When he saw our race undone, Loved the world and gave his Son. 18 "Bless the Lord." S. M. 1 STAND up, and bless the Lord, Ye people of his choice: Stand up, and bless the Lord your God With heart, and soul, and voice. 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, 3 0 for the living fire, From his own altar brought, To touch our lips, our minds inspire, 4 God is our strength and song, Then be his love in Christ proclaimed 5 Stand up and bless the Lord, Stand up, and bless his glorious name 19 66 Worthy the Lamb." 6s & 4s. 1 COME, all ye saints of God! Wide through the earth abroad, Spread Jesus' fame: Tell what his love has done; Shout to his lofty throne, 66 Worthy the Lamb!" 2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! 3 Hark-how the choirs above, There, too, may we be found, 20 "Let all the People praise Thee!" 1 SONGS of praise the angels sang, 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, 3 Heaven and earth must pass away, 4 And can man alone be dumb, Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 7s. 5 Saints below with heart and voice, 6 Borne upon their latest breath, 21 Songs of praise their powers employ. "Glory ye in His Holy Name." S. M. 1 GIVE glory to the Lord, Extol his holy name, Let men and angels' tongues record His everlasting fame. 2 While we his love relate, Who saves the lost from hell, 3 Among our fallen race, The living yet are we; This is our day,—our day of grace, The last we e'er may see. 4 Confess we then our sin, Repent, believe, and pray; Strive the straight gate to enter in, And force the narrow way. 5 The Lord delights to bless And crown their age with happiness, 6 Angels, while ye on high 22 Rejoice o'er ransomed men; "The lost is found," we too would cry, "The dead alive again." A Psalm of Praise. H. M. 1 YE holy angels bright, Who stand before God's throne, And dwell in glorious light, Praise ye the Lord, each one. You there, so nigh, Are much more meet 2 Ye blessed souls at rest, That see your Saviour's face, Whose glory, even the least, Is far above our grace; As in his sight, With sweet delight, You do abound. |