1 How beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal.
2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
'Zion, behold thy Savior king,
He reigns and triumphs here.'
3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
4 How blessed are our eyes!
That see this heavenly light;
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight!
5 The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad:
Let every nation now behold
Their Savior and their God.
1 AWAKE, our noblest powers, to bless
The God of Abra'm, God of Peace;
Now by a dearer title known,
Father and God of Christ his Son.
2 Through every age his gracious ear
Is open to his servants' prayer;
Nor can one humble soul complain
That he has sought his God in vain.
3 What unbelieving heart shall dare
In whispers to suggest a fear,
While still he owns his ancient name,
The same his power, his love the same.
4 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes,
And boldly through the desert tread ;
For God will guard where Christ hath led.
10 FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
Let every and their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
2 Whilst angels shout their lofty praise,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth their voices raise,
O'er all the earth he reigns.
3 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
4 In Israel stood his ancient throne;
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.
1 To our Almighty Maker, God,
New honors be addressed;
His great salvation shines abroad,
And makes the nations blest.
2 Joy to the world! the Lord is come,
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
3 Joy to the world! her Savior reigns,
Let men their songs employ ;
While lands and seas, rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
4 No more let sin 'and sorrow grow,
Nor violence abound;
He comes to make his blessings flow,
Wherever man is found.
1 To God, the mighty Lord,
Your joyful thanks repeat;
To him due praise afford,
As good as he is great:
For God does prove
Our constant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.
2 To him, whose wondrous power,
All other gods obey;
Who earthly kings adore,
This grateful homage pay:
For God will prove
Our constant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.
1 WITH all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song;
While holy zeal directs my eyes
To thy fair temple in the skies.
2 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I'll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all thy works and names below,
So much thy power and glory show.
3 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
4 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work which wisdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.
1 GREAT is the Lord! our souls adore!
We wonder while we praise;
Thy power, what creature can explore,
Or equal honors raise?
2 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue,
While suns shall set and rise;
And tune my everlasting song
In realms beyond the skies.
3 Thy praise shall be my constant theme,
The wonders of thy power;
I'll speak the honors of thy name,
And bid the world adore.
4 But sweetly flowing strains shall tell
The riches of thy grace;
And songs of grateful joy reveal
Thy spotless righteousness.
5 How large thy tender mercies are!
How wide thy grace extends!
On thy beneficence and care
The universe depends.
1 HAPPY the man whose hopes divine
On nature's guardian God recline;
Who can with sacred transport say,
This God is mine, my help, my stay.
2 Heaven, earth and sea declare his name ;
He built, he filled their spacious frame;
And o'er creation's fairest lines
His steadfast truth unchanging shines.
3 His justice looks on those who mourn
Beneath the proud oppressor's scorn;
The hungry poor his hand sustains,
And breaks the wretched captive's chains.
4 If weary strangers friendless roam,
Divine protection is their home;
The Lord relieves the widow's care,
And dries the helpless orphan's tear.
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