To thee we raise our grateful songs,
And praise thy glorious name; Thy love, O Lord, inspires our tongues, Thy mercy to proclaim.
Great Source of light, indulgent God, How rich thy mercies are! Teach us to spread thy name abroad, And all thy truth declare.
O glorious Sun of Righteousness, Diffuse thy beams divine; May we behold thy lovely face, And in thy image shine.
May thy pure light on Zion shine, The clouds of sin dispel ; That peace, and life, and joy divine, In every heart may dwell.
May we be drawn to thee, O Lord, By blessings from above, United by the three-fold cord
Of faith and hope and love.
So shall we feel the kindling glow Of thy celestial fire; And while we journey here below, To thy abode aspire.
May that bright day roll swiftly on When thou shalt reign below; And all beneath the circling sun, Thy full salvation know.
For this, O Lord, may every heart In constant prayer ascend, Till all shall see thee as thou art, And praise thee without end.
What glorious tidings do I hear From my Redeemer's tongue! I can no longer silence bear, I'll burst into a song.
The blind receive their sight with joy; The lame are now restored; The dumb their loosen'd tongues employ; The deaf can hear the word.
The dead are raised to life anew, By renovating grace;
The glorious gospel 's preached to you,
Eternal God, in whom we live, In whom we are and move, The glory, power, and praise receive Of thy creating love.
Let all the bright angelic throng
Give thanks to God on high, While earth repeats the joyful song, Which echoes through the sky. Let each of all thy creatures be, Of all thy ransomed race, Devoted heart and mind to thee, For thy redeeming grace.
The grace on sinful men bestowed, Ye heavenly choirs proclaim, And cry, Salvation to our God! Salvation to the Lamb!
Thou author of redeeming grace, May all thy saints adore Thy saving truth, and ever bless Thy heart-renewing power.
Not angel-spirits can conceive, Thy love's ecstatic height; And we alone by faith receive, Its renovating light.
Eternal and unchanging Lord, Let all the hosts above, Let all the sons of men record Thy universal love.
When time and earth are fled away, Before thy glorious face, Mankind shall sing, in endless day, The glories of thy grace.
Hark! 'tis the prophet of the skies Proclaims redemption near! The night of death and bondage flies, The dawning tints appear.
O Zion, from thy shades of gloom, Awake to glorious day!
Thy desert wastes with verdure bloom, Thy shadows flee away!
The gladdening news, conveyed afar, Remotest nations hear;
To welcome in the Morning Star
Begin, my soul, the lofty lay; Let each enraptured thought obey,
And praise thy Maker's name; Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise,
To swell the gladdening theme.
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; Astonished worlds adore.
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.
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.
Jehovah spake! wide chaos heard, And bowing to his sovereign word, Confusion, darkness fled; While from the deep, the void profound, Celestial splendors shone around,
And new-born beauties spread.
Up rose the sun in cloudless light, And at meridian strength and height, Beamed from his radiant throne; The moon was robed in silver rays, And mild, reflecting solar blaze;
Bright gem'd the starry zone.
"Let these be signs"-Jehovah said: From pole to pole the signs were spread, And mortals bade them hail! For wisdom, love, and power shall be Thy signs, O Lord, and lead to thee, Beyond death's cloudy vale.
All glory to our God above
Arise, and hail the happy day; Cast all low cares of life away,
And thought of meaner things: This day, to cure our deadly woes, The Sun of Righteousness arose, With healing in his wings.
If angels, on that happy morn, The Saviour of the world was born,
Much more should we, of human race, Poured forth their joyful songs, Adore the wonders of his grace,
To whom that grace belongs. O, then, let heaven and earth rejoice, Let every creature join his voice, To hymn the happy day, When Jesus triumphed o'er his foes, As from the shades of death he rose, Life's sceptre wide to sway.
In grateful rapture to the skies, O let your mingling voices rise
And hail a Saviour's birth; Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came, With peace to bless the earth.
Although the vine its fruit deny; The budding fig-tree droop and die; No oil the olive field;- Yet will I trust me in my God, Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod, And by his grace be healed.
Though fields in verdure once arrayed,
Though from the fold the flock decay Though herds, long famished, die aw Around the empty stall
My soil above the wreck shall rise, For better joys are in the skies,There God is all in all.
In God, my strength, howe'er distrest
But in thy word I see it shine With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiven; There faith and hope direct the way To love's resplendent, holy day, In thy unclouded heaven.
In thy dear name, O Lord, we meet, Before thy blessed mercy seat, Thy mercy to embrace; Thy spirit we desire to know, That we may square our lives below By reason and by grace.
Not in the tombs we pine to dwell, Not in the dark and dreary cell,
By vows and grates confined; Freely to all ourselves we'd give, Constrained by thy great love, to live The friends of all mankind.
To us, O Lord, thy love impart, To govern each devoted heart,
And fit us for thy will! Deep founded in thy truth and grace, Build up thy rising church, and place The city on the hill.
O let our love and faith abound! O let our lives to all around,
Our Father, whose eternal sway The bright angelic hosts obey,
O lend a pitying ear, When on thy awful name we call, And at thy feet submissive fall, O, condescend to hear.
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