Whose throne is in the sky!
Who compasseth the universe
With his all-searching eye;
At whose creative word appeared
The dry land and the sea :
My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord,
My spirit thirsts for thee!
2 Around him suns and systems swim
In harmony and light;
Before him harps angelic hymn
His praises day and night;
Yet to the contrite, day and night,
In mercy turneth he:
My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord,
My spirit thirsts for thee!
3 Yes! though unlimited his works,
His power upholds them all;
He clothes the lilies of the field,
And marks the sparrow's fall:
Who listens to the raven's cry,
Will bend his ear to me;
My spirit thirsts for thee, O Lord,
My spirit thirsts for thee!
SING th' almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.
2 I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at his command,
And all the stars obey.
3 I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with his word,
And then pronounced them good.
4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed,
Where'er I turn mine eye;
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
5 There's not a plant or flower below
But makes thy glories known;
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
By order from thy throne.
6 Creatures that borrow life from thee
Are subject to thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.
LET God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be adored,
Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord!
TOW 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,
The brightest image of his grace:
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 Grace!—'t is a sweet, a charming theme:
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!
4 Oh, may I live to reach the place
Where he unvails his lovely face!
Where I his beauties shall behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!
SOURCE divine, and life of all,
The fount of being's wondrous sea!
Thy depth would every heart appall
That saw not love supreme in thee.
2 We shrink before thy vast abyss,
Where worlds on worlds eternal brood;
We know thee truly, but in this,
That thou bestowest all our good.
3 And so 'mid boundless time and space,
Oh, grant us still in thee to dwell,
And through the ceaseless web to trace
Thy presence working all things well.
AWAKE, my tongue, thy tribute bring
To him who gave thee power to sing:
Praise him, who is 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
He gives to all those heavenly flames.
3 Through each bright world above, behold
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold:
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine,
To speak his wisdom all divine.
4 But in redemption, oh, what grace!
Its wonders, oh, what thought can trace!
Here wisdom shines for ever bright:
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight.
NOME, O my soul! in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator's praise:
But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame!
What mortal verse can reach the theme!
2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory, like a garment, wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
3 In all our Maker's grand designs,
Almighty power, with wisdom, shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of his name.
4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing:
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song!
HE Lord Jehovah reigns ;
His throne is built on high;
The garments he assumes
Are light and majesty :
His glories shine with beams so bright,
No mortal eye can bear the sight.
2 Through all his ancient works,
Surprising wisdom shines;
Confounds the powers of hell,
And breaks their curs'd designs;
Strong is his arm, and shall fulfill
His great decrees, his sovereign will.
3 And can this mighty King
Of glory condescend,-
And will he write his name,-
"My Father and my Friend?"
I love his name,-I love his word;
Join, all my powers, and praise the Lord!
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