10 GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth adored!
2. To thee, all angels cry aloud;
To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry ;
3 O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled
Of thy majestic sway!
4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee;
That thou the eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.
Imploring the Compassion of God.
1 O God! whose dread and dazzling brow Love never yet forsook ;
On those who seek thy presence now,
In deep compassion look.
2 For many a frail and erring heart
Is in thy holy sight,
And feet too willing to depart
From the plain way of right.
3 Yet, pleased the humble prayer to hear,
And kind to all that live,
Thou, when thou see'st the contrite tear,
Art ready to forgive.
4 Lord! aid us with thy heavenly grace
Our truest bliss to find;
Nor sternly judge our erring race,
So feeble and so blind.
10 How delightful is the road
That leads us to thy temple, Lord!
With joy we visit thine abode,
And seek the treasures of thy word.
2 O heavenly treasures! glorious light!
From ancient sages long concealed;
Till Christ restored the feeble sight,
And God's unchanging word revealed.
3 For thee, O Lord! our thoughts prepare
The sacrifice thy love demands;
A soul repentant and sincere,
A grateful heart, and liberal hands.
1 O LORD, how excellent thy name!
How glorious to behold,
Engraven fair on all thy works
In characters of gold!
2 On heaven's immeasurable face,
In lines immensely great;
In small, on every leaf and flower,
Creator God, is writ.
3 Though reason be not given to all,
Nor voice to thee, O sun!
Their Maker all proclaim, and here
Their language is but one.
4 From land to land, from world to world
Thy fame is echoed round;
And ages, as they pass, transmit
The never-dying sound.
5 Angels, the eldest sons of God,
Began the lofty song;
They saw the heavens expand abroad,
And earth on nothing hung.
6 Then man, the last and noblest work. Of all this lower frame,
With the first vital breath he drew,
Confessed from whence he came.
7 O let us all give praise to God,
And magnify his name;
The wonders of his power and love
Let the whole world proclaim!
1 O PRAISE ye the Lord! prepare a new song,
And let all his saints in full concert join:
With voices united the anthem prolong,
And show forth his praises with music divine.
2 Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend;
Let each grateful heart be glad in its King;
The God whom we worship, our songs will attend,
And view with complacence the offering we bring.
3 Be joyful, ye saints, sustained by his might,
And let your glad song awake with each morn:
For those who obey him are still his delight,
His hand with salvation the meek will adorn.
4 Then praise ye the Lord! prepare a glad song,
And let all his saints in full concert join :
With voices united the anthem prolong,
And show forth his praises with music divine.
Praise to the supreme Ruler and Judge.
1 O SING to the Lord a new song!
Let the universe join in the strain;
Each day the glad tribute prolong,
His wonders, his glory maintain.
Let gratitude bless the kind power
From whom our salvation descends:
How great is the God we adore!
How rich are the blessings he sends!
2 In the beauty of holiness bow:
O worship with fear and with love!
How solemn his temples below!
How glorious his presence above!
Proclaim to the nations around,
That our God, the omnipotent, reigns,
Whose righteousness space cannot bound,
Whose purpose unaltered remains!
3 Olet the wide heavens rejoice,
The earth with her myriads be glad!
The ocean shall join his loud voice,
And the woods in rich verdure be clad:
Rejoice! for the Lord is at hand;
Prepare for his judgment is nigh:
Before him all nations shall stand;
No guilt from his justice can fly.
Divine Light and Guidance implored.
1 O SOURCE of uncreated light!
By whom the worlds were raised from night:
Come, visit every pious mind;
Come, pour thy joys on human kind.
2 Plenteous in grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy matchless energy:
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make us temples worthy thee.
3 Chase from our path each noxious foe,
And peace, the fruit of love, bestow :
And, lest our feet should step astray,
Protect and guide us in our way.
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