Lo, heaven and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,
To swell th' inspiring theme.
2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound,
While all th' adoring thrones around,
His boundless mercy sing:
Let every listening saint above
Wake all the tuneful soul of love,
And touch the sweetest string.
3 Let every element rejoice;
Ye thunders, burst with awful voice,
To him who bids you roll:
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.
4 Whate'er a blooming world contains,
That wings the air, that skims the plains,
United praise bestow:
Ye myriads, sound his awful name
To heaven aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below.
5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
The feeling heart, the judging head
In heavenly praise employ;
Spread his tremendous name around,
Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound, The general burst of joy.
The Saints judging the World.
LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let your songs be new;
Amidst the church, with cheerful voice,
His later wonders show.
2 The Jews, the people of his grace,
Shall their Redeemer sing;
And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Zion owns her King.
3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek, that lie despised in dust,
Salvation shall adorn.
4 Saints should be joyful in their King,
E'en on a dying bed;
And, like the souls in glory, sing,
For God shall raise the dead.
5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues,
Their hand shall wield the sword;
And vengeance shall attend their songs,
The vengeance of the Lord.
6 When Christ the judgment seat ascends,
And bids the world appear,
Thrones are prepared for all his friends,
Who humbly loved him here.
7 Then shall they rule, with iron rod,
Nations that dared rebel :
And join the sentence of their God,
On tyrants doomed to hell.
8 The royal sinners, bound in chains,
New triumphs shall afford:
Such honor for the saints remains :-
Praise ye and love the Lord.
Ver. 1, 2, 6. A Song of Praise.
IN God's own house pronounce his praise:
His grace he there reveals:
To heaven your joy and wonder raise;
For there his glory dwells.
2 Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds:
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.
3 All that have motion, life, and breath,
Proclaim your Maker bless'd;
Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.
Assembling for Worship.
AWAY from every mortal care,
Away from earth our souls retreat;
We leave this worthless world afar,
And wait and worship near thy seat.
2 Lord, in the temple of thy grace
We see thy feet, and we adore;
We gaze upon thy lovely face,
And learn the wonders of thy power.
3 While here our various wants we mourn,
United groans ascend on high;
And prayer brings back a quick return
Of blessings in variety.
4 If Şatan rage, and sin grow strong,
Here we receive some cheering word;
We gird the gospel armor on,
To fight the battles of the Lord.
5 Or if our spirit faints and dies,
(Our conscience galled with inward stings,) Here doth the righteous Sun arise,
With healing beams beneath his wings.
6 Father, my soul would still abide
Within thy temple, near thy side;
But if my feet must hence depart,
Still keep thy dwelling in my heart.
The Blessing of God implored.
1 IN thy great name, O Lord, we come To worship at thy feet;
Oh pour thy Holy Spirit down On all that now shall meet. 25*
2 We come to hear Jehovah speak,
To hear the Saviour's voice;
Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek ;
Now make our hearts rejoice.
3 Teach us to pray and praise-to hear
And understand thy word;
To feel thy blissful presence near,
And trust our living Lord.
4 Let sinners now thy goodness prove,
And saints rejoice in thee;
Let rebels be subdued by love,
And to the Saviour flee.
1 LORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh do not our suit disdain;
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ?
2 Lord, on thee our souls depend;
In compassion now descend;
Fill our hearts with thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
3 In thine own appointed way,
Now we seek thee, here we stay;
Lord, we know not how to go,
Till a blessing thou bestow.
4 Send some message from thy word,
That may peace and joy afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.
LORD, our languid souls inspire,
For here we trust thou art;
Send down a coal of heavenly fire,
To warm each waiting heart.
2 Show us some token of thy love,
Our fainting hope to raise;
And pour thy blessing from above,
That we may render praise.
3 The feeling heart, the melting eye,
The humble mind bestow;
And shine upon us from on high,
To make our graces grow.
4 May we in faith receive thy word,
In faith present our prayers;
And in the presence of our Lord
Unbosom all our cares.
5 And may the gospel's joyful sound,
Enforced by mighty grace,
Awaken many sinners round
To come and fill the place.
THOU in whom thy saints are one,
Permit us now to see,
In this short hour of prayer and praise,
A glimpse of heaven and thee.
2 While with one heart and one desire,
Low at thy feet we kneel,
Oh warm our hearts with heavenly love,
And all thy grace reveal.
3 Thy gracious presence, Lord, alone
Can make our worship bless'd,
Drive from our thoughts a vexing world,
And lay our griefs to rest.
4 Descend and bless our waiting souls,
And meet us as thine own;
And fit us to ascend and praise
Before th' eternal throne.
SSEMBLED in thy name, O Lord,
We plead the promise of thy word';
We gather now to seek thy face,-
Oh may thy presence fill the place.
2 When 'mid the sad, forsaken band
Of thy disciples thou didst stand,
Thy voice, divinely speaking "Peace,"
Bade doubt and fear and sorrow cease.
3 Now may we hear the voice of love
Speak peace and pardon from above;
Sweet intercourse with Jesus find,
And prove him powerful, faithful, kind.
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