1 Praise ye the Lord, who reigns above,
Fix'd on his throne of truth and love:
Behold the finger of his pow'r
Contemplate, wonder, and adore.
2 When man, debas'd and guilty man,
From crime to crime with madness ran;
Well might his arm its thunders launch,
And blast th' ungrateful, root and branch.
3 But elemency with justice strove,
To save the people of his love,
"Go, my beloved Son!" he cried,
"Be thou their Saviour, thou their guide."
4 The eastern star with glory streams;
It comes, with healing on its beams.
Dark mists of error flee away,
And Judah hails the rising day.
5 His sacred memory we bless,
Whole holy gospel we profess;
And praise that great almighty name,
From whom such light and favour came.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #109