Call to General Praise. MENDON. L. M. 15 Arranged by DR. MASON. Ye nations round the earth, re-joice Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tongues his glo-ry sing. "Enter into His gates with thanksgiving." 46. 1. YE nations round the earth, rejoice Before the Lord, your sovereign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; With all your tongues his glory sing. 2. The Lord is God; 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give: With praises to his courts repair; Tc pay your thanks and honors there. 4. The Lord is good, the Lord is kind, Great is his grace, his mercy sure; 4. And will this glorious Lord descend To be my Father and my Friend? Then let my songs with angels' join ; Heaven is secure, if God is mine. 48. Providence and Grace of God. 1. HIGH in the heavens, eternal God ! Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud That vails and darkens thy designs. 2. For ever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3. My God, how excellent thy grace! Whence all our hope and comfort The sons of Adam, in distress, [springs; Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 4. From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy, like a river, flows, And brings salvation to our taste. 5. Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord; To God the Father, God the Son, 16 MIGDOL. L. M. Public Worship. Dr. L. MASON. Now to the Lord a noble song, A wake, my soul! awake, my tongue! Ho san na to th' e-ternal Name, And all his bound-less love pro- claim. 1. Now to the Lord a noble song: Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue! Hosanna to th' eternal Name, And all his boundless love proclaim! 2. See where it shines in Jesus' face, 3. Grace!-'tis a sweet, a charming theme; Where he unvails his lovely face! "Bless the Lord, O my Soul." 1. BLESS, O my soul, the living God: 2. Bless, O my soul! the God of grace; His favors claim thy highest praise: Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot? 3. 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son 4. Let 1. O, RENDER thanks to God above, 3. Extend to me that favor, Lord, 4. O, render thanks to God above, 52. "Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord." 1. LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell! Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell. 2. Wide as his vast dominion lies, Make the Creator's name be known, Loud as his thunder, shout his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. 3. Jehovah 'tis a glorious word! O, may it dwell on every tongue! 4. Speak of the wonders of that love General Praise. PARK STREET. L. M. VENUA. 17 Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring To Him who gave thee pow'r to sing. Praise Him who has all praise above, The source of wisdom and of love, The source of wisdom and of love. 1. AWAKE, my tongue, thy tribute bring To Him who gave thee power to sing; Praise Him, who has all praise above, The source of wisdom and of love. 2. How vast his knowledge! how profound! A depth where all our thoughts are drowned! The stars he numbers, and their names 3. Thro' each bright world above, behold "Every Day will I Bless Thee." 1. MY GOD, my King, thy various praise 4. But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? 1.0 THOU to whom, in ancient time, The psalmist's sacred harp was strung, Whom kings adored in song sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue. 2. Not now on Zion's height alone, The favored worshiper may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well. 3. From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer, The incense of the heart may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. 4. O Thou to whom, in ancient time, The holy prophet's harp was strung, To thee at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 56. The Glory of God. 1. COME, O my soul! in sacred lays, 4. Raised on devotion's lofty wing, 18 Public Worship. LYONS. 10s & 11s. Or 5s & 6s. JOSEPH HAYDN. O, worship the King all glo-rious a-bove; O, grate-fully sing his pow'r and his love! 57. Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilion'd in splendor, and girded with praise. "Who is like unto the Lord our God?" The great congregation his triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. Salvation to God, who sits on the throne, Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son; The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim, Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb. 4. Then let us adore, and give him his right, All glory and power, and wisdom and might; All honor and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never ceasing, for infinite love. 59. "O, Praise ye the Lord." 1. O, PRAISE ye the Lord! prepare your glad voice His praise in the great assembly to sing; 2. Let them his great name devoutly adore; In loud-swelling strains his praises ex 3. With glory adorned, his people shall sing To God, who defence and plenty supplies; Their loud acclamations to him, their great King, Through earth shall be sounded, and reach to the skies. 1. PRAISE ye Jehovah's name; High o'er the heavens above, 2. Now let the trumpet raise 3. While his high praise you sing, He vital breath bestows; Praise ye the Lord. |