2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; Thou dost with sinners bear; That, saved, we may Thy goodness feel, And all Thy grace declare.
3 Thy goodness and Thy truth, to me, To every soul abound;
A vast unfathomable sea,
Where all our thoughts are drowned. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough for evermore.
5 Faithful, O Lord, Thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move: A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love.
6 Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure;
And, while the truth of God remains, His goodness must endure.
1 GOD is Love: His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens: God is Wisdom, God is Love.
2 Chance and change are busy ever; Man decays, and ages move: But His mercy waneth never; God is Wisdom, God is Love.
3 Even the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove; From the gloom His brightness streameth: God is Wisdom, God is Love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above: Everywhere His glory shineth; God is Wisdom, God is Love.
1 My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of His Name! His mercies record, His bounties proclaim. To God, their Creator, let all creatures raise The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise! 2 Though hid from man's sight, God sits on His throne,
Yet here by His works their Author is known. The world shines a mirror its Maker to show; And heaven views its image reflected below.
3 By knowledge supreme, by wisdom divine, God governs this earth with gracious design. O'er beast, bird, and insect, His Providence reigns, Whose will first created, whose Love still sustains. 4 And man, His last work, with reason endued, Who, falling through sin, by grace is renewed: To God, his Creator, let man ever raise The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise. Thomas Park. 1807.
1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth:
4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball, What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, "The Hand that made us is divine." Joseph Addison. 1728.
Himmel, Erde, Luft, und Meer. 1 HEAVEN and earth, and sea and air, All their Maker's praise declare: Wake, my soul, away and sing, Now thy grateful praises bring.
2 See the glorious orb of day Breaking through the clouds his way: Moon and stars with silvery light Praise Him through the silent night. 3 See how He hath everywhere Made this earth so rich and fair; Hill and vale and fruitful land, All things living, show His Hand.
4 See how through the boundless sky Fresh and free the birds do fly; Fire and wind and storm are still Servants of His royal Will.
5 See the water's ceaseless flow, Ever circling to and fro: From the sources to the sea, Still it rolls in praise to Thee. 6 Lord, great wonders workest Thou! To Thy sway all creatures bow: Write Thou deeply in my heart What I am, and what Thou art!
From Miss Winkworth. 1858.
Tr. Joachim Neander. 1677. C. M.
1 THOU wast, O God, and Thou wast blest Before the world begun;
Of Thine Eternity possest
Before time's glass did run.
Thou needest none Thy praise to sing, As if Thy joy could fade:
Could'st Thou have needed anything, Thou couldst have nothing made.
2 Great and good God, it pleased Thee Thy Godhead to declare;
And what Thy goodness did decree, Thy greatness did prepare:
Thou spak'st, and heaven and earth appeared, And answered to Thy call;
As if their Maker's voice they heard, Which is the creature's all.
3 To whom, Lord, should I sing, but Thee, The Maker of my tongue?
Lo! other lords would seize on me, But I to Thee belong,
As waters haste unto their sea, And earth unto its earth, So let my soul return to Thee, From whom it had its birth.
4 But ah! I'm fallen on the night, And cannot come to Thee:
Yet speak the word, "Let there be light;" It shall enlighten me.
And let Thy Word, most mighty Lord,
Thy fallen creature raise;
O make me o'er again, and I Shall sing my Maker's praise.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform:
He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning Providence He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
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