PSALMS AND HYMNS OF PRAISE. Whose new- creating power Now let my soul arise,
Makes the dead sinner live; His work completes the great design, And fills the soul with joy divine. Almighty God, to thee
Be endless honours done; The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One! Where reason fails with all her powers, There faith prevails, and love adores.( w) 517 REJOICE, the Lord is King, Your Lord and King adore, Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore: Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
Jesus the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love; When he had purged our stains, He took his seat above. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
He sits at God's right hand, Till all his foes submit, And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet. Lift up your heart, lift up your voice; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice. Rejoice in glorious hope;
Jesus the Judge shall come, And take his servants up
To their eternal home. We soon shall hear the archangel's voice,
The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice.
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518 JOIN all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power, That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore; All are too mean to speak his worth, Too mean to set my Saviour forth. Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless thy name; By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came; The joyful news of sins forgiven, Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven. To this dear Surety's hand
Will I commit my cause; He answers and fulfils
His Father's broken laws. Behold my soul at freedom set: My Surety paid the dreadful debt. Jesus, my great High Priest, Offer'd his blood and died; My guilty conscience secks No sacrifice beside:
His powerful blood did once atone, And now it pleads before the throne. Divine almighty Lord,
My Conqueror and my King, Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace, I sing: Thine is the power: behold I sit In willing bonds beneath thy feet.
And tread the tempter down; My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.( w)
519 YE boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's fame, His praise your song employ Above the starry frame; Your voices raise,
Ye cherubim
And seraphim,
To sing his praise.
Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glittering stars of light, To him your homage pay. His praise declare,
Ye heavens above, And clouds that move In liquid air.
Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name, By whose alr ighty word They all fro n nothing came; And all shall last From changes free; His firm decree
Stands ever fast. United zeal be shown
His wondrous fame to raise, Whose glorious name alone Deserves our endless praiss. Earth's utmost ends His power obey:
His glorious sway The sky transcends.( w)
WORSHIP the King, all glorious above;
O gratefully sing his power and his love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilion'd in splendour, and girded with praise.
O tell of his might, O sing of his grace, Whose robe is the light; whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of
the storm.
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The earth, with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of old,
Hath stablish'd it fast by a changelesa decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;