5 Thou hast on us the grace bestowed Thy greatness to proclaim;
And therefore now we thank our God, And praise thy glorious name.
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.
2 Favored mortals, raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.
3 Mark the wonders of his hand;
Power, no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.
4 Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promised blessings down:
Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.
1 GREATEST of beings! source of life,
Sovereign of air, and earth, and sea!
All nature feels thy power, and all
A silent homage pays to thee.
2 Waked by thy hand, the morning sun
Pours forth to thee its earlier rays,
And spreads thy glories as it climbs;
While raptured worlds look up and praise.
3 The moon to the deep shades of night
Speaks the mild lustre of thy name;
While all the stars, that cheer the scene,
Thee, the great Lord of light proclaim.
4 And groves, and vales, and rocks and hills, And every flower, and every tree,
Ten thousand creatures warm with life,
Have each a grateful song for thee.
5 But man was formed to rise to heaven;
And blest with reason's clearer light,
He views his Maker through his works,
And glows with rapture at the sight.
6 Nor can the thousand songs that rise,
Whether from air, or earth, or sea,
So well repeat Jehovah's praise,
Or raise such sacred harmony.
1 HOLY, holy, holy Lord!
Be thy glorious name adored
Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,
Deign our humble songs to hear;
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3 There no tongue shall silent be;
All shall join in harmony;
That through heaven's capacious round
Praise to thee may ever sound.
4 Lord, thy mercies never fail;
Hail, celestial goodness, hail!
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Be thy glorious name adored.
1 LET one loud song of praise arise
To God, whose goodness ceaseless flows;
Who dwells enthroned above the skies,
And life and breath on all bestows.
2 Let all of good this bosom fires,
To him, sole good, give praises due;
Let all the truth himself inspires,
Unite to sing him only true.
3 In ardent adoration joined, Obedient to thy holy will,
Let all our faculties combined,
Thy just commands, O God! fulfil.
4 O! may the solemn-breathing sound
Like incense rise before thy throne,
Where thou, whose glory knows no bound,
Great Cause of all things, dwell'st alone.
Praise of God peculiarly due from Man.
1 THERE Seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every opening flower,
Which tells, O Lord! the wondrous tale
Of thy indulgence, love, and power.
2 The birds that rise on soaring wing
Appear to hymn their Maker's praise,
And all the mingling sounds of spring
To thee a general pæan raise.
3 And shall my voice, great God, alone
Be mute 'midst nature's loud acclaim?
No; let my heart with answering tone
Breathe forth in praise thy holy name.
4 And nature's debt is small to mine,
Thou bad'st her being bounded be;
But-matchless proof of love divine-
Thou gav'st immortal life to me.
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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 of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise! 2 Though hid from man's sight, God sits on his throne,
Yet here by his works their author is known: The world shines a mirror its maker to show, And heaven views its image reflected below.
3 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.
4 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 O GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored.
2 To thee all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry;
3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway.
4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee,
That thou eternal Father art
Of boundless majesty.
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