"Let us exalt his name together." Psa. xxxiv. 3.
1 MEET 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 the heavenly 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 slaughter'd Lamb.
Lower if our voices sound,
Our subject is 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,
And earth is changed for heaven.
"Alleluia." Rev. xix. 6. Double 7's.
1 HARK! the song of Jubilee;
Loud as mighty thunders' roar,
Or the fulness of the sea,
When it breaks upon the shore.
Hallelujah! for the Lord
God omnipotent shall reign:
Hallelujah! let the word
Echo round the earth and main.
2 Hallelujah!-hark! the sound,
From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies.
See Jehovah's banners furled, [done;
Sheathed His sword: He speaks-'tis
And the kingdoms of this world
Are the kingdoms of His Son.
3 He shall reign from pole to pole,
With illimitable sway:
He shall reign, when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have passed away.
Then the end;-beneath His rod
Man's last enemy shall fall:
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ, is all in all.
"And they sing the song of Moses and of the Lamb."
1 AWAKE, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
Wake, every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
2 Sing of His dying love;
Sing of His rising power;
Sing how He intercedes above,
For those whose sins He bore.
3 Ye pilgrims on the road
To Zion's city, sing!
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,
In Christ, the eternal King.
4 Soon shall we hear Him say, "Ye blessed children, come. Soon will He call us hence away, And take His wanderers home. 5 There shall each raptured tongue His endless praise proclaim; And sing in sweeter notes the song Of Moses and the Lamb.
"The ransomed shall come to Zion with songs."
Isa, xxxv, 10.
1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing:
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways!
2 We are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod:
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Foes are round us, but we stand
On the borders of our land:
Jesus, God's exalted Son,
Bids us undismayed go on.
4 Onward, then, we gladly press
Through this earthly wilderness.
Only, Lord, our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.
"Hallowed be thy name." Matt. vi. 9. 7's.
1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord,
In the highest heavens adored,
Author of all nature's frame;
Father, hallowed be Thy name.
2 Though estranged from Thee in heart,
Doubtless Thou our Father art:
From Thy hand our spirits came:
Father, hallowed be Thy name.
3 Nor by nature's tie alone
Thou art as our Father known:
Nearer now, in Christ, our claim:
Father, hallowed be Thy name.
4 Born anew, Oh, may we feel
Filial love, the Spirit's seal; [shame :
Cleansed from guilt, redeemed from
Father, hallowed be Thy name.
5 Whether, then, in want or wealth,
Joy or sorrow, pain or health,
Still our prayer shall be the same :
Father, hallowed be Thy name.
"It is he that hath made us." Psalm c. 3. 7's.
1 OH, give thanks to Him who made
Morning light and evening shade;
Source and Giver of all good,
Nightly sleep and daily food;
Quickener of our wearied powers,
Guard of our unconscious hours.
2 Oh, give thanks to Nature's King,
Who made every breathing thing:
His our warm and sentient frame,
His the mind's immortal flame.
Oh, how close the ties that bind
Spirits to the Eternal Mind!
3 Oh, give thanks with heart and lip,
For we are His workmanship;
And all creatures are His care.
Not a bird that cleaves the air,
Falls unnoticed; but who can
Speak the Father's love to man?
4 Oh, give thanks to Him who came
In a mortal, suffering frame-
Temple of the Deity-
Came for rebel man to die;
In the path Himself hath trod,
Leading back His saints to God.
"O bless our God, ye people." Psa. lxvi. 8. c. M. 1 LIFT up to God the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired: Loud and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardour fired.
2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, Whose tender care sustains
Our feeble frame, encompassed round
With death's unnumbered pains.
3 Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute, as it flies,
With benefits unsought.
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