven.Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;To his feet thy tribute bring;Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,Who like me his praise should sing?Praise him! praise him!Praise the everlasting King!2Praise him for his grace and favorTo our fathers in distress;Praise him, still the same for ever:Slow to chide, and swift to bless;Praise him! praise him!Glorious in his faithfulness!3Father-like he tends and spares us;Well our feeble frame he knows;In his hands he gently bears us—Rescues us from all our foes;Praise him! praise him!Widely as his mercy flows!4Angels, help us to adore him:Ye behold him face to face;Sun and moon, bow down before him;Dwellers all in time and space,Praise him! praise him!Praise with us the God of grace!F. Lyte.
8s & 7s.
Praise the King of heaven.
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;To his feet thy tribute bring;Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,Who like me his praise should sing?Praise him! praise him!Praise the everlasting King!
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven;
To his feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like me his praise should sing?
Praise him! praise him!
Praise the everlasting King!
2Praise him for his grace and favorTo our fathers in distress;Praise him, still the same for ever:Slow to chide, and swift to bless;Praise him! praise him!Glorious in his faithfulness!
2Praise him for his grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise him, still the same for ever:
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Praise him! praise him!
Glorious in his faithfulness!
3Father-like he tends and spares us;Well our feeble frame he knows;In his hands he gently bears us—Rescues us from all our foes;Praise him! praise him!Widely as his mercy flows!
3Father-like he tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame he knows;
In his hands he gently bears us—
Rescues us from all our foes;
Praise him! praise him!
Widely as his mercy flows!
4Angels, help us to adore him:Ye behold him face to face;Sun and moon, bow down before him;Dwellers all in time and space,Praise him! praise him!Praise with us the God of grace!
4Angels, help us to adore him:
Ye behold him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before him;
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise him! praise him!
Praise with us the God of grace!
F. Lyte.
10210s & 11s.God glorious.O, worship the King all-glorious above,And gratefully sing his wonderful love—Our shield and defender, the ancient of days,Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.2O tell of his might, and sing of his grace,Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.3Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.4Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail,Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end,Our Maker, Defender, Preserver, and Friend.5O Father Almighty, how faithful thy love!While angels delight to hymn thee above,The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.Grant.
10s & 11s.
God glorious.
O, worship the King all-glorious above,And gratefully sing his wonderful love—Our shield and defender, the ancient of days,Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.
O, worship the King all-glorious above,
And gratefully sing his wonderful love—
Our shield and defender, the ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with praise.
2O tell of his might, and sing of his grace,Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
2O tell of his might, and sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.
3Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
3Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
4Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail,Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end,Our Maker, Defender, Preserver, and Friend.
4Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail,
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Preserver, and Friend.
5O Father Almighty, how faithful thy love!While angels delight to hymn thee above,The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
5O Father Almighty, how faithful thy love!
While angels delight to hymn thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
Grant.
10311s.Psalm 23.The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.2Through the valley and shadow of death tho’ I stray,Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;No harm can befall, with my comforter near.3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;O what shall I ask of thy providence more?4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God!Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.Montgomery.
11s.
Psalm 23.
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.
2Through the valley and shadow of death tho’ I stray,Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;No harm can befall, with my comforter near.
2Through the valley and shadow of death tho’ I stray,
Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall, with my comforter near.
3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;O what shall I ask of thy providence more?
3In the midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;
With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;
O what shall I ask of thy providence more?
4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God!Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.
4Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God!
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,
Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.
Montgomery.
1049s & 6s.Fear not, little flock.Luke 12:32.Yes! our Shepherd leads with gentle hand,Through the dark pilgrim-land,His flock, so dearly bought,So long and fondly sought.Hallelujah!2When in clouds and mist the weak ones stray,He shows again the way,And points to them afarA bright and guiding star.Hallelujah!3Tenderly he watches from on highWith an unwearied eye;He comforts and sustains,In all their fears and pains.Hallelujah!4Through the parched, dreary desert he will guideTo the green fountain-side:Through the dark, stormy night,To a calm land of light.Hallelujah!5Yes! his “little flock” are ne’er forgot;His mercy changes not:Our home is safe above,Within his arms of love.Hallelujah!Krummacker.
9s & 6s.
Fear not, little flock.Luke 12:32.
Yes! our Shepherd leads with gentle hand,Through the dark pilgrim-land,His flock, so dearly bought,So long and fondly sought.Hallelujah!
Yes! our Shepherd leads with gentle hand,
Through the dark pilgrim-land,
His flock, so dearly bought,
So long and fondly sought.
Hallelujah!
2When in clouds and mist the weak ones stray,He shows again the way,And points to them afarA bright and guiding star.Hallelujah!
2When in clouds and mist the weak ones stray,
He shows again the way,
And points to them afar
A bright and guiding star.
Hallelujah!
3Tenderly he watches from on highWith an unwearied eye;He comforts and sustains,In all their fears and pains.Hallelujah!
3Tenderly he watches from on high
With an unwearied eye;
He comforts and sustains,
In all their fears and pains.
Hallelujah!
4Through the parched, dreary desert he will guideTo the green fountain-side:Through the dark, stormy night,To a calm land of light.Hallelujah!
4Through the parched, dreary desert he will guide
To the green fountain-side:
Through the dark, stormy night,
To a calm land of light.
Hallelujah!
5Yes! his “little flock” are ne’er forgot;His mercy changes not:Our home is safe above,Within his arms of love.Hallelujah!
5Yes! his “little flock” are ne’er forgot;
His mercy changes not:
Our home is safe above,
Within his arms of love.
Hallelujah!
Krummacker.