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MEET and right it is to sing,
In every time and place,
Glory to our heavenly King,
The God of truth and grace:
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join;
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Eternal praise be thine!
2 Vying with the happy choir
Who chant thy praise above;
We on eagles' wings aspire,
The wings of faith and love:
Thee they sing, with glory crown'd;
We extol the slaughter'd Lamb;
Lower if our voices sound,
Our subject is the same.
3 Father, God, thy love we praise,
Which gave thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify:
Spirit, Comforter divine,
Praise by all to thee be given;
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turn'd to heaven.
THE wisdom own'd by all thy sons,
To me, O God, impart;
The knowledge of the holy ones,
The understanding heart.
2 Thy name, O holy Father, tell
To one who would believe;
To me thy only Son reveal,
Thy Holy Spirit give.
3 'Tis life, eternal life, to know
The heavenly Persons mine;
Father, and Son, and Spirit, bestow
That precious faith divine.
4 A Trinity in Unity,
My soul shall then adore;
And love, and praise, and worship thee,
JEHOVAH, evermore.
A THOUSAND Oracles divine,
Their common beams unite;
That sinners may with angels join
To worship God aright:
2 To praise a Trinity, adored
By all the hosts above;
And one thrice holy God and Lord,
Through endless ages love.
3 Triumphant host! they never cease
To laud and magnify
The triune God of Holiness,
Whose glory fills the sky:
4 Whose glory to this earth extends,
When God himself imparts;
And the whole Trinity descends
Into our faithful hearts.
5 By faith the upper choir we meet,
And join with them to sing
Jehovah, on his shining seat,
Our Maker, and our King.
PRAISE FOR TEMPORAL BENEFITS.
PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise:
His nature and his works invite,
To make this duty our delight.
2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names:
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd.
3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds around the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn:
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
5 What is the creature's skill or force?
The sprightly man or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.
6 But saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.
HAPPY man, whom God does aid:
God our souls and bodies made:
God on us, in gracious showers,
Blessings every moment pours;
He upholds with angel-bands,
Bids them bear us in their hands:
Parents, friends, 'twas God bestow'd:
Life and all descends from God.
2 He this flowery carpet spread;
Made the earth on which we tread:
God refreshes in the air;
Covers with the clothes we wear;
Feeds us with the food we eat;
Cheers us with his light and heat;
Makes his sun on us to shine:
All our blessings are divine.
Give him, then, and ever give,
Thanks for all that we receive:
Man we for his kindness love,
How much more our God above:
Worthy thou, our heavenly Lord,
To be honour'd and adored:
God of all-creating grace,
Take the everlasting praise.
FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love!
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth,
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine;
The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gavest refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
A kindly harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter fails.
6 Glory to God who reigns above;
The eternal Three in One,
Who by the wonders of his love
Has made his nature known.
PRAISE: FOR SPIRITUAL MERCIES.
GLORY to God whose sovereign grace
Has animated senseless stones;
Call'd us to stand before his face,
And raised us into Abraham's sons.
2 The people who in darkness lay,
In sin and error's deadly shade,
Have seen a glorious gospel-day,
In Jesus' lovely face display'd.
3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
And bared thy arm in all our sight:
Hast made the reprobates thy own,
And claim'd the outcasts as thy right.
4 Thy single arm, Almighty Lord,
To us the great salvation brought:
Thy word, thy all-creating word,
That spake at first the world from nought.
5 For this the saints lift up their voice, And ceaseless praise to thee is given;
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