2 Ev'ry note that cheers the vale, Ev'ry sweet that scents the gale; Ev'ry blooming flow'r we see,
Tells that joy we owe to Thee.
3 Ev'ry breath that heaves the breast,
Ev'ry sound by voice exprest,
Ev'ry thought the mind sets free,
Tells that life we owe to Thee.
4 But when we Redemption view, Gaze on what Thy love could do: Lord, our grateful hearts agree, How much more we owe to Thee.
1 REJOICE; the Lord is King!
Your God and King adore;
Mortals give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say rejoice.
Rejoice; the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say rejoice.
3 His kingdom cannot fail;
He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
The keys of death and hell
Are to our Saviour giv'n.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice, again I say rejoice.
4 Rejoice in glorious hope; Jesus, the Judge, shall come, And take his servants up
To their eternal home.
We soon shall hear th' archangel's voice, The trump of God shall sound-Rejoice!
COME saints and adore him, come bow at his feet,
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet,
Let joyful Hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
To the Lamb that was slain, all honour be paid,
And crowns without number encircle his head;
Let blessing, and glory, and riches, and might,
Evermore be ascribed by angels of light.
Come saints and adore him, come bow at his feet,
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet,
Let joyful Hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
GRACE! 'tis a cheering sound,
Harmonious to the ear:
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contriv'd the way,
To save rebellious man:
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.
3 Grace led our wand'ring feet To tread the heav'nly road:
And new supplies each hour we meet,
While pressing on to God.
Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days:
In glory lays the topmost stone,
While heav'n resounds with praise.
1 COME Thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,
Interpos'd His precious blood.
2 O! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily, I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace now, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart-O take and seal it !
Seal it from thy courts above.
1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
The unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an Almighty hand.
2 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
3 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine. "
1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While you surround the Throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King,
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The hill of Sion yields
A thousand sacred sweets;
Before we reach the heavenly fields.
Or walk the golden streets.
4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry:
We're marching through Emmanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high!
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