Sing the praises of the Lord!

Earth and sky, all living nature,

Man, the stamp of thy Creator,

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Bond and free man,

Land and sea man,

Earth, with peoples widely stored, Wanderer lone o'er prairies ample, Full-voiced choir, in costly temple, Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord! 7 Praise Him ever,

Bounteous Giver;

Praise Him, Father, Friend, and Lord! Each glad soul its free course winging, Each glad voice its free song singing, Praise the great and mighty Lord! J. S. BLACKIE.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne

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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 honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name?

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;

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Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.

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COME, O come, in pious lays,

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Sound we God Almighty's praise; Come, ye sons of human race, In this chorus take your place; And, amid the mortal throng, Be you masters of the song. 2 Angels and supernal powers, Be the noblest worship yours; Let, in praise of God, the sound Run a never-ending round; That our song of praise may be Everlasting, as is He.

3 From the earth's remotest end,
Let the voice of praise ascend;
Spreading wide from shore to shore,
Let the ocean-fulness roar;
Winds and clouds, as on ye move,
Bear the mighty sound above.

4 So shall He, from heaven's high tower,
On the earth His blessings pour;
-And this huge wide orb we see
Shall one choir-one temple-be;
Then, O come, in pious lays
Sound we God Almighty's praise.
G. WITHER.*

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GIV

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IVE to our God immortal praise;
U Mercy and truth are all His ways;
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat His mercies in your song.

2 Give to the Lord of Lords renown;
The King of Kings with glory crown;
His mercies ever shall endure, [more.
When lords and kings are known no
3 He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high;
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night;
His mercies ever shall endure,
When sun and moon shall shine no

OD of

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grace,

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2 Blessèd be for evermore

That dread name which we adore;
Round the world His praise be sung,
Through all lands, in every tongue.

3 O'er all nations God alone,
Higher than the heavens His throne;
Who is like to God most high,
Infinite in majesty?

+ Yet to view the heavens He bends;
Yea, to earth He condescends;
Passing by the rich and great,
For the low and desolate.

5 He can raise the poor to stand
With the princes of the land;
Wealth upon the needy shower,
Set the meanest high in power.

He the broken spirit cheers,
Turns to joy the mourner's tears;
Such the wonders of His ways;
Praise His name-for ever praise.
J. CONDER.

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EAVEN and earth, and sea and air,
Still their Maker's praise declare;
Thou, my soul, as loudly sing,
To thy God thy praises bring.

2 See the sun his power awakes,
As through clouds his glory breaks;
See the moon and stars of light
Praising God in stillest night.

3 See how God this rolling globe
Swathes with beauty like a robe;
Forests, fields, and living things,
Each its Maker's glory sings.

4 Through the air Thy praises meet
Birds are singing clear and sweet;
Fire, and storm, and wind, Thy will
As Thy ministers fulfil.

5 Ocean waves Thy glory tell,

At Thy touch they sink and swell;
From the well-spring to the sea,
Rivers murmur, Lord, of Thee.

Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill Thy Church with light divine;
And Thy saving health extend,
Unto earth's remotest end.

2 Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Saviour King;
At Thy feet their tribute pay,
And Thy holy will obey.

3 Let the people praise Thee, Lord,
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessing give;
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy and light and love.

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H. F. LYTE.

HALLELUJAH! Raise, O raise

To our God the song of praise; All His servants join to sing God our Saviour and our King.

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EET and right it is to sing, In every time and place, Glory to our Heavenly King,

The God of truth and grace;
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join:
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord,

Eternal praise be Thine!
2 Vying with that happy choir,
Who chant Thy praise above,
We on eagles' wings aspire,

The wings of faith and love.
Thee they sing with glory crowned;
We extol the dying Lamb;
Lower if our voices sound,

Our song is still the same.

3 Father, God, Thy love we praise,
Which gave Thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify.
Spirit, Comforter divine,

Praise by all to Thee be given;

Till we in full chorus join,

MIGHTY God! while angels bless

May an infant lisp Thy name? Lord of men as well as angels, Thou art every creature's theme! 2 Lord of every land and nation, Ancient of eternal days! Sounded through the wide creation Be Thy just and lawful praise. 3 For the grandeur of Thy nature,Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For created works of power,Works with skill and kindness wrought; For Thy providence, that governs Through Thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, Blessed be Thy gentle reign!

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5 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption, Dark through brightness all along! Thought is poor, and poor expression; Who dare sing that awful song? 6 Brightness of the Father's glory,

Shall Thy praise unuttered lie? Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence! Sing the Lord who came to die; 7 From the highest throne in glory, To the cross of deepest woe; All to ransom guilty captives:Flow, my praise, for ever flow.

Y God, my King, Thy various praise

MY
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 car;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for Thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream;
Thy mercy swift, Thine anger slow,
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak Thy majesty divine;
Let Britain round her shores proclaim
The sound and honour of Thy name.
5 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of Thy praise;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue

6 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
Vast and unsearchable Thy ways.
Vast and immortal be Thy praise!

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soul, repeat His praise,

S. M.

My mercies are so great;

Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

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God will not always chide; And when His strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.