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THE strain upraise of joy and praise,

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

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

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

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

Hallelujah!
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

Hallelujah!
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

Hallelujah!
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,

Hallelujah!
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.)

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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.

4 From earth's vast and hollow womb,

Music's deepest base may come ;
Seas and floods, from shore to shore,
Shall their counter-tenors roar :
To this concert, when we sing,
Whistling winds your descants bring ;
That our song may over-climb
All the bounds of place and time,
And ascend, from sphere to sphere,
To the great Almighty's ear.

5 So from heaven on earth He shall

Let His gracious blessings fall ;
And this huge wide orb we see
Shall one choir, one temple be ;
Where in such a praiseful tone
We will sing what He hath done,
That the cursed fiends below
Shall thereat impatient grow:
Then, O come, in pious lays
Sound we God Almighty's praise! Amen.

G. Wither.

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HARK, my soul, how every thing
Strives to serve our bounteous King ;
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its part, and then obeys.

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Nature's chief and sweetest quire
Him with cheerful notes admire ;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.

3 Though their voices lower be,

Streams have too their melody ;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

4 All the flowers that gild the spring

Hither their still music bring ;
If heaven bless them, thankful they
Smell more sweet and look more gay.

5 (Only we can scarce afford

This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things gives and nothing owes.)

6 Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart,

Wake, and gladly say thy part;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.

7 Call whole nature to thine aid,

Since 'twas He whole nature made';
Join in one eternal song,
Who to one God all belong.

8 Live for ever, glorious Lord !

Live, by all Thy works adored !
One in Three, and Three in One,
Thrice we bow to Thee alone!

7. Austin. X

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