1 Eternal power! whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God; Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. 2 The lowest step around thy seat Rises too high for Gabriel's feet; In vain the tall archangel tries
To reach thine height with wond'ring eyes. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our maker too:
From sin and dust to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High! 4 Earth from afar has heard thy fame, And worms have learnt to lisp thy name: But O, the glories of thy mind,
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 5 God is in heav'n, but man below; Be short our tunes, our words be few; A sacred rev'rence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues.
1 Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died" they cry, "To be exalted thus!"
Worthy the Lamb," our hearts reply, For he was slain for us!"
3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honor and pow'r divine;
And blessings more than we can give, Be, Lord, for ever thine!
4 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.
1 Great Jehovah! God of glory, Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just and lawful praise.
2 For the grandeur of thy nature, Grand beyond a seraph's thought; For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought:
3 For thy providence that governs,
Through thine empires wide domain; Wings an angel, guides a sparrow— How unsearchable thy reign!
4 But thy rich, thy free redemption- How shall that employ my tongue? Thought is poor, and poor expression- Who dare sing that awful song?
1 Brightness of thy Father's glory, Shall thy praise unutter'd lie? Fly my tongue such guilty silence, Sing the Lord who came to die. 2 Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me ungrateful, Should my heart refuse to praise. 3 From the highest throne in glory, To the cross of deepest wo; All to ransom guilty captives- Flow my praise, forever flow. 4 Great Jehovah! God of glory! Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation, Be thy just and awful praise.
"My times are in thy hands." Ps. xxi, 15,
1 Sov'reign 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 health; Times of want and times of wealth; All must come, and last, and end, As shall please our heav'nly friend. 4 Plagues and deaths around us fly- Till he bids we cannot die; Not a single shaft can hit, Till the God of love sees fit. 5 May we always own thy hand; Still to thee surrender'd stand; Know that thou art God alone, We and ours are all thine own.
Sinai and Zion. Heb. xii. 18, &c. 1 Not to the terrors of the Lord, The tempest, fire, and smoke; Not to the thunder of that word Which God on Sinai spoke.
2 But we are come to Zion's hill, The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will, And spread his love abroad.
3 Behold th' innumerable host Of angels cloth'd in light! Behold the spirits of the just, Whose faith is turn'd to sight!
4 Behold the bless'd assembly there, Whose names are writ in heaven! And God, the judge of all, declares Their vilest sins forgiven.
5 The saints on earth and all the dead But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living head, And of his grace partake.
1 Now let our voices join To form a sacred song. Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways, With music pass along.
2 How straight the path appears, How open and how fair! No lurking gins t' entrap our feet, No fierce destroyer there.
3 But flow'rs of paradise
In rich profusion spring; The Sun of glory gilds the path, And dear companions sing.
4 See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise,
And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle through the skies.
5 All honour to his name,
Who marks the shining way!
To him who leads the wand'rers on To realms of endless day!
1 Saviour, source of every blessing, Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure, Sung by raptur'd saints above;
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