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5 O measureless Might ! ineffable Love !

While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, tho' feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise.

Sir R. Grant.




Psalm C.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,

He can create, and He destroy.
His sovereign power without our aid

Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,

He brought us to His fold again.
3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heavens our voices raise,
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is Thy command,

Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand

When rolling years have ceased to move.

5* To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom earth and heaven adore,
Be glory, as it was of old
Is now, and shall be evermore. Amen.

1. Watts, *



LORD God, we worship Thee !
In loud and happy chorus,

We praise Thy love and power,
Whose goodness reigneth o'er us!
Since golden Peace, O Lord,

Thou grantest us to see,
Our land with one accord,

Lord God, gives thanks to Thee!


Lord God, we worship Thee !
Thou didst indeed chastise us,

Yet still Thy anger spares,
And still Thy mercy tries us ;
Once more our Father's hand

Doth bid our sorrows flee,
And Peace rejoice our land ;

Lord God, we worship Thee !


Lord God, we worship Thee !
And pray Thee, who hast blest us,

That we may live in peace,
And none henceforth molest us;
O crown us with Thy love ;

Fulfil our cry to Thee,
O Father, grant our prayer ;
Lord God, we worship Thee !

7. Franck. C. Winkworth. (tr.)


Cantemus cuncti.

THE strain upraise of joy and praise,

To the glory of their King
Shall the ransomed people sing,

And the choirs that dwell on high
Shall re-echo through the sky,

They through the fields of Paradise who roam,
The blessed ones, repeat through that bright

Hallelujah! The planets glittering on their heavenly way, The shining constellations, join and say,

Ye clouds that onward sweep,

Ye winds on pinions light,
Ye thunders, echoing loud and deep,

Ye lightnings, wildly bright,
In sweet consent unite your Hallelujah !

Ye floods and ocean billows,
Ye storms and winter snow,
Ye days of cloudless beauty,
Hoar frost and summer glow ;
Ye groves that wave in spring,
And glorious forests, sing Hallelujah!
First let the birds, with painted plumage gay,
Exalt their great Creator's praise, and say

Then let the beasts of earth, with varying strain,
Join in creation's hymn, and cry again,

Hallelujah! Here let the mountains thunder forth sonorous

Hallelujah! There let the valleys sing in gentle chorus,

Hallelujah! Thou jubilant abyss of ocean, cry

Hallelujah! Ye tracts of earth and continents, reply

To God, who all creation made,
The frequent hymn be duly paid;

Hallelujah! This is the strain, the eternal strain, the Lord Almighty loves;

Hallelujah! This is the song, the heavenly song, that Christ Himself approves ;

Hallelujah! Wherefore we sing, both heart and voice awaking,

Hallelujah! And children's voices echo, answer making,

Now from all men be outpoured
Hallelujah to the Lord ;
With Hallelujah evermore

The Son and Spirit we adore.
Praise be done to the Three in One,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah !

Amen. Godescalcus. 7. M. Neale. (tr.)



I 1 COME, O come! in pious lays

Sound we God Almighty's praise ;
Hither bring, in one consent,
Heart, and voice, and instrument:
Music add of every kind,
Sound the trump, the cornet wind,
Strike the viol, touch the lute,
Let not tongue nor string be mute ;
Nor a creature dumb be found
That hath either voice or sound.
Let those things which do not live
In still music praises give;
Lowly pipe, ye worms that creep
On the earth or in the deep :
Loud aloft your voices strain,
Beasts and monsters of the main ;
Birds, your warbling treble sing ;
Clouds, your peals of thunder ring ;
Sun and moon, exalted higher,

And bright stars, augment the choir. 3 Come, ye sons of human race,

In this chorus take your place,
And amid the mortal throng
Be you masters of the song :
Angels and supernal powers,
Be the noblest tenor yours :
Let, in praise of God, the sound
Run a never-ending round,
That our song of praise may be
Everlasting, as is He.

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