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Praise to God

Hymnal: SPH1787 #I (1787) First Line: Before Jehovah's awful throne Lyrics: I Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and he destroy. II His sov'reign power without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, He brought us to His fold again. III We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heav'n's our voices raise, And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. IV Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. Languages: English

Blest are the sons of peace

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXVII (1787) Lyrics: I Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one, Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. II Blest is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows Make their communion sweet. III Thus when on Aaron's head They pour'd the rich perfume, The oil through all his raiment spread, And pleasure fill'd the room. IV Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love. Languages: English

For the Beginning of the Year

Hymnal: SPH1787 #II (1787) First Line: Eternal source of every joy Lyrics: I Eternal source of ev'ry joy, Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear; Thy goodness crowns the circling year. II Wide as the earth and planets roll, Thy hand supports and cheers the whole: By thee the sun is taught to rise, And darkness when to veil the skies. III The flow'ry spring at thy command, Embalms the air and paints the land; The summer-rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. IV Seasons and months, and weeks and days, Demand successive hymns of praise: Still be the cheerful homage paid, With morning light and ev'ning shade. V O may our more harmonious tongues, In worlds unknown pursue the songs; And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and year revolve no more. Languages: English

Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise ye the Lord

Hymnal: SPH1787 #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

Praise to God from all Nations

Hymnal: SPH1787 #III (1787) First Line: From all that dwell below the skies Lyrics: I From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's power arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. II Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. Languages: English

God's Wonders of Creation, Providence, and Redemption

Hymnal: SPH1787 #V (1787) First Line: Give to our God immortal praise! Lyrics: I Give to our God immortal praise! Mercy and truth are all his ways: "Wonders of grace to God belong; "Repeat his mercies in your song. II Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown: "His mercies ever shall endure, "When lords and kings are known no more. III He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high: "Wonders of grace to God belong; "Repeat his mercies in your song. IV He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night; "His mercies ever shall endure, "When suns and moons shall shine no more. V The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land: "Wonders of grace to God belong,; "Repeat his mercies in your song. VI He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within: "His mercies ever shall endure, "When death and sin shall reign no more. VII He sent his Son with pow'r to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: "Wonders of grace to God belong: "Repeat his mercies in your song. VIII Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly seat: "His mercies ever shall endure, "When this vain world shall be no more. Languages: English

Christs' Ascension

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXVII (1787) First Line: Hail the day that sees him rise Lyrics: I Hail the day that sees him rise, Ravish'd from our wishful eyes! Christ, a while to mortals giv'n, Re-ascends his native heaven. There the pompous triumph waits; "Lift your heads, eternal gates! "Wide unfold the radiant scene, "Take the King of Glory in!" II Him though highest heaven receives, Still he loves the earth he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own; Still for us he intercedes, Prevalent his death he pleads; Near himself prepares our place, Harbinger of human race. III Master (may we ever say) Taken from our head to-day; See thy faithful servants see, Ever gazing upon thee! Grant, though parted from our sight: High above yon azure height, Grant our hearts may thither rise, Foll'wing thee beyond the skies. IV Ever upward let us move, Wafted on the wings of love, Looking, when our Lord shall come, Longing, gasping after home; There we shall with thee remain; Part'ners of thine endless reign; There thy face unclouded see, Find our heav'n of heav'ns in thee. Languages: English

The blessedness of Gospel-times

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXVIII (1787) First Line: How beauteous are their feet Lyrics: I How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! II How charming is their voice, How sweet the tidings are, "Zion, behold thy Saviour king, "He reigns and triumphs here." III How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! IV How blessed are our eyes That see this heav'nly light! Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But dy'd without the sight. V The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And desarts learn the joy. VI he Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad; Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God! Languages: English

How glorious is our heavenly King

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XVIII (1787) Lyrics: I How glorious is our heavenly King, Who reigns above the sky? How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful Majesty? II How great his pow'r is none can tell, Nor think how large his grace; Not men below, nor saints that dwell On high before his face. III Not angels, that stand round the Lord, Can search his secret will; But they perform his heav'nly word, And sing his praises still. IV Then let me join this holy train, And my first off'rings bring: Th’ eternal God will not disdain To hear an infant sing. V My heart resolves, my tongue obeys; And angels shall rejoice To hear their mighty Maker’s praise Sound from a feeble voice. Languages: English

Going to church

Hymnal: SPH1787 #XXXVIII (1787) First Line: How pleas'd and blest was I Lyrics: I How pleas'd and blest was I, To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to day;" Yes, with a cheerful zeal We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. II Zion thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. III There David's greater Son Has fix'd his royal throne, He sits for grace and judgment there: He bids the saints be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear. IV May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait To bless the soul of ev'ry guest; The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest! V My tongue repeats her vows, "Peace to this sacred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well. Languages: English