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My God, thy boundless love I praise
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #33 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Being and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 My God, thy boundless love I praise;
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thy eternal throne;
Through heav'n its joys for ever run,
And o'er the earth they flow.
2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil;
In ev'ry vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in ev'ry gale that blows,
And glides in every rill.
3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smile on ev'ry vale.
4 But in thy gospel see it shine
With grace and glories more divine,
Proclaiming sins forgiv'n.
There faith, bright cherus, points the way
To realms of everlasting day,
And opens all her heav'n.
5 Then let the love, that makes me blest,
With cheerful praise inspire my breast,
And ardent gratitude;
And all my thoughts and passions tend
To thee, my Father and my Friend,
My soul's eternal good.
My God, thy boundless love I praise
Great are the mercies of our God
Author: Paul Henkel Hymnal: Church Hymn Book; consisting of hymns and psalms, original and selected. adapted to public worship and many other occasions. 2nd ed. #326 (1838) Topics: Being and Perfections of God Languages: English
Great are the mercies of our God
Some seraph lend your heavenly tongue
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #15 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Being and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 Some seraph lend your heavenly tongue,
Or harp of golden string,
That I may raise a lofty song,
To our Eternal King.
2 Thy names how infinite they be!
Great EVERLASTING ONE!
Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd thy throne.
3 Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large thy grace;
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,
And Gabriel veils his face.
4 Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound;
An ocean of infinities
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
5 Thy myst'ries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
Thoughts can ascend above the sky,
And fly before the winds;
6 Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole;
But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul.
7 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee,
But boundless inconceivables,
And vast eternity!
Some seraph lend your heavenly tongue
Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #22 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Being 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 vast 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.
Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame
When in dark and dreadful gloom
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #24 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Being and Perfections of God Lyrics: 1 When in dark and dreadful gloom,
Clouds on clouds portentous spread,
Black as if the day of doom
Hung o'er nature's shrinking head:
When the lightning breaks from high,
God is coming--God is nigh!
2 Then we hear his chariot wheels,
As the mighty thunder rolls;
Nature, startled nature reels,
From the centre of the poles:
Then the ocean, earth, and sky,
Tremble as he passes by!
3 Darkness, wild with horror, forms
His mysterious hiding-place:
Should he from his ark of storms,
Rend the veil and show his face,
At the judgment of his eye,
All the universe would die.
4 God of vengeance! from above,
While thine awful bolts are hurl'd,
O remember thou art love!
Spare!--O spare a guilty world!
Stay thy flaming wrath awhile,
Let the bow of promise smile!
When in dark and dreadful gloom
Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #25 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Being 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 pow'rs.
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.
Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through
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
Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #34 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Being and Perfections of God 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.
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.
Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace
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