1 GLORY be to God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth to man forgiven,
Man, the well beloved of Heaven.
2 Favored mortals, raise the song;
Endless thanks to God belong;
Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,
Join the hymns your voices raise.
3 Call the tribes of beings round,
From creation's utmost bound;
Where the Godhead shines confessed,
There, be solemn praise addressed.
4 Mark the wonders of his hand!
Power, no empire can withstand;
Wisdom, angels' glorious theme;
Goodness, one eternal stream.
5 Awful Being! from thy throne
Send thy promised mercy down;
May thy light, thy truth, thy peace,
Bid our raging passions cease.
1 BE thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.
2 O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart, my voice I'll raise
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound,
To all the listening nations round;
Thy mercy, highest heaven transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth displayed,
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed.
1 NATIONS, attend before His throne,
With humble fear, with sacred joy!
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power without our aid
Made us of clay and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care;
Our souls and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love,
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand When rolling years shall cease to move.
1 GLORY to our God on high!
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Lift your voice, ye people all!
Praise the God on whom you call.
2 God, whose wisdom throned on high,
Built the mansions of the sky;
And the orbs that gild the pole
Bade through boundless ether roll.
3 God, who o'er this earthly ball
Looks with equal eye on all,
And to every thing which lives,
Rich supplies of blessings gives.
4 Sons of earth, the triumph join,
Praise him with the host divine;
Emulate the heavenly powers;
Their all-gracious God is ours.
5 Him, whose joy is to restore,
Him let all our hearts adore ;
Earth and heaven repeat the cry,
Glory to our God on high.
The Power and Goodness of God.
1 O, COME, and sing your Maker's name;
With cheerful thanks his praise proclaim,
For ye are all his own;
All-from the angel to the worm;
The vernal breeze, the wintry storm,
Confess his power divine.
2 His rainbow still proclaims on high,
That mercy, to repentance nigh,
Which never shall abate
The morning on the midnight calls,
The day exclaims, till evening falls,
That God is good and great.
3 Great, when the thunder rolls along,
Great, in the streams of ocean strong,
The light, the fountains sweet;
Great God! if thus thy praises be,
Make this devoted heart to thee
A sanctuary meet.
1 NATURE with all her powers shall sing
God, the Creator and the King;
Nor air nor earth, nor skies nor seas,
Deny the tribute of their praise.
2 Begin to make his glories known,
Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne;
Tune your harps high, and spread the sound
To the creation's utmost bound
3 All mortal things of meaner frame,
Exert your force and own his name;
While, with our heart and with our voice,
We sing his honors and our joys.
4 Yet, mighty God! our feeble frame
Attempts in vain to reach thy name;
The loftiest notes that angels raise,
Faint in the worship and the praise.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works unite
To make this duty our delight.
2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames;
He knows their numbers and their names;
His wisdom's vast and knows no bound,
A deep, where all our thoughts are drowned.
3 His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole;
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And lifts the lowly from the dust.
4 His saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.
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