2 O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart, my voice I'll raise
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound,
To all the listening nations round;
Thy mercy, highest heaven transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.
1 NATIONS, attend before His throne,
With humble fear, with sacred joy!
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power without our aid
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care;
Our souls and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love,
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand When rolling years shall cease to move.
1 GLORY to our God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Lift your voice, ye people all!
Praise the God on whom you call.
2 God, whose wisdom throned on high,
Built the mansions of the sky;
And the orbs that gild the pole
Bade through boundless ether roll.
3 God, who o'er this earthly ball
Looks with equal eye on all,
And to every thing which lives,
Rich supplies of blessings gives.
4 Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers;
Their all-gracious God is ours.
5 Him, whose joy is to restore,
Him let all our hearts adore;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,
Glory to our God on high.
The Power and Goodness of God.
1 O, COME, and sing your Maker's name;
With cheerful thanks his praise proclaim,
For ye are all his own;
All-from the angel to the worm;
The vernal breeze, the wintry storm,
Confess his power divine.
2 His rainbow still proclaims on high,
That mercy, to repentance nigh,
Which never shall abate;
The morning on the midnight calls,
The day exclaims, till evening falls,
That God is good and great.
3 Great, when the thunder rolls along,
Great, in the streams of ocean strong,
The light, the fountains sweet;
Great God! if thus thy praises be,
Make this devoted heart to thee
A sanctuary meet.
1 NATURE with all her powers shall sing
God, the Creator and the King;
Nor air nor earth, nor skies nor seas,
Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 Begin to make his glories known,
Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;
Tune your harps high, and spread the sound
To the creation's utmost bound
3 All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert your force and own his name;
While, with our heart and with our voice,
We sing his honors and our joys.
4 Yet, mighty God! our feeble frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy name;
The loftiest notes that angels raise,
Faint in the worship and the praise.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works unite
To make this duty our delight.
2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames;
He knows their numbers and their names;
His wisdom 's vast and knows no bound,
A deep, where all our thoughts are drowned.
3 His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole;
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And lifts the lowly from the dust.
4 His saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.
1 GRATEFUL notes and numbers bring
While Jehovah's praise we sing;
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Be thy glorious name adored.
2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear
Deign our humble praise to hear;
Purer strains we hope to bring,
When around thy throne we sing.
3 While on earth ordained to stay,
Guide our footsteps in thy way,
Till we come to reign with thee,
And thy glorious greatness see.
4 Then with angels, we'll again
Wake a purer, nobler strain,
There in joyful songs of praise,
Our exulting voices raise.
5 There no tongue shall silent be,
All shall join in harmony,
And to heaven's remotest bound
Everlasting praises sound.
1 How can we adore, or worthily praise,
Thy goodness and power, thou God of all grace?
With honor and blessing, before thee we fall,
Most gladly confessing thee-Father of all.
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