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Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name.
THE Lord ! how fearful is his name !
How wide is his command !
Rests on his mighty hand.
Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe ;
A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas ;
Or break them as He please.
Adoring angels round Him fall
In all their shining forms,
And pities mortal worms.
And sway us as He will,
We are his favorites still.
No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain ;
And love resumes again.
Praise the Lord, O my soul.
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.
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
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.
And man, his last work,
With reason endued,
By grace is renewed.
Let man ever raise
The chorus of praise.
Thy throne is established of old; Thou art
from everlasting. CLOTH'D with state, and girt with might,
Monarch-like Jehovah reigns He who earth’s foundations pight,*
Pight at first, and yet sustains. He whose stable throne disdains
Motion's shock and ages' flight, He who endless One remains,
One, the same, in changeless plight. Rivers, yea, though rivers roar,
Roaring though sea-billows rise ; Vex the deep and break the shore,
Stronger art Thou, Lord of skies !
Now and still as heretofore,
The Almighty is excellent in power.
THE Lord is King, and weareth
A robe of glory bright; He clothed with strength appeareth,
And girt with powerful might.
The earth He hath so grounded,
That moved it cannot be ; His throne long since was founded,
More old than time is He.
The waters highly flowed
And raised their voice, O Lord, The seas their fury showed,
And loud their billows roared.
But God in strength excelleth
Strong seas and powerful deeps, With Him all pureness dwelleth,
And firm his truth He keeps.
Lord, lift Thou up the light of thy countenance
TO Thee, O Lord, with humble fear
The heavenly host their voices raise :E’en mortals share thy bounties here :
Let mortals, too, attempt thy praise. Of all things Thou the parent art,
Of all things Thou alone the end : On Thee still fix our wavering heart;
To Thee let all our actions tend.
Thou, Lord, art light; thy native ray
No shade, no variation knows :
The glory of thy face disclose.
Whence mercy unexhausted flows :
And make the desert bear the rose !
So shall our every power to Thee
In love and holy service rise ;
Thy ever-living sacrifice.
In heaven, thy throne, to Thee is given:
For where thy presence shines is heaven.