1 Again the Lord of life and light
Awakes the kindling ray,
Unseals the eye-lids of the morn,
And pours increasing day.
2 O what a night was that, which wrapt
The heathen world in gloom!
O what a sun, which broke, this day,
Triumphant from the tomb!
3 This day be grateful homage paid,
And loud hosannas sung;
Let gladness dwell in every heart,
And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join
To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings, To nations yet unborn.
1 When, as returns this solemn day,
Man comes to meet his maker, God,
What rites, what honours shall he pay?
How spread his Sovereign's praise abroad?
2 From marble domes, and gilded spires,
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?
3 Vain, sinful man! Creation's Lord
Thy golden offerings well may spare;
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find,
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.
1 Praise the Lord! Ye heavens, adore Him,
Praise Him, angels in the height,
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him,
Praise Him, all ye stars of light!
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken,
Worlds His mighty voice obeyed:
Laws which never can be broken
For their guidance He hath made.
2 Praise the Lord, for He is glorious,
Never shall His promise fail:
He hath made His 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!
Praise and magnify His name!
1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes
To those bright realms above,
That glorious temple in the skies,
Where dwells eternal Love.
2 Before the awful throne we bow
Of Heaven's almighty King;
Here we present the solemn vow,
And grateful anthems sing.
3 O Lord, while in Thy house we kneel
With trust and holy fear,
Thy mercy and Thy truth reveal,
And lend a gracious ear!
4 With fervour teach our hearts to pray,
And tune our lips to sing;
Nor from Thy presence cast away
The sacrifice we bring!
1 Ye works of God, on Him alone, In earth His footstool, heaven His throne, Be all your praise bestowed;
Whose hand the beauteous fabric made,
Whose eye the finished work surveyed,
And saw that all was good.
2 Ye sons of men, His praise display,
Who stamped His image on your clay,
And gave it power to move;
Where'er ye go, where'er ye dwell,
From age to age successive tell
The wonders of His love.
3 Ye spirits of the just and good,
That, eager for the blest abode,
To heavenly mansions soar;
O let your songs His praise display,
Till heaven itself shall melt away,
And time shall be no more.
4 Praise Him, ye meek and humble train, Who shall those heavenly joys obtain Prepared for souls sincere;
O praise Him, till ye take your way
To regions of eternal day,
And reign for ever there.
1 Another six-days' work is done;
Another sabbath is begun :
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day which God hath blest.
2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise As grateful incense to the skies!
And draw from heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows!
3 This heavenly calm within the breast.
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away:
How sweet, a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
The God of peace shall meet thee there;
He makes that house His home.
Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
Your knees together bow.
Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt His love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.
Ye young, before His throne
Your cheerful anthems raise;
Nor let your hearts His praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.
Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all,
Who see'st the tear of misery,
And hear'st the mourner's call;
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