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Long as I live I'll bless thy name

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #318 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Long as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love! My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above. 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great: I'll sing the honors of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice. 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall thro' the world be known; Thine arm of pow'r, thy heav'nly state, With public splendor shown. 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Tho' rocks and hills remove. Scripture: Psalm 145:1-7 Languages: English
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Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #319 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heav'nly 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; Thro' 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, that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. Scripture: Psalm 145:7-13 Languages: English
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Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #320 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sov'reign Lord of all: Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrows bow the spirit down, Or virtue lies distrest Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest. 3 The Lord supports our tott'ring days, And guides our giddy youth: Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pains his servants feel, He hears his children cry, And their best wishes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; He saves the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain: But none that serve the Lord shall say, 'They sought his aid in vain.'] 7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad: Let all the sons of Adam raise The honors of their God.] Scripture: Psalm 145:14 Languages: English
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Praise ye the Lord: my heart shall join

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #321 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord: my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine; Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought and being last. 3 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp, and pow'r, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isr'el's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; And none shall find his promise vain. 5 His truth for ever stands secure: He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. 7 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
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I'll praise my maker with my breath

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #322 (1790) Lyrics: 1 I'll praise my maker with my breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust: Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r, And thoughts all vanish in an hour; Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Isr'el's God: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor; And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns! Let every tongue, let ev'ry age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. Scripture: Psalm 146 Languages: English
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Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #323 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names, His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our tho'ts are drown'd. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds all round the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn: The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force? The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him. 8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight: He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks, and loves his image there. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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Summer and winter

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #324 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Let Zion praise the mighty God Lyrics: 1 Let Zion praise thy mighty God, And make his honors known abroad; For sweet the joy our songs to raise, And glorious is the work of praise. 2 Our children are secure and bless'd, Our shores have peace, our cities rest; He feeds our sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessings to their meat. 3 The changing seasons he ordains, The early and the later rains: His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. 4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clatt'ring sound: The icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold. 5 He bids the warmer breezes blow; The ice dissolves, the waters flow: But he hath nobler works and ways To call his people to his praise. 6 To all our States his laws are shown; His gospel through the nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his word To ev'ry land – Praise ye the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147 Languages: English
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With songs and honors sounding loud

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #325 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 With songs and honors sounding loud Address the Lord on high; Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. 2 He sends his show'rs of blessings down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in vallies grow. 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat; He hears the raven's cry; But man who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honors high. 4 His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear. 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 6 When from the dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail. 7 He sends his word and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn: He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honors sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord. Scripture: Psalm 147:7-9 Languages: English
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Ye tribes of Adam join

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #326 (1790) Lyrics: 1 Ye tribes of Adam join With heav'n, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise. Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song. 2 Thou sun with dazzling rays, And moon that rules the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light. His pow'r declare, Ye floods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air. 3 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move By his supreme command. He spake the word, And all their frame From nothing came To praise the Lord. 4 He mov'd their mighty wheels In unknown ages past, And each his word fulfils While time and nature last. In diff'rent ways His works proclaim His wond'rous name, And speak his praise. Pause. 5 Let all the earth-born race, And monsters of the deep, The fish that cleave the seas, Or in their bosom sleep; From sea and shore Their tribute pay, And still display Their Maker's pow'r. 6 Ye vapours, hail, and snow, Praise ye th' almighty Lord, And stormy winds that blow, To execute his word. When light'nings shine, Or thunders roar, Let earth adore His hand divine. 7 Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler size, That fruit in plenty bear; Beasts, wild and tame, Birds, flies, and worms, In various forms, Exalt his name. 8 Ye kings, and judges, fear The Lord, the sov'reign King; And while you rule us here, His heav'nly honors sing: Nor let the dream Of pow'r and state Make you forget His pow'r supreme. 9 Virgins, and youths, engage To sound his praise divine, While infancy and age Their feebler voices join. Wide as he reigns His name be sung, By ev'ry tongue, In endless strains. 10 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love. While earth and sky Attempt his praise, His saints shall raise His honors high. Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English
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Loud hallelujahs to the Lord

Hymnal: DWIP1790 #329 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell; Let heav'n begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell. 2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns! Let ev'ry angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heav'nly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be. 3 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of shining bliss! Fly through the world, O sun, and tell How dark thy beams compar'd to his. 4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In sounds of dreadful praise declare; And the sweet whisper of his name Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air. 5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree, To join their praise with blazing fire; Let the firm earth, and rolling sea, In this eternal song conspire. 6 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill; Vallies lie low before his eye; And let his praise from ev'ry hill Rise tuneful to the neighb'ring sky. 7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches and adore: Praise him, ye beasts, in diff'rent strains; The lamb must bleat, the lion roar. 8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme; Nature demands a song from you; While the dumb fish that cut the stream, Leap up, and mean his praises too. 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you sings? O for a shout from old and young, From humble swains and lofty kings! 10 Wide as his vast dominion lies Make the Creator's name be known; Loud as his thunder shout his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. 11 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word! O may it dwell on ev'ry tongue! But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. 12 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on ev'ry chord: From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord! Scripture: Psalm 148 Languages: English

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