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PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow;
ALL people that on earth do dwell,
2 Know that the Lord is God indeed;
And for His sheep He doth us take.
3 Oh, enter then His gates with praise,
4 For why? the Lord our God is good,
His truth at all times firmly stood,
5 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven and earth adore, From men and from the angel-host,
Be praise and glory evermore.
FROM all that dwell below the skies,
2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord!
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
WORSHIP, honor, glory, blessing,
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Young and old Thy praise confessing,
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CROWN His head with endless blessing,
Thee, our Saviour, Thee, our God;
2 Jesus, Thee our Saviour healing,
Now, ye saints, His power confessing,
PLEASANT are Thy courts above,
2 Happy birds that sing and fly
3 Happy souls! their praises flow
Manna feeds them from the skies;
Who hast led them safe through all.
4 Lord, be mine this prize to win,
Sun and shield alike Thou art,
Он, worship the King all-glorious above; Oh, gratefully sing His power and His love; Our shield and defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
2 Oh, tell of His might, oh, sing of His grace! Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
3 The earth, with its store of wonders untold, Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old, Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the
4 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite ? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
5 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail. Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!
Our maker, defender, Redeemer, and friend!
6 O measureless Might! ineffable Love! While angels delight to hymn Thee above, The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise.
R. Grant. 10,10,11,11
YE servants of God, your Master proclaim,
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save,
3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the Throne,"
4 Then let us adore and give Him His right,
P. M. (11,12,12,10, Irregular)
HOLY, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! God in Three Persons, blessèd Trinity!
2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea,