They go from strength to strength
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each arrives at length,
Till each in bliss appears:
O glorious seat,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
Our willing feet.
PRAISE the Lord, His glories show,
Saints within His courts below,
Angels round His throne above,
All that see and share His love;
Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,
Tell His wonders, sing His worth;
Age to age, and shore to shore,
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore!
Praise the Lord; His mercies trace;
Praise His providence and grace;
All that He for man hath done,
All He sends us through His Son:
Harps and voices, hands and hearts,
In the concert bear your parts;
All that breathe, your Lord adore,
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore!
SING We the song of those who stand
Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.
"Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,"
Cry the redeemed above,
"Blessing and honour to obtain,
"And everlasting love."
Worthy the Lamb," on earth we sing,
"Who died our souls to save;
Henceforth, O Death, where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O Grave ?"
Then Hallelujah, power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise,
Renew the strain in heaven!
YE hallelujahs sing on high,
Blest angels, while we silent lie;
Joyful ye hymn the Ever-Blest,
Before the throne, and never rest.
I with your choir celestial join
In offering up a hymn divine;
With you in heaven I hope to dwell,
And bid the world and night farewell.
My soul, when I shake off this dust,
Lord, in Thy arms I will entrust;
O make me Thy peculiar care,
Some mansion for my soul prepare.
Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,
Fresh ardours kindle in my heart;
One ray of Thy all-quickening light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.
Among Thy saints, or at their feet,
Appoint for me some blissful seat:
I'll strive to sing as loud as they,
Who sit above in brighter day.
FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends Thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing;
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Saviour's name :
In ev'ry land begin the song;
To ev'ry land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.
JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That ever angels bore :
All are too mean
To speak His worth,
Too mean to set
My Saviour forth.
But O what gentle terms,
What condescending ways
Doth our Redeemer use,
To teach His heavenly grace.
Mine eyes with joy
And wonder see
How great the love
He bears for me.
I love my Shepherd's voice,
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring soul among
The thousands of His sheep:
He feeds His flock,
He calls their names,
His bosom bears
The tender lambs.
THOU God, all glory, honour, pow'r,
Art worthy to receive;
Since all things by Thy pow'r were made,
And by Thy bounty live.
And worthy is the Lamb, all pow'r,
Honour and wealth to gain,
Glory and strength; who for our sins
A sacrifice was slain.
All worthy Thou, who hast redeem'd
And ransom'd us to God,
From ev'ry nation, ev'ry coast,
By Thy most precious blood.
Blessing and honour, glory, pow'r,
By all in earth and heav'n,
To Him that sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb be given.
LORD, how shall words with equal warmth,
The gratitude declare,
Which glows within my ravish'd heart ?
But Thou canst read it there.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
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