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Praise to the God who arched the sky

Praise to the God who arched the sky

Published in 2 hymnals

Representative Text

1 Praise to the God who arch'd the sky,
Is the high note that wakes my tongue;
Praise to God who reigns on high,
Shall be the cadence of the song;
Celestial worlds your Maker's name
Resound through ev'ry shining coast;
Our God a greater praise will claim,
Where he unfolds his glories most.

2 Angels who his commission bear,
And ye who wait around the throne,
Next in the tuneful work appear,
And send your lofty honours down.
Stupendous globe of flaming day,
Praise him in your sublime career,
He struck from night thy peerless ray,
Weigh'd thee thy path and guides thee there.

3 Monarchs, who hold imperial sway,
By leave from heav'ns eternal King,
Come with the millions who obey
Your nod, and your Creator sing.
Judges enthron'd in Salems gates,
Th' impartial Judge of all revere;
And while you seal the mortal fates,
Think of your sentence at his bar.

4 Let youth of ev'ry sex and rank,
Exulting in the bloom of life,
Their God for all his blessings thank,
And join the loud harmonious strife.
Hoary in holiness, the sage
With grateful songs should meet his death,
And infants in their tender age,
Should lisp their God with joyful breath.

5 From clime to clime, from shore to shore,
Be the almighty God ador'd;
He made the nations by his pow'r,
And sways them with his sov'reign word.
At once let nature's ample round,
To God the vast thanksgiving raise:
His high perfections knows no bound,
But fills th' immensity of space.

Source: A Collection of Hymn Tunes from the most modern and approved authors #XXXVIII

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A Collection of Hymn Tunes from the most modern and approved authors #XXXVIII

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Harmonia Sacra #224

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