the Lord, im-mor-tal choir That fill the realms a-bove; Sing, for he formed you
of his fire, And feeds you with his love. 2. Thou restless globe of golden light, Whose
beams cre-ate our days, Join with the sil - ver queen of night, To own your borrowed rays.
1. PRAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir
That fill the realms above;
Sing, for He formed you of His fire,
And feeds you with His love.
2. Thou restless globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrowed rays.
3. Thunder, and hail, and fires, and storms,
The troops of his command,
Appear in all your dreadful forms,
And speak His awful hand.
4. Winds, ye shall bear His name aloud
Through the ethereal blue;
For, when his chariot is a cloud,
He makes his wheels of you.
5. Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;
Let wave to wave resound his praise,
And shore reply to shore.
6. Thus, while the meaner creatures sing,
Ye mortals take the sound;
Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round. WATTS
1. Some ser -
-aph, lend your heavenly tongue, Or harp of gold- en string,
4. These speak of Thee with loud acclaim; They thunder forth Thy praise
The glorious honor of Thy name,
The wonders of Thy ways.
5. But Thou art not in tempest-flame,
Nor in the solar blaze.
We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll
Through the wild fields of air.
6. The waves obey Thy dread control;
Yet still Thou art not there:
Where shall I find Him, O my soul!
Who yet is every where?
1. GREAT God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are wel
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
2. Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
3. Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there 's nothing old appears-
Great God, there 's nothing new.
4. Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thoughts move on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
5. Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are wel
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
2. When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze,
Through opening vistas, into heaven-
Those hues that mark the sun's decline,
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine.
3. When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose
plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes-
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
4. When youthful Spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower that Summer wreathes
Is born beneath Thy kindling eye;
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
1. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2. When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
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