3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God,
Ye thunders, speak his power;
Lo! on the lightning's rapid wings
In triumph rides the King of kings;
The astonished worlds adore.
4 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise
To join the thunder of the skies,
Praise him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
5 Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing!
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,
Harmonious anthems raise
To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.
6 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the reasoning head,
In heavenly praise employ;
Spread the Creator's name around,
Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound,
The general burst of joy.
Surrounding the Mercy-seat.
1 FAR from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes, and fond desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the fount of glory beaming,
Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming,
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salvation?
Every pure and humble mind;
Every kindred, tongue, and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined.
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.
3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,
Faithful subjects to thy laws,—
Lord! with favor still attend us,
Bless us with thy wondrous love;
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us;
All our hope is from above.
Universal Praise. Psalm 148.
1 YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame;
Your voices raise,
Ye cherubim,
And seraphim,
To sing his praise.
2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glittering stars of light,
To him your homage pay;
His praise declare,
Ye heavens above,
And clouds that move
In liquid air.
3 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came:
And all shall last,
From changes free;
His firm decree
Stands ever fast.
Let earth her tribute pay;
Praise him, ye dreadful whales,
And fish that through the sea
Glide swift, with glittering scales;
Fire, hail, and snow,
And misty air,
And winds that, where
He bids them, blow.
5 United zeal be shown,
His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious name alone
Deserves our endless praise;
Earth's utmost ends
His power obey;
His glorious sway
The sky transcends.
1 O, RENDER thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall for ever last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Happy are they, and only they,
Who from thy judgments never stray;
Who know what 's right; nor only so,
But always practise what they know.
4 O, may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity;
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count thy people's triumph mine.
1 FATHER! glory be to thee,
Source of all the good we see !
Glory for the blessed light
Rising on the ancient night!
2 Glory for the hopes that come
Streaming through the dreary tomb!
Glory for the counsel given,
Guiding us in peace to heaven!
Triumphant Praise. Psalm 47.
1 O FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honor sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
3 Rehearse his praise with awe profound; Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
4 In Israel stood his ancient throne;
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.
Public Worship. Psalm 65.
1 FOR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Zion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we 'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2 O thou, who to my humble prayer
Didst always bend thy listening ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
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