Three in one, and one in three, Father didst thy rights maintain; Loving Saviour, slaughter'd Lamb! PRAISE TO GOD. (1.) L. M. 44.Praise to God as the Creator and Preserver. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy: 2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, We are his people, we his care, Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honours shall we rear, 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 45. 1 Y (3.) C. M. Praise to God for Preservation VE humble souls, approach your God 2 All nature owns his guardian care; 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, 'Tis here he makes his goodness known 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come; A safe defence, a peaceful home, 5 Thine eye beholds with kind regard Their humble hope thou wilt reward 6 Great God, to thy almighty love Not all the raptur'd songs above 46. 1 L. M (5) 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, When lords and kings are known no more: 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, 4 He fills the sun with morning light; When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 He sent his Son with pow'r to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave. Wonders of grace to God belong: Repeat his mercies in your song. 6 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly seat. His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. 47. (7.) P. M. 1 I'LL praise my Maker, whilst I've breath; 2 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God, who made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train. His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor; And none shall find his promise vain. 3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind; The Lord supports the fainting mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 4 I'll praise him, while he lends me breath; And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs. My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Whilst life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. 48. (9.) P. M To your Creator God, Your great Preserver, raise, Ye creatures of his hand, His name adore, 2 Thou source of light and heat, Bright sov'reign of the day, With ev'ry beam, Who made thee bright. 3 Fair regent of the night, With all thy starry train, Which rise in silent hosts, 4 Let all the creatures join From ev'ry tongue Öf grateful praise. 5 But oh! from human tongues 49. Ye highly blest (10.) P. M. 1 GLORY be to God on high, God, whose glory fills the sky; 2 Favour'd mortals, raise the song; Glory be, &c. 3 Call the tribes of beings round, From creation's utmost bound; |