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PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens adore Hini ;

Praise Him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon rejoice before Him;

Praise Him, all ye stars and light.
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken ;

Worlds His mighty voice obeyed;
Laws which never shall be broken

For their guidance He has made.


Praise the Lord, for He is glorious;

Never shall His promise fail ;
God has made Hiś saints victorious ;

Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation ;

Hosts on high, His power proclaim ;
Heaven and earth and all creation,

Laud and magnify His Name. Amen.



Psalm CL.
PRAISE the Lord, His glories show,
Saints within His courts below,
Angels round His throne above,
All that see and share His love.
Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,
Tell His wonders, sing His worth ;
Age to age, and shore to shore,
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore !


Praise the Lord, His mercies trace ;
Praise His providence and grace,
All that He for man hath done,
All He sends us through His Son :
Strings and voices, hands and hearts,
In the concert bear your parts ;
All that breathe, your Lord adore,
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore! Amen.

H. F. Lyte.



O PRAISE the Lord; for He is love,

The mighty Lord, and King of kings :
O thank the God all gods above,

From whom eternal mercy springs.


O praise Him on His glory-throne,

The mighty Lord, and King of kings,
Who doth all wondrous deeds alone,

From whom eternal mercy springs.

3 Who by His wisdom heaven arrayed,

The mighty Lord, and King of kings,
And earth above the waters laid ;

From whom eternal mercy springs.

4 Who feeds all tribes that live and move,

The mighty Lord, and King of kings: Thank Him, whose heavenly Name is love,

From whom eternal mercy springs. Amen. 347.


LORD, we thank Thee for the pleasure

That our happy lifetime gives,
The inestimable treasure

Of a soul that ever lives;
Mind that looks before and after,

Yearning for its home above,
Human tears and human laughter,

And the depth of human love.


For the thrill, the leap, the gladness

Of our pulses flowing free ;
E’en for every touch of sadness,

That may bring us nearer Thee:
But, above all other kindness,

Thine unutterable love,
Which, to heal our sin and blindness,

Sent Thy dear Son from above.

3 Teach us so our days to number,

That we may be early wise ;
Dreamy mist or cloud of slumber

Never dull our heavenward eyes ;
Hearty be our work and willing,

As to Thee and not to men,
For we know our souls fulfilling

Is in heaven, and not till then. Amen.


WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Thy Providence my life sustained,

And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,

And hung upon the breast.
3 Unnumbered comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whence these comforts flowed. 4 When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man. 5 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou

With health renewed my face ;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.
6 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart

That tastes those gifts with joy. 7 Through all eternity to Thee

A joyful song I'll raise :
But 0 ! eternity's too short
To utter all Thy praise !

7. Addison.




sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's car !
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.


It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary rest.

3 Dear Name! the rock on which I build,

My shield and hiding-place,
My never-failing treasury, filled

With boundless stores of grace.

+ Jesus, my Shepherd, Husband, Friend,

My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,

Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought ;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,

I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then, I would Thy love proclaim

With every fleeting breath ;
And may the music of Thy Name
Refresh my soul in death! Amen.

7. Newton.

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