155. 7s. M. J. Taylor.

The Divine Glories Celebrated.

1 Glory be to G.o.d on high, G.o.d, 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 G.o.d belong; Hearts o'erflowing with his praise, Join the hymns your voices raise.

3 Mark the wonders of his hand!

Power no empire can withstand; Wisdom, angel's glorious theme; Goodness, one eternal stream.

4 Awful Being! from thy throne Send thy promised blessings down; Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace, Bid our raging pa.s.sions cease.

156. H. M. Sacred Lyrics.

Perpetual Praise.

1 To thee, great Source of light!

My thankful voice I'll raise; And all my powers unite To celebrate thy praise; And, till my voice is lost in death, May praise employ my every breath.

2 And when this feeble tongue Lies silent in the dust, My soul shall dwell among The spirits of the just; Then, with the shining hosts above, In n.o.bler strains I'll sing thy love.

157. L. M. H. Ballou, 2d.

The Same.

1 Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne All heaven in ceaseless worship waits, Whose glory fills the worlds unknown-- Praise ye the Lord from Zion's gates.

2 With mingling souls and voices join; To him the swelling anthem raise; Repeat his name with joy divine, And fill the temple with his praise.

3 All-gracious G.o.d, to thee we owe Each joy and blessing time affords,-- Light, life, and health, and all below, Spring from thy presence, Lord of lords.

4 Thine 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.

158. L. M. Watts.

The Same. Ps. 145.

1 My G.o.d, 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.

2 The 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.

3 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise, And unborn ages make my song The joy and labor of their tongue.

4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds Vast and unsearchable thy ways: Vast and immortal be thy praise.

159. 6s. 6s. & 4s. M. Anonymous.

The Same. Ps. 150.

1 Praise ye Jehovah's name; Praise through his courts proclaim; Rise and adore;-- High o'er the heavens above Sound his great acts of love, While his rich grace we prove, Vast as his power.

2 Now let the trumpet raise Sounds of triumphant praise Wide as his fame; There let the harp be found; Organs, with solemn sound, Roll your deep notes around, Filled with his name.

3 While his high praise ye sing, Shake every sounding string: Sweet the accord!-- He vital breath bestows: Let every breath that flows His n.o.blest fame disclose-- Praise ye the Lord.

160. H. M. Tate & Brady.

Praise from Heaven and Earth.

1 Ye boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's name; His praise your songs employ Above the starry frame: Your voices raise, Ye cherubim And seraphim, To sing his praise.

2 Let all adore the Lord, And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came; And all shall last, From changes free; His firm decree Stands ever fast.

161. C. P. M. Ogilvie.

Praise from all Nature. Ps. 148.

1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay; Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name.

Lo, heaven and earth and seas and skies In one melodious concert rise To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode-- Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, G.o.d; Ye thunders, speak his power.

Lo, on the lightning's rapid wings In triumph rides the King of Kings: Th' astonished worlds adore.