They show the labor of thine hands, Or impress of thy feet.
Praise to God for his Greatness and Mercy.
1 GLORY be to God on high! God, whose glory fills the sky. Peace on earth to man forgiven! Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. Glory be to God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky.
2 Favored mortals, raise the song; Endless thanks to God belong. Hearts o'erflowing with his praise, Join the hymns your voices raise.
3 Call the tribes of beings round From creation's utmost bound. Where the Godhead shines confessed, There be solemn praise addressed.
4 Mark the wonders of his hand; Power, no empire can withstand; Wisdom, angels' glorious theme; Goodness, one eternal stream.
5 Awful Being! from thy throne Send thy promised blessings down; Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace, Bid our raging passions cease. Glory be, &c.
1 YE tribes of Adam, join
With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine
To your Creator's praise : Ye holy throng
Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song.
2 Thou sun, with dazzling rays, And moon, that rul'st the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light:
His power declare,
Ye floods on high,
And clouds that fly
In empty air.
3 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move By his
supreme command :
He spake the word, And all their frame
From nothing came To praise the Lord.
4 He moved their mighty wheels In unknown ages past,
And each his word fulfils
While time and nature last :
In different ways His works proclaim His wondrous name, And speak his praise.
5 Let all the nations fear
The God that rules above; He brings his people near,
And makes them taste his love: While earth and sky Attempt his praise,
His saints shall raise His honors high.
Thanksgiving and Praise.
1 My soul, praise the Lord! Speak good of his name; His mercies record,
His bounties proclaim ; To God, their Creator, Let all creatures raise The song of thanksgiving, The chorus of praise!
2 By knowledge supreme, By wisdom divine, God governs this earth With gracious design; O'er beast, bird, and insect His providence reigns, Whose will first created,
Whose love still sustains.
3 And man, his last work, With reason endued, Who, falling through sin, By grace is renewed, - To God, his Creator, Let man ever raise The song of thanksgiving, The chorus of praise!
1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days: Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ,-
2 For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, For the vine's exalted juice, For the generous olive's use;
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse; -
4 All that Spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores:
5 These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
6 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot Drop her green, untimely fruit;
7 Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her store; Though the sickening flocks should fall, And the herds desert the stall;
8 Should thine altered hand restrain The early and the latter rain; Blast each opening bud of joy, And the rising year destroy; -
9 Yet to thee my soul should raise Grateful vows and solemn praise; And, when every blessing 's flown, Love thee for thyself alone.
Concert of Praise. Psalm 148.
1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise the Almighty's name;
Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise,
To swell the inspiring theme.
2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound, While all the adoring throngs around His wondrous mercy sing; Let every listening saint above Wake all the tuneful soul of love, And touch the loudest string.
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