The Book of Common Prayer, and Administration of the Sacraments, and Other Rites and Ceremonies of the Church, According to the Use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America

HYMNS

THE PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL CHURCH

IN THE

United States of America,

SET FORTH IN THE YEARS OF OUR LORD 1739, 1808, AND 1846.

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I DO HEREBY CERTIFY, that this edition of the Hymns of the Protestant Episcopal Church, in the United States of America, set forth in General Conventions of said Church, in the years of our Lord 1789, 1808, and 1826, has been compared and corrected by the Standard Stereotype Edition, and is permitted to be published as a stereotype edition, duly compared and corrected by a suitable person, appointed for that purpose.

NEW YORK, JUNE 1, 1822.

BENJAMIN T. ONDERDONK.

Bishop of the Protestant Episcopal Church

in the State of New-York.

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2 The stars, that in their courses roll,
Have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
How I may soar to heaven.

S The fields provide me food, and show
The goodness of the LORD;
But fruits of life and glory grow
In thy most holy word.

4 Here are my choicest treasures hid
Here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfied,
And here my hopes arise.

LORD, make me understand thy law,
Show what my faults have been,

And from thy Gospel let me draw
Pardon for all my sin.

1 GREAT first of beings! mighty LORD Of all this wondrous frame!

Produced by thy creating word,

The world from nothing came.

2 Thy voice sent forth the high command "T was instantly obey'd:

And through thy goodness all things stand
Which by thy power were made.

3 LORD! for thy glory shine the whole;
They all reflect thy light:
For this in course the planets roll,
And day succeeds the night.

4 For this the sun disperses heat
And beams of cheering day;
And distant stars, in order set,
By night thy power display.

6 Here would I learn how CHRIST has died 5 For this the earth its produce yields,

To save my soul from hell;

Not all the books on earth beside,
Such heavenly wonders tell.

7 Then let me love my Bible more,
And take a fresh delight,

By day to read these wonders o'er,
And meditate by night.

HYMN 2. C. M.

1 FATHER of mercies! in thy woru
What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored,

For these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;

Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.

5 O may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.
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For this the waters flow;

And blooming plants adorn the fields,
And trees aspiring grow.

6 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue This wise and noble end

That all we think, and all we do,

Shall to thine honor tend.

1 LET heaven arise, let earth appear
Proclaim'd the Eternal LORD;
The heaven arose, the earth appear'd,
At his creating word.

2 But form.less was the earth, and void,
Dark, sluggish, and confused;
Till o'er the mass the Spirit moved,
And quick'ning power diffused.

3 Then spake the LORD Omnipotent
The mandate, "Be there light"
Light darted forth in vivid rays,
And scatter'd ancient right.

4 The glorious firmament He spread,
To part the earth and sky;
And fix'd the upper elements
Within their spheres on high.

5 He bade the seas together flow;
They left the solid land;

And herbs, and plants, and fruitful trees, Sprung forth at his command.

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6 Above, he form'd the stars; and placed He spake the word, and ye were made,

Two greater orbs of light;
The radiant sun to "ule the day
The moon to rule the night.
7 To all the varied living tribes
He gave their wondrous birth;
Some form'd within the wat'ry deep,
Some, from the teeming earth.

8 Then, chief o'er all his works below,
Man, honor'd man, was made;
His soul with GOD's pure inage stamp'd,
With innocence array'd.

Completed now the mighty work,
God his creation view'd;

And, pleased with all that he had made,
Pronounced it "very good."

Praise from Living Creatures.

1 BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay, Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise the ALMIGHTY'S name: Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme.

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all the adoring thrones around
His boundless mercy sing;
Let every list'ning saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.

8 Whate'er this living world contains,
That wings the air, or treads the plains,
United praise bestow;

Ye tenants of the ocean wide,
Proclaim him through the mighty tide,
And in the deeps below.

4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heavenly praise employ;
Spread HIS tremendous Name around,
While heaven's broad arch rings back the
The general burst of joy. [sound,

HYMN 6.

Psalm cxlviil.

II. 1.

Praise from the Elements and Worlds. IYE fields of light, celestial plains, Where pure, serene effulgence reigns,

Ye scenes divinely fair,

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim,
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir;
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire

The mighty chorus aid;

And, soon as evening veils the plain,

Thou moon, prolong the hallow'd strain,

And praise him in the shade.

Darkness and dismal chaos fled,
And nature sprung to light.
4 Let every element rejoice;
Ye thunders, burst with awful voice
To him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air
And breathe it to the soul

1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And, nightly, to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;

4 Whilst all the stars that round her
burn,

And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in solema silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball,
What though no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."

III. PROVIDENCE
HYMN 8. L. M.
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
1 ETERNAL source of every joy
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee, sovereign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
8 The flowery spring at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumu richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, ans
days,

3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Demand successive songs of praise;

Proclaim the glories of thy GOD;

Ye worlds, declare his might;

And be the grateful homage paid,,
With morning light and evening shade.

Here in thy house let incense rise, And circling sabbaths bless our eyes, Till to those lofty heights we soar, Where days and years revolve no more.

HYMN 9. II. 3.

Psalm xxiii.

1 THE LORD my pasture shall prepare,
And feed ine with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
'With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O LORD, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
HYMN 10. C. M.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my GOD,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!

2 Oh how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That glows within my ravish'd heart!
But thou canst read it there.

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
And all my wants redress'd,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in prayer.
5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flow'd.
6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to iman.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and
deaths,

It gently clear'd my way,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss
Has made my cup run o'er;
And in a kind and faithful friend
Has doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I 'Il pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.

12 When rature fails, and day and night
Divide thy works no more,
My ever grateful heart, O LORD,
Thy mercy shall adore.

13 Through all eternity, to thee,
A joyful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

"My times are in thy hand." 1 SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies, Ever gracious, ever wise, All our times are in thy hand, All events at thy command.

2 He that form'd us in the womb,
He shall guide us to the tomb;
All our ways shall ever be
Order'd by his wise decree.

3 Times of sickness, times of heal.h,
Blighting want, and cheerful weath
All our pleasures, all our pains,
Come, and end, as GOD ordains.
4 May we always own thy hand,
Still to thee surrender'd stand,
Know that thou art GoD alone,
We and ours are all thy own!

1 GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never-failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his gracious will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the LORD by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:
The bud may havé a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
GOD is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plain.

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