1 Gloria Patri.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, world without end.
2 Gloria Patri.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
3 Old Hundred. L.M.
(1) Psalm 100.
Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care--
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
4 Old Hundred. L.M.
(3) All Men Invited to Praise God.
From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing:
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Savior's name.
4 In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And till the world with loudest praise.
Isaac Watts, 1713.
5 Old Hundred. L.M.
(6) Psalm 103.
Awake, my soul, awake my tongue,
My God demands the grateful song;
Let all my inmost powers record
The wondrous mercy of the Lord.
2 Divinely free his mercy flows,
Forgives my sins, allays my woes,
And bids approaching death remove,
And crowns me with indulgent love.
3 His mercy, with unchanging rays,
Forever shines, while time decays;
And children's children shall record
The truth and goodness of the Lord.
4 While all his works his praise proclaim
And men and angels bless his name,
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue
Attend, and join the blissful song!
Anne Steele, 1760.
6 Old Hundred. L.M.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
7 Lord of All Being. L.M.
Lord of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of ev'ry sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
2 Sun of our life! thy quick'ning ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope! thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
3 Our is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.
4 Grant us thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burnt for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1848.
8 Duke Street. L.M.
(7) The Majesty of God.
Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise;
But oh! what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
2 Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Master's grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.
4 Raised on Devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul! his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds applaud the song.
Thomas Blacklock, 1754.
9 Rockingham. L.M.
(12) Life-long Praise.
God of my life! through all my days
My grateful powers shall sound my praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
3 When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail,
Joy thro' my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
4 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains,
Which echo o'er the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The growing seraphs round thy throne.
Philip Doddridge, 1740.
10 Rockingham. L.M.
(15) Psalm 106.
Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast--but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou return'st to set them free.
Let thy salvation visit me.
11 Rockingham. L.M.
(600) God Revealed in Christ.
Now to the Lord, a noble song!
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,--
The brightest image of his grace!
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 Grace!--'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name:
Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.
4 Oh! may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
12 Rockingham. L.M.
(13) Unceasing Praise.
My God! my King! thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.
3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways--
Vast and immortal be thy praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
13 Otterbein. L.M.
(4) Psalm 95.
Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King!
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
3 Oh, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees, devoutly, all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
Nahum Tate, 1696.
14 Park Street. L.M.
(75) Joining in Praise.
Sweet is the work, my God! my King!
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
15 Harvey's Chant. C. M.
(26) The Goodness of God in His Works.
Hail! great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, , and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And, while we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see;
Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.
16 Harvey's Chant. C.M.
(27) Praise at all Times.
My soul shall praise thee, O my God
Through all my mortal days,
And in eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 In every smiling, happy hour,
Be this my sweet employ;
Thy praise refines my earthly bliss,
And heightens all my joy.
3 When anxious grief and gloomy care
Afflict my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,
And lull each pain to rest.
4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God;
My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
5 And when these lips shall cease to move,
When death shall close these eyes,
My soul shall then to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.
17 Harvey's Chant. C.M.
(24) Psalm 66.
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud, and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardor fired.
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute as it flies,
With benefits unsought.
3 Lift up to God the voice of praise
From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son, our souls to save
From everlasting woes.
4 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope's transporting ray,
Which lights, through darkest shades of death,
To realms of endless day.
Ralph Wardlaw, 1803.
18 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s.
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!
God over all and blest eternally.
2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be.
3 Holy, holy, holy! tho' the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see;
Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee;
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God over all, and blest eternally.
19 Nicæa 11s, 12s, & 10s.
(18) Psalm 95.
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might--
The whole creation's King.
3 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh, may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace.
4 Now is the time--he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,
"Ye shall not see my rest."
Isaac Watts, 1719.
20 St. Thomas. S.M.
(29) Bless the Lord.
Oh, bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.
2 Oh, 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.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He who redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.
21 Silver Street. S.M.
(34) Psalm 103.
Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal king.
2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.
4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
22 Gates of Praise.
Gates of Praise.
Lift up the Gates of Praise,
That we may enter in,
And o'er salvation's walls proclaim
That Christ redeems from sin.
CHO.--The stars may praise the hand
That decks the sky above,
But man alone can tell the pow'r
Of Christ's redeeming love.
2 God's works reveal his might,
His majesty and grace;
But not the tender Father's love
That saves a dying race.
3 Then let the voice of praise
To heavenly courts ascend,
Till with the songs the angels sing
Our hallelujahs blend.
4 To him that hath redeemed
Our souls from sin's dark maze;
The Hope and Savior of mankind,
Be everlasting praise.
M. E. Servoss.
23 Leighton. S.M.
(32) Exhortation to Praise.
Stand up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice!
Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,
With heart, and soul, and voice.
2 Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud and magnify?
3 Oh, for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!
4 God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,
With all our ransomed powers.
James Montgomery, 1825.
24 Wilmot. 8s & 7s.
(53) Psalm 148.
Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height!
Sun and moon! rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws, which never shall be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high! his power proclaim
Heaven and earth, and all creation!
Laud and magnify his name.
John Kempthorne, 1810.
25 Horton. 7s.
(50) Psalm 107.
Thank and praise Jehovah's name;
For his mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same
To eternity endure.
2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land;
As the people of his choice,
Plucked from the destroyer's hand.
3 Praise him, ye who know his love;
Praise him from the depths beneath;
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker all that breathe.
4 For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand--
Like his own eternity.
James Montgomery, 1822.
26 Hallelujah! 8s & 7s.
Praise the Lord.
Hallelujah! song of gladness;
Song of everlasting joy;
Hallelujah! song the sweetest
That can angel hosts employ.
CHO.--Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord!
2 Hallelujah! Church victorious,
Thou mayst lift this joyful strain;
Hallelujah! songs of triumph,
Well befit the ransomed train.
3 Hallelujah! let our voices
Rise to heav'n with full accord;
Hallelujah! ev'ry moment
Brings us nearer to the Lord.
4 But our earnest supplication,
Holy God, we raise to thee;
Bring us to thy blissful presence.
Let us all thy glory see.
27 Let Us Praise Him To-day. 8s & 7s.
The Universal Song.
Praise to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise to thee from ev'ry tongue;
Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature,
Join the universal song.
CHO.--Glory to the Father and the Son,
Glory to the Spirit! three in one!
Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day,
And sing his loving kindness on our way.
2 Father! source of all compassion!
Pure, unbounded grace is thine;
Hail the Lord of our salvation!
Praise him for his love divine.
3 For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,
Sound his praise thro' earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah's praise on high.
4 Praise to God, our great Creator!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
Praise him, ev'ry living creature,
Earth and heav'n's united host.
J. W. Fawcett, 1767.
28 Lyons. 10s & 11s.
Praise of Divine Love.
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 girdled with praise.
2 Thy 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.
3 Frail 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, Redeemer, and Friend!
4 Our Father and God, 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.
Sir Robert Grant, 1839.
29 Lyons. 10s & 11s.
Salvation to God.
Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name.
The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,"
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
Our Savior's high praises the angels proclaim,--
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.C. Wesley, 1744.
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