1Be 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.

2O God, our hearts are fixed and bent

Their thankful tribute to present;

And, with the heart, the voice, we'll raise

To thee, our God, in songs of praise.

3Thy praises, Lord, we will resound

To all the listening nations round;

Thy mercy highest heaven transcends;

Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.

4Be 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.

1Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Be thy glorious name adored;

Lord, thy mercies never fail;

Hail, celestial goodness, hail!

2Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear,

Deign our humble songs to hear;

Purer praise we hope to bring,

When around thy throne we sing.

3There no tongue shall silent be;

All shall join in harmony;

That, through heaven's capacious round,

Praise to thee may ever sound.

4Lord, thy mercies never fail;

Hail, celestial goodness, hail!

Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Be thy glorious name adored.

1O, worship the King, all glorious above,

And gratefully sing his wonderful love,

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,

Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

2Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?

It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,

It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,

And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.

3Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,

In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;

Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.

4Father Almighty, how faithful thy love!

While angels delight to hymn thee above,

The humbler creation, though feeble their lays

With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.

1Praise ye the Lord; on every height

Ye angel hosts, ye stars of night,

2O fire and vapor, hail and snow,

O stormy winds, that only blow

3Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise

Creatures of life that wing the skies,

4Judges of nations; kings, whose hand

O youths and virgins of the land;

5Praise ye his name, to whom alone

Whose glory, from th' eternal throne,

1Let us, with a gladsome mind,

Praise the Lord, for he is kind;

For his mercies shall endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

2Let us sound his name abroad,

For of gods he is the God;

Who, with all-commanding might,

Filled the new-made world with light;

3Caused the golden-tressed sun

All day long his course to run;

And the moon to shine by night,

'Mongst her spangled sisters bright.

4His own people he did bless,

In the wasteful wilderness;

He hath, with a piteous eye,

Viewed us in our misery.

5All his creatures he doth feed;

His full hand supplies their need;

Let us, therefore, warble forth

His high majesty and worth.

1O render thanks to God above,

The fountain of eternal love;

Whose mercy firm through ages past

Has stood and shall forever last.

2Who can his mighty deeds express?--

Not only vast, but numberless!

What mortal eloquence can raise

His tribute of immortal praise?

3Happy are they, and only they,

Who from thy judgments never stray;

Who know what's right, nor only so,

But always practise what they know.

4Extend to me that favor, Lord,

Thou to thy chosen dost afford:

When thou return'st to set them free,

Let thy salvation visit me.

1Glory be to God on high,

God, whose glory fills the sky;

Peace on earth to man forgiven,

Man, the well-beloved of Heaven.

2Favored mortals! raise the song;

Endless thanks to God belong;

Hearts o'erflowing with his praise,

Join the hymns your voices raise.

3Mark the wonders of his hand!

Power no empire can withstand;

Wisdom, angel's glorious theme;

Goodness, one eternal stream.

4Awful Being! from thy throne

Send thy promised blessings down;

Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace,

Bid our raging passions cease.

1To thee, great Source of light!

And all my powers unite

And, till my voice is lost in death,

May praise employ my every breath.

2And when this feeble tongue

My soul shall dwell among

Then, with the shining hosts above,

In nobler strains I'll sing thy love.

1Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne

Whose glory fills the worlds unknown--

2With mingling souls and voices join;

Repeat his name with joy divine,

3All-gracious God, to thee we owe

Light, life, and health, and all below,

4Thine be the praise, for thine the love

That freely all our sins forgave,

Pointed our dying eyes above,

And showed us life beyond the grave.

1My God, my King, thy various praise

Shall fill the remnant of my days;

Thy grace employ my humble tongue

Till death and glory raise the song.

2The wings of every hour shall bear

Some thankful tribute to thine ear;

And every setting sun shall see

New works of duty done for thee.

3Let distant times and nations raise

The long succession of thy praise,

And unborn ages make my song

The joy and labor of their tongue.

4But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds

Vast and unsearchable thy ways:

Vast and immortal be thy praise.

1Praise ye Jehovah's name;

Praise through his courts proclaim;

High o'er the heavens above

Sound his great acts of love,

While his rich grace we prove,

2Now let the trumpet raise

Sounds of triumphant praise

There let the harp be found;

Organs, with solemn sound,

Roll your deep notes around,

3While his high praise ye sing,

Shake every sounding string:

He vital breath bestows:

Let every breath that flows

His noblest fame disclose--

1Ye boundless realms of joy,

His praise your songs employ

2Let all adore the Lord,

By whose almighty word

1Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay;

Let each enraptured thought obey,

Lo, heaven and earth and seas and skies

In one melodious concert rise

2Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode--

Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God;

Lo, on the lightning's rapid wings

In triumph rides the King of Kings:

3Ye deeps with roaring billows rise

To join the thunders of the skies--

His praise in softer notes declare,

Each whispering breeze of yielding air,

4Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing;

Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,

To him who shaped your finer mould,

Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,

5Let man, by nobler passions swayed,

The feeling heart, the reasoning head,

Spread the Creator's name around,

Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound--

1O praise ye the Lord--prepare a new song,

With voices united the anthem prolong,

2Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend;

The God whom we worship our songs will attend,

3Be joyful, ye saints sustained by his might,

For those who obey him are still his delight--

4Then praise ye the Lord--prepare a glad song,

With voices united the anthem prolong,

1Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Loud as his thunders speak his praise,

2Jehovah!--'tis a glorious word;

But saints, who best have known the Lord,

3Speak of the wonders of that love

From all below, and all above,

1O God, we praise thee, and confess,

And everlasting Father art,

2To thee all angels cry aloud--

Both cherubim and seraphim,

3"O holy, holy, holy Lord,

The world is with the glory filled

4Th' apostles' glorious company,

With all the martyrs' noble host,

5The holy church throughout the world,

That thou eternal Father art

1Praise to thee, thou great Creator;

Join, my soul, with every creature,

2Father, source of all compassion,

Hail the God of our salvation;

3For ten thousand blessings given,

Sound his praise through earth and heaven,

4Joyfully on earth adore him,

There, enraptured, fall before him,

1All, from the sun's uprise,

Resound in jubilees,

2Man drew from man his birth,

Built of the ruddy earth,

3O to his portals press

With thanks his power profess,