_Psalm 95._ (4)
Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King!
For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation"s Rock we praise.
2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs.
3 Oh, let us to his courts repair, And bow with adoration there; Down on our knees, devoutly, all Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
Nahum Tate, 1696.
14 Park Street. L.M.
_Joining in Praise._ (75)
Sweet is the work, my G.o.d! my King!
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal care shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found, Like David"s harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
Isaac Watts.
15 Harvey"s Chant. C. M.
_The Goodness of G.o.d in His Works._ (26)
Hail! great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise; Nature, through all her various scenes, Invites us to thy praise.
2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, Fresh wonders strike our view; And, while we gaze, our hearts exult With transports ever new.
3 Thy glory beams in every star, Which gilds the gloom of night; And decks the smiling face of morn With rays of cheerful light.
4 And while, in all thy wondrous ways, Thy varied love we see; Oh, may our hearts, great G.o.d, be led Through all thy works to thee.
Anon. 1795.
16 Harvey"s Chant. C.M.
_Praise at all Times._ (27)
My soul shall praise thee, O my G.o.d Through all my mortal days, And in eternity prolong Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
2 In every smiling, happy hour, Be this my sweet employ; Thy praise refines my earthly bliss, And heightens all my joy.
3 When anxious grief and gloomy care Afflict my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise, And lull each pain to rest.
4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim The honors of my G.o.d; My life, with all its active powers, Shall spread thy praise abroad.
5 And when these lips shall cease to move, When death shall close these eyes, My soul shall then to n.o.bler heights Of joy and transport rise.
O. Heigenbotham.
17 Harvey"s Chant. C.M.
_Psalm 66._ (24)
Lift up to G.o.d the voice of praise, Whose breath our souls inspired; Loud, and more loud the anthem raise, With grateful ardor fired.
2 Lift up to G.o.d the voice of praise, Whose goodness, pa.s.sing thought, Loads every minute as it flies, With benefits unsought.
3 Lift up to G.o.d the voice of praise From whom salvation flows, Who sent his Son, our souls to save From everlasting woes.
4 Lift up to G.o.d the voice of praise, For hope"s transporting ray, Which lights, through darkest shades of death, To realms of endless day.
Ralph Wardlaw, 1803.
18 Nicaea 11s, 12s, & 10s.
_Adoration._
Holy, holy, holy! Lord G.o.d Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!
G.o.d over all and blest eternally.
2 Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the gla.s.sy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be.
3 Holy, holy, holy! tho" the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see; Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee; Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord G.o.d Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
G.o.d over all, and blest eternally.
Reginald Heber--_alt._
19 Nicaea 11s, 12s, & 10s.
_Psalm 95._ (18)
Sing to the Lord Jehovah"s name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice.