A Psalm of Praise
To the Tune of Psalm 148.
THE FIRST PART.
Ye holy anaels bright,
Which stand before God’s throne,
And dwell in glorious light,
Praise ye the Lord each one!
You there so nigh*
Fitter than we
Dark sinners be,
For tilings so biffh,
The glorified You blessed souls at rest,
Saints. Who see your Saviour’s face,
Whose glory, e’en the least,
Is far above our grace.
God’s praises sound,
As in his sight,
With sweet delight,
You do abound.
The World. All nations of the earth
Extol the world’s great King!
With melody and mirth
His glorious praises sing;
For he still reigns,
And will bring low
The proudest foe
That him disdains.
The Church. Sing forth Jehovah’s praise,
Ye saints that on him call!
Magnify him always,
His holy churches all!
In him rejoice,
And there proclaim
His holy name
With sounding voice.
My Soul. My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above!
With- a well-tuned heart,
Sing thou the songs of love!
Thou art his own,
Whose precious blood
Shed for thy good
His love made known.
He did in love begin,
Renewing thee by grace;
Forgiving all thy sin,
Shew’d thee his pleased face;
He did thee heal
By his own merit:
And by his spirit
He did thee seal.
In saddest thoughts and grief,
In sickness, fears, and pain
I cry’d for his relief,
And did not cry in vain.
He heard with speed,
And still I found
Mercy abound
In time of need.
Let not his praises grow
On prosp’rous heights alone,
But in the vales below
Let his great love be known:
Let no distress
Curb and controul
My winged soul,
Arid praise suppress.
THE SECOND PART.
Let not the fear or smart
Of his chastising rod,
Take off my fervent heart
From praising my dear God:
Still let me kneel,
And to him bring
This offering
Whatever I feel.
Though I lose friends and wealth
And bear reproach and shame;
Though I lose ease and health,
Still let me praise God’s name:
That fear and pain,
Which would destroy
My thanks and joy,
Do thou restrain.
Though human help depart,
And flesh draw near to dust;
Let faith keep up my heart,
To love God true and just:
And all my days
Let no disease
Cause me to cease
His joyful praise.
Though sin would make me doubt,
And fill my soul with fears;
Though God seem to shut out
My daily cries and tears;
By no such frost
Of sad delays
Let thy sweet praise
Be nipp’d and lost.
Away, distrustful care,
I have thy promise, Lord:
To banish all despair
I have thy oath and word!
And therefore I
Shall see thy face,
And there thy grace
Shall magnify.
Though sin and death conspire,
To rob thee of thy praise:
Still to’ards thee I ’11 aspire,
And thou dull hearts canst raise;
Open thy door,
And when grim death
Shall stop this breath,
I ’11 praise thee more.
With thy triumphant flock,
Then 1 shall numb ‘red be;
Built on th’ eternal rock
His glory we shall see.
The Heavens so high
With praise shall ring,
And all shall sing
In harmony.
The sun is but a spark
From the eternal light;
Its brightest beams are dark,
To that most glorious sight.
There the whole choir
With one accord
Shall praise the Lord
For evermore.
OR PRAISE TO GOD. *
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