5 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue This wise and noble end, That all we think, and all we do, Shall to thy glory tend.
1 THE God of nature and of grace, In all his works appears;
His goodness through the earth we trace, His grandeur in the spheres.
2 How excellent, O Lord, thy name, In all creation's lines! Spread through eternity, thy fame With rising lustre shines.
3 Millions before thy presence stand, Who feel, while they adore, Fulness of joy, at thy right hand, And pleasures evermore.
1 NATURE, with all her powers, shall sing Her great Creator and her King: Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne, Begin to make his glories known, Tune high your harps, and spread the sound Throughout creation's utmost bound.
3 Oh! may our ardent zeal employ Our loftiest thoughts, and loudest songs ; Let there be sung, with warmest joy, Hosanna from ten thousand tongues. mp 4 Yet, mighty God, our feeble frame Attempts in vain to reach thy name: The highest notes that angels raise, Fall far below thy glorious praise.
God self-existent and immutable.
1 ALL-POWERFUL, self-existent God, Who all creation dost sustain !
Thou wast, and art, and art to come. And everlasting is thy reign.
2 Fixed and eternal as thy days, Each glorious attribute divine, Through ages infinite, shall still With undiminished lustre shine. 3 Fountain of being! Source of good! Immutable dost thou remain ; Nor can the shadow of a change Obscure the glories of thy reign. 4 Earth may with all her powers dissolve, If such the great Creator's will: But thou forever art the same; "I AM" is thy memorial still.
God almighty and omnipresent.
1 GREAT God, thy penetrating eye Pervades my inmost powers:
With awe profound my wondering soul Falls prostrate, and adores.
2 To be encompassed round with God, The holy and the just;
Armed with omnipotence to save, Or crumble me to dust-
3 Oh, how tremendous is the thought! Deep may it be impressed! And may thy Spirit firmly grave This truth within my breast!
4 Begirt with thee, my fearless soul The gloomy vale shall tread;
And thou wilt bind th' immortal crown Of glory on my head.
1 WHERE'ER, through all his works, we send Our roving eyes abroad,
The various objects all conspire
To lead our souls to God;
2 That God, whose word all nature formed, Whose eye all nature sees;
Whose hand all nature rules, sustains, Or crushes, as he please ;-
3 Before whose high and dazzling throne Myriads of angels bow;
Whose sinile is everlasting bliss- Whose frown is endless wo.
4 Low at his feet, then, O my soul, In prostrate homage fall; Make him thy fear, thy love, thy trust, Thy joy, thy God, thy all."
1 GOD is a spirit, just-and wise; He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to Heaven we raise our cries, And leave our hearts behind.
2 Nothing but truth before his throne With honor can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found.
mp 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere;
Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there.
Wisdom and Knowledge of God.
1 AWAKE, my tongue-thy tribute bring To him who gave thee power to sing ;. Praise him, who is all praise above, The source of wisdom and of love.
2 How vast his knowledge! how profound! A depth where all our thoughts are drowned! The stars he numbers-and their names He gives to all those heavenly flames.
3 Through each bright world above, behold Ten thousand thousand charms unfold: Earth, air, and mighty seas combine, To speak his wisdom all divine.
4 But in redemption, oh what grace! Its wonders, oh what thought can trace! Here wisdom shines forever bright- Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.
Goodness of God seen in his Works.
1 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, noon, 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 The lofty hill-the humble lawn, With countless beauties shine; The silent grove-the awful shade, Proclaim thy power divine.
5 Great nature's God! still may these scenes Our serious hours engage!
Still may our grateful hearts consult Thy works' instructive page!
6 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.
1 INDULGENT Lord, thy goodness reigns Through all the wide, celestial plains; And thence its streams redundant flow, And cheer th' abodes of men below.
2 Through nature's works its glories shine; The cares of providence are thine; And grace erects our ruined frame, A fairer temple to thy name.
3 Oh! give to every human heart To taste and feel how good thou art! With grateful love and holy fear, To know how blest thy children are. 4 Let nature burst into a song;
Ye echoing hills, the notes prolong; Earth, seas, and stars, your anthems raise, All vocal with your Maker's praise!
God our Creator and Benefactor.
1 MY Maker and my King! To thee my all I owe;
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring, Whence all my blessings flow.
2 Thou ever good and kind! A thousand reasons move, A thousand obligations bind My heart to grateful love. 3 The creature of thy hand, On thee alone I live; My God, thy benefits demand More praise than I can give. 4 Lord, what can I impart,
When all is thine before; Thy love demands a thankful heart; The gift, alas! how poor!
5 Shall I withhold thy due?
And shall my passions rove? Lord, form this wretched heart anew, And fill it with thy love.
6 Oh let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine; Let all my powers to thee aspire, And all my days be thine.
1 THIS frame, O God-these noble powers, To thy creating hand I owe; Thy providence preserves me safe, And crowns my every wish below.
2 Oft in the visions of the night,
My thoughts o'er all thy mercies rove; And, every midnight wakeful hour, I trace the wonders of thy love.
3 The pleasing, unexhausted theme Each rising morn my soul pursues- In fervent prayer ascends to thee, And still her grateful song renews.
4 Thy mercies, Lord, through endless years, Shall all my raptured powers employ; Yet endless years will only swell My wonder, gratitude, and joy.
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