The Lord descended from above The spacious firmament on high Thine influence, mighty God! is felt
This is the day the Lord hath made Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands Thy gracious aid, great God impart
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
To God, of ev'ry good the spring
Thus the eternal Father spake
Teach us, O teach us, Lord! thy way
The common Parent, Lord of all
There is a land of pure delight
Thanks be to God, the Lord
The darken'd sky-how thick it low'rs
The earth and all the heav'nly frame The evils that beset our path The Lord, how tender in his love The morn of life, how fair and gay The mighty God who rolls the spheres
The short liv'd day declines in haste The trav'ller, lost in night
There is forgiveness, Lord! with thee These mortal joys, how soon they fade Though ev'ry grace our speech adorn'd Thou, Lord! through ev'ry changing scene Thrice happy men, who, born from heav'n Through all the various shifting scene Through endless years thou art the same Thus saith the first and great command Thy wisdom, pow'r and goodness, Lord To calm the sorrows of the mind The trifling joys this world can give
'Twas on that dark and monrnful night Thy presence, ever-living God
Thine is the throne, beneath thy reign
To God, the great redeeming cause
To our Redeemer's glorious name The righteous Lord, supremely great "This do in mem'ry of your friend" This is the fast the Lord doth choose Thus saith the high and lofty One Thy name, Almighty Lord
Thy presence, Lord, gives pure delight
Thy goodness, Lord! our souls confess
Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design
UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb Upward we lift our eyes
WE bless thee for this sacred day We sing the Almighty pow'r of God Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope Weak and irresolute is man
We would not seek, with God our friend What works of wisdom, pow'r and love When darkness long has veil'd the mind When fancy spreads her boldest wings When gloomy thoughts and boding fears When he, who from the scourge of wrong When reft of all, and hopeless care We love the volumes of thy word
Welcome, thou day of rest
Welcome the hope of Israel's race
When the last trumpet's awful voice When sickness shakes the languid frame Wherefore should man, frail child of clay. While thee we seek, protecting Pow'r Why should we waste, in trifling cares
Why sinks the weak desponding mind With God our friend, the radiant sun With songs and honours sounding loud We sing thy inercy, God of love When blooming youth is snatch'd away When in obedience to their Lord
With warm affection let us view What heav'nly wisdom has bestow'd
What beauteous visions, clear and bright
When will the eyelids of that morn When sinners quit their wicked ways While with remorse and woe oppress'd When we survey the wondrous cross While thoughtless sinners choose Why are our hearts so cold
Why thus dejected, O my soul
Wait ev'ry soul your Maker's will Why do we mourn departing friends Why should we start, and fear to die YE nations round the earth rejoice Ye sons of men, in sacred lays Ye sons of men! with joy record Ye tribes of Adam join
Ye golden lamps of heav'n farewell Ye humble souls! who seek the Lord
Ye favour'd children of the Lord Ye humble souls, approach your God Ye humble souls, complain no more ZEAL is that pure and heav'nly flame
PRAISE ye the Lord with tuneful voice, Aloud in Christ, the Son, rejoice : Let angels join the solemn lay, And shout an everlasting day.
PRAISE ye the Lord in strains sublime, Who dwells in boundless light; Whose grace and truth through ev'ry clime, Gives peace and pure delight.
PRAISE God, the sov'reign King, For life's immortal word; Let the redeemed shout, and sing Their Saviour and their God. H. M.
Now to the God of love, Whose mercies still endure; The Saviour from above, Who taught devotion pure; Be endless praise, and glory giv'n, By all on earth, and all in heav'n.
PRAISE God, whose love and mercy flow, To all his creatures here below,
Nor hides his smiling face: Let deathless honours crown his Son, And ev'ry harp to music strung, While saints admire his grace. 8, 7's M.
SHOUT to God! the great Creator, Let his praise your tongues employ; Chant high honors to the Saviour; Strains of universal joy.
PRAISE, O praise the God of love; Praise the Saviour from above; Praise the Spirit of his grace; Praise him, all ye ransom'd race.
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