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Fairest of all the lights above
Hymnal: Hymn Book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (2nd ed.) #69 (1838) Languages: English
Fairest of all the lights above
Fairest of all the lights above
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymn book of the Methodist Protestant Church. (4th ed.) #69 (1842) Languages: English
Fairest of all the lights above
Fairest of all the lights above
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Sacred Poetry #d100 (1812)
Fairest of all the lights above
Fairest of all the lights above
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Sacred poetry #d101 (1817)
Fairest of all the lights above
Fairest of all the lights above
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Christian Psalter #d112 (1841)
Fairest of all the lights above
Fairest of all the lights above
Author: Watts Hymnal: Plymouth Collection of Hymns and Tunes; for the use of Christian Congregations #125 (1855)
Fairest of all the lights above
Fairest of all the lights above
Author: Watts Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #125 (1858)
Fairest of all the lights above
Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise ye the Lord
Hymnal: Select Psalms and Hymns for the use of Mr. Adgate's pupils #IV (1787) First Line: Fairest of all the lights above Lyrics: I Fairest of all the lights above,
Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres,
And with unweary'd swiftness move,
To form the circles of the years;
II Praise the Creator of the skies,
That dress'd thine orb in golden rays:
Or may the sun forget to rise,
If he forget his Maker's praise.
III Thou reigning beauty of the night,
Fair queen of silence, silver moon,
Whose gentle beams and borrow'd light,
Are softer rivals of the moon;
IV Arise, and to that Sov'reign power
Waxing and waining honours pay,
Who bid thee rule the dusky hour,
And half supply the absent day.
V Ye twinkling stars who gild the skies,
When darkness has its curtains drawn,
Who keep your watch with wakeful eyes,
When business, cares, and day are gone;
VI Proclaim the glories of your Lord,
Disperss'd through all the heav'nly street,
Whose boundless treasures can afford,
So rich a pavement for his feet.
VII Thou heav'n of heav'ns, supremely bright,
Fair palace of the court divine,
Where, with inimitable light,
The Godhead condescends to shine;
VIII Praise thou thy great Inhabitant,
Who scatters lovely beams of grace
On every angel, every saint;
Nor veils the lustre of his face.
IX O God of glory, God of love,
Thou art the sun that makes our days:
With all thy shining works above,
Let earth and dust attempt thy praise. Languages: English
Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise ye the Lord
Regent of all the worlds above
Hymnal: Harmonia Sacra #27 (1816) Languages: English
Regent of all the worlds above
Sun, Moon and Stars, praise ye the Lord
Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #C.IX (1737) First Line: Regent of all the Worlds above Lyrics: 1 Regett of all the Worlds above,
Thou, Sun, whose Rays adorn the Sphere
And with unwearied Swiftness move,
To form the Circle of the Year:
2 Praise the Creator of the Skies,
Who decks thy Orb with borrow'd Rays:
Or may the Sun forget to rise,
When he forget his Maker's Praise.
3 Thou reigning Beauty of the Night,
Fair Queen of Silence, Silver Moon,
Whose paler Fires and Female Light,
Are softer Rivals of the Noon;
4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power
Waxing and waining Honours pay,
Who bad thee rule the dusky Hours
And half supply the absent Day.
5 Ye glittering Stars who gild the skies,
When Darkness has her Curtain drawn,
Who keep the Watch with wakeful Eyes,
When Business, Cares, and Day are gone:
6 Proclaim the Glories of your Lord,
Dispers'd thro' all the heav'nly Street,
Whose boundless Treasures can afford,
So rich a Pavement for his Feet.
7 Thou Heav'n of Heav'ns, supremely bright,
Fair Palace of the Court divine,
Where, with inimitable Light
The Godhead condescends to shine:
8 Praise thou thy great Inhabitant,
Who scatters lovely Beams of Grace
On every Angel, every Saint,
Nor veils the Lustre of his Face.
9 O God of Glory, God of Love,
Thou art the Sun that mak'st our Days:
Mid'st all thy wondrous Works above
Let Earth and Dust attempt thy Praise!
Languages: English
Sun, Moon and Stars, praise ye the Lord
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