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Great is our Lord, and of great power ; his
understanding is infinite. COME seraph, lend your heavenly tongue,
Or harp of golden string,
raise a lofty song
Thy names, how infinite they be,
Great Everlasting One!
And unconfined thy throne.
Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large thy grace; Immortal day breaks from thine eyes
And Gabriel veils his face.
Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound, An ocean of infinities
Where all our thoughts are drowned. The mysteries of creation lie
Beneath enlightened minds ; Thoughts can ascend above the sky,
And fly before the winds;
Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole, But half thy name our spirit fills
And overloads our soul.
In vain our haughty reason swells
For nothing's found in Thee,
And vast eternity!
The Lord God merciful and gracious, longsuffer
ing, and abundant in goodness and truth.
THY goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy goodness we adore ;
A sea without a shore.
Sun, moon and stars, thy love attest
And love restores the day.
Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields ;
With harvests wave the fields.
But chiefly thy compassions, Lord,
Are in the gospel seen;
Without a cloud between.
Praise ye the Lord.
PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven ;
To his feet thy tribute bring : Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven, Who like me his praise should sing?
Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise Him for his grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress :
Praise Him! praise Him !
Father-like He tends and spares us :
Well our feeble frame He knows ;
Praise Him! praise Him!
Angels, help us to adore Him,
Ye behold Him face to face : Sun and Moon, bow down before Him, Dwellers all in time and
space, Praise Him ! praise Him! Praise with us the God of grace.
All thy works shall praise Thee, O Lord! and
thy saints shall bless Thee.
HARK, my soul, how every thing
Though their voices lower be,
but still sing on.
All the flowers that gild the spring
Only we can scarce afford
Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart,
Call whole nature to thy aid,
God most high.
O GOD, thou fathomless abyss;
Thee to perfection who can know?
Thy countless attributes to show?
Unchangeable, all-perfect Lord,
Essential life's unbounded sea!
It lives and moves, and is from Thee.
Whate'er in earth, or sea, or sky,
Or shuns, or meets, the wandering thought, Escapes or strikes, the searching eye,
By Thee was to perfection brought.
High is thy power above all height;
Whate'er thy will decrees is done : Thy wisdom, equal to thy might, Only to Thee, O God, is known !
What our dim
could never see, Is plain and naked to thy sight; What thickest darkness veils, to Thee
Shines clearly as the morning light.