4 O could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting Thee,
Where, Lord, could I Thy influence shun?
Or whither from Thy presence run?
1 YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame:
His praise your song employ,
Above the starry frame :
Your voices raise,
Ye Cherubim
And Seraphim,
To sing His praise.
2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day;
Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To Him your homage pay:
His praise declare,
Ye heav'ns above,
And clouds that move
In liquid air.
3 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise His holy Name;
By whose Almighty Word
They all from nothing came.
And all shall last,
From changes free;
His firm decree
Stands ever fast,
1 OH, praise ye the Lord;
Prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great
Assembly to sing:
In our great Creator
Let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion
Be glad in their King.
Let them His great name
Extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp
His praises express:
Who always takes pleasure
His saints to advance,
And with His salvation
The humble to bless.
3 By angels in heav'n
Of ev'ry degree,
And saints upon earth,
All praise be address'd
To God, in Three Persons
One God ever blest;
As it has been, now is,
And always shall be.
1 O PRAISE the Lord in that blest place, From whence His goodness largely flows, Praise Him in heav'n where He His face Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.
2 Praise Him for all the mighty acts, Which He in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
3 Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath He does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ ;
Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.
4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven and earth adore, Be glory, as it was of old,
Is now, and shall be evermore.
1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes;
The Saviour promis'd long;
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
2 He comes, the pris'ners to release,
In Satan's bondage held:
The gates of brass before him break,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes, to bind the broken heart,
To make the wounded whole;
To preach glad tidings to the meek,
And bless the humble soul.
4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!
Thine advent shall proclaim;
And earth and heav'n shall join to sing
The glories of thy name.
1 THAT awful day will surely come,
The appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
Pronounce the sound "Depart.
3 O wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love!
4 Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from Thee,
My spirit cannot rest.
5 O tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Shew me some promise in Thy book
Where my salvation stands.
1 THAT day of wrath! that dreadful day, When heav'n and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? Whom shall he trust that dreadful day?
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