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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