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Songs of immortal praise belong
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #27 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Being and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 Songs of immortal praise belong
To my almighty God;
He hath my heart, and he my tongue,
To spread his name abroad.
2 How great the works his hand has wrought!
How glorious in our sight!
And men in ev'ry age have sought
His wonders with delight.
3 How most exact is nature's frame!
How wise th' eternal mind!
His counsels never change the scheme
That his first thoughts design'd.
4 When he redeem'd the sons of men,
He fix'd his cov'nant sure;
The orders, that his lips pronounce,
To endless years endure.
5 Nature, and time, and earth, and skies,
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim.
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?
6 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace,
Is our divinest skill;
And he's the wisest of our race
Who best obeys thy will.
Songs of immortal praise belong
With eye impartial, heav'n's high King
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #30 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Being and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 With eye impartial, heav'n's high King
Surveys each human tribe;
No earthly pomp his eyes can charm,
Nor wealth his favour bribe.
2 The rich and poor, of equal clay,
His pow'rful hand did frame;
All souls are his, and him alike
Their common Parent claim.
3 Ye sons of men of high degree,
Your great Superior own;
Praise him for all his gifts, and pay
Your homage at his throne.
4 Trust in the Lord, ye humble poor,
And banish ev'ry fear:
The God you serve will ne'er forsake
The man of heart sincere.
With eye impartial, heav'n's high King
The promises I sing
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #31 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Being and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 The promises I sing,
Which love supreme hath spoke;
Nor will th'eternal King
His words of grace revoke.
They stand secure
And steadfast still:
Not Sion's hill
Abides so sure.
2 The mountains melt away,
When once the Judge appears;
And sun and moon decay,
That measure mortal years:
But still the same,
In radiant lines,
His promise shines
Through all the flame.
3 Their harmony shall sound
Thro' my attentive ears,
When thunders cleave the ground,
And dissipate the spheres.
Midst all the shock
Of that dread scene,
I'll stand serene,
Thy word my rock.
The promises I sing
Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #34 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Character and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and pow'r;
Ascribe due honours to His name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims His pow'r aloud
O'er the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 He speaks, and howling tempests rise,
And lay the forest bare around;
the fiercest beasts, with piteous cries,
Confess the terror of the sound.
4 His thunders rend the vaulted skies,
And palaces and temples shake.
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the deserts quake.
5. The Lord sits sov'reign o'er the flood;
The Thund’rer reigns for ever King;
But makes his church His blest abode,
Where we His awful glories sing.
6 We see no terrors in his name,
But in our God a Father find.
The voice that shakes all nature's frame,
Speaks comfort to the pious mind.
Languages: English
Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame
Lord, thou hast searched, and seen me through
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #37 (1814) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Character and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through;
Thine eye commands with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powr's.
2 Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?
3 If, mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the western sea;
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
4 Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the spreading veil of night:
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Thy hand can seize Thy foes as soon
Through midnight shades as blazing noon.
6. O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where’er I rove, where’er I rest!
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.
Languages: English
Lord, thou hast searched, and seen me through
Songs of immortal praise belong
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #41 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Character and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 Songs of immortal praise belong
to my almighty God:
He hath my heart, and he my tongue,
To spread his name abroad.
2 How great the works his hands hath wrought!
How glorious in our sight!
And men in ev'ry age have sought
His wonders with delight.
3 How most exact is nature's frame!
How wise th' eternal Mind!
His counsels need not change the scheme
That his first thoughts design'd.
4 When he redeem'd the sons of men,
He fix'd his cov'nant sure:
The orders, that his lips pronounce,
To endless years endure.
5. Nature, and time, and earth, and skies,
Thy heav'nly skill proclaim.
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?
6 To fear thy pow'r, to trust thy grace,
Is our divinest skill;
And he's the wisest of our race,
Who best obeys thy will. Languages: English
Songs of immortal praise belong
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #54 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Character and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace,
O God, my heavenly King!
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies.
Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And ev'ry want supplies.
3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;
Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon He sends His pard'ning word
To cheer the souls He loves.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste thy richer grace
Delight to bless thy name.
Languages: English
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Grace, 'tis a charming sound!
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #60 (1814) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Character and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 Grace, ’tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear!
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace leads my roving feet
To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heav'n the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
Languages: English
Grace, 'tis a charming sound!
When I with curious eyes survey
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #42 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Character and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 When I with curious eyes survey
My complicated frame,
I read on ev'ry part inscrib'd
My great Creator's name.
2 With nicest art, in secret, God
Did ev'ry member write;
And, when the model was complete,
My eyes beheld the light.
3 He bade the purple flood of life
In circling streams to flow;
And sent the genial heat around
Though ev'ry part to glow.
4. Why was my body form'd erect,
Whilst brutes bow down to earth?
But that my soul should learn to know,
And claim it's nobler birth.
5. Author of life! my tongue shall sing
The wonders of my frame.
Long as I breathe, and think and speak,
I'll praise thy glorious name. Languages: English
When I with curious eyes survey
With eye impartial, heav'n's high King
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy #46 (1814) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Character and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 With eye impartial, heav'ns high King
Surveys each human tribe;
No earthly pomp his eyes can charm,
Nor wealth his favour bribe.
2 The rich and poor, of equal clay,
His pow'rful hand did frame;
All souls are his, and him alike
Their common Parent claim.
3 Ye sons of men of high degree,
Your great Superior own;
Praise him for all his gifts, and pay
Your homage at his throne.
4 Trust in the Lord, ye humble poor,
And banish ev'ry fear:
The God you serve will ne'er forsake
The man of heart sincere. Languages: English
With eye impartial, heav'n's high King
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