3 Praise Him for His deeds of might,
For His greatness infinite,
For His mercy free and sure,
Which doth evermore endure.
4 He by wisdom built the skies,
And bade earth from ocean rise.
Filled the sun with glorious light;
Gave the moon to rule the night.
5 He beheld us when brought low,
And redeemed us from the foe.
He doth every blessing give:
By His bounty all things live.
6 Oh, give thanks; your voices raise
To the God of heaven in praise;
For His mercy, free and sure,
Shall eternally endure.
"Praise ye the Lord from the heavens." Psa. cxlviii.
1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore Him:
Praise Him, angels, in the height.
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him;
Praise Him, all ye stars of light;
2 Praise the Lord! for He hath spoken;
Worlds His mighty voice obeyed.
Laws that never shall be broken,
For their guidance He hath made. 3 Praise the Lord! for He is glorious: Never shall His promise fail.
God hath made His saints victorious:
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation.
Hosts on high His power proclaim.
Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify His name.
"Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord."
Psalm. cl. P. M.
1 PRAISE the Lord who reigns above,
And keeps His courts below:
Praise Him for His boundless love,
And all His greatness show:
Praise Him for His noble deeds;
Praise Him for His matchless power.
Him, from whom all good proceeds,
Let earth and heaven adore.
2 Publish, spread to all around
The great Immanuel's Name:
Let the gospel-trumpet sound;
Him Prince of Peace proclaim.
Praise Him, every tuneful string;
All the reach of heavenly art,
All the power of music bring,
The music of the heart.
3 Him, in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing;
Glory to our Saviour give,
And homage to our King.
Hallowed be His name beneath,
As in heaven, on earth adored.
Praise the Lord in every breath:
Let all things praise the Lord
HYMNS OF PRAISE FOR THE LORD'S DAY.
34. “ How amiable are thy tabernacles.” Psa. lxxxiv. 104th.
1 HOW honoured, how dear,
That sacred abode,
Where Christians draw near
Their Father and God!
'Mid worldly commotion,
My wearied soul faints
For the house of devotion,
The home of Thy saints.
2 The birds have their home
They fix on their nest:
Wherever they roam,
They return to their rest:
From them fondly learning,
My soul would take wing;
To Thee so returning,
My God and
3 Oh happy the choirs
Who praise Thee above!
What joy tunes their lyres!
Their worship is love.
Yet, safe in Thy keeping,
And happy they be,
In this world of weeping,
Whose strength is in Thee.
4 Though rugged their way,
They drink, as they go,
Of springs that convey
New life as they flow:
The God they rely on,
Their strength shall renew,
Till each, brought to Zion,
His glory shall view.
5 Thou Hearer of prayer!
Still grant me a place,
Where Christians repair
To the courts of Thy grace.
More blest beyond measure
One day so employed,
Than years of vain pleasure
By worldlings enjoyed.
6 Me more would it please Keeping post at Thy gate, Than lying at ease
In chambers of state:
The meanest condition
Outshines, with Thy smiles.
The pomp of ambition,
The world with its wiles.
7 The Lord is a sun:
The Lord is a shield.
What grace has begun,
With glory is sealed.
He hears the distressed;
He succours the just;
And they shall be blessed
Who make Him their trust.
35. "Thou hast made me glad through thy work."
1 THOU who art enthroned above!
Thou by whom we live and move!
Oh how sweet, with joyful tongue,
To resound Thy praise in song!
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All Thy favours to rehearse,
And give thanks in grateful verse.
2 Sweet the day of sacred rest,
When devotion fills the breast,
When we dwell within Thy house,
Hear Thy word, and pay our vows;
Notes to heaven's high mansions raise,
Fill its courts with joyful praise;
With repeated hymns proclaim
Great Jehovah's awful name.
3 From Thy works our joys arise,
O Thou only good and wise!
Who Thy wonders can declare?
How profound Thy counsels are!
Warm our hearts with sacred fire;
Grateful fervours still inspire;
All our powers, with all their might,
Ever in Thy praise unite.
36. "I have loved the habitation of thy house."
1 BLEST is the work, O God and King, To praise Thy glorious name.
By day Thy wondrous grace we sing;
By night Thy truth proclaim.
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