All Nations exhorted to Adoration and Praise
1 WITH one consent, let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay, with hallowed mirth,
And sing before him songs of praise ;-
2 Assured that he is God alone,
From whom both we and all proceed,
We, whom he chooses for his own,
The flock which he delights to feed.
3 O, enter, then, his temple gate;
Thence to his courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his name with praises bless;
4 For he's the Lord, supremely good;
His mercy is forever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
The Sovereign Jehovah.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow 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 heaven 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 shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move
Delight in the House of God.
1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,
"In Zion let us all appear,
And keep the solemn day"!
2 I love her gates, I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown,
The holy tribes repair;
The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints ;
And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest.
6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
Here my best friends, my kindred, dwell;
Here God, my Saviour, reigns.
Daily and nightly Devotion.
1 YE that obey th' immortal King
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his name,
And sing his wondrous grace.
2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And raise your thanks on high;
Send your admiring thoughts, by night,
Above the starry sky.
3 The God of Zion cheers your hearts
With rays of quickening grace:
"Tis he that spreads the heavens abroad,
Whose presence fills the place.
Blessedness of worshipping God in his Temple.
1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair,
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are!
With long desire my spirit faints
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode;
My panting heart cries out for God;
My God, my King, why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee?
3 Blest are the saints, who dwell on high,
Around thy throne, above the sky;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.
5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate;
God is their strength; and, through the road,
They lean upon their helper, God.
6 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.
Praise to our Creator.
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; We are his work, and not our own, The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ; With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honors there. 4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And all the race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.
1 I LOVE to see the Lord below;
His church displays his grace;
But upper worlds his glory know,
And view him face to face.
2 I love to worship at his feet,
Though sin annoy me there;
But saints, exalted near his seat,
Have no assaults to fear.
3 I love to meet him in his court,
And taste his heavenly love;
But still his visits seem too short,
Or I too soon remove.
4 He shines, and I am all delight;
He hides, and all is pain:
When will he fix me in his sight,
And ne'er depart again?
5 O Lord, I love thy service now;
Thy church displays thy power;
But soon in heaven I hope to bow
And praise thee evermore.
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