Verse 1

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

Verse 2

Know that the Lord is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

Verse 1

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

Verse 2

The Lord ye know is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

Verse 3

O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His Name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

Verse 4

For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

Verse 1

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise:
Let the Redeemer’s Name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

Verse 2

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends Thy word:
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Verse 1

Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone.
He can create, and He destroy.

Verse 2

His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.

Verse 3

We are His people, we His care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy Name?

Verse 4

We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

Verse 5

Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Verse 1

Now to the Lord, a noble song!
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,
Hosanna to th’ eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.

Verse 2

See where it shines in Jesus’ face,--
The brightest image of his grace!
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.

Verse 3

Grace!--’tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus’ name:
Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.

Verse 4

Oh! may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.

Verse 1

With glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord, that o’er all nature reigns,
The world’s foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

Verse 2

How sure established is Thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

Verse 3

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

Verse 4

Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure,
And they that in Thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.

Verse 1

My God! my King! thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.

Verse 2

The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.

Verse 3

But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
Vast and unsearchable thy ways--
Vast and immortal be thy praise.

Verse 1

Sweet is the work, my God! my King!
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

Verse 2

Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David’s harp of solemn sound.

Verse 3

My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!

Verse 1

My soul shall praise thee, O my God
Through all my mortal days,
And in eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.

Verse 2

In every smiling, happy hour,
Be this my sweet employ;
Thy praise refines my earthly bliss,
And heightens all my joy.

Verse 3

When anxious grief and gloomy care
Afflict my throbbing breast,
My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,
And lull each pain to rest.

Verse 4

Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honors of my God;
My life, with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.

Verse 5

And when these lips shall cease to move,
When death shall close these eyes,
My soul shall then to nobler heights
Of joy and transport rise.

I’ve Found the Pearl of Greatest Price!

Verse 1

I’ve found the pearl of greatest price!
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine!
Christ shall my song employ.

Verse 2

Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Prophet full of light,
My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.

Verse 3

Christ is my peace; he died for me,
For me he gave his blood;
And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,
Offered himself to God.

Verse 4

Christ Jesus is my All in All,--
My Comfort, and my Love;
My Life below, and he shall be
My Joy and Crown above.

Verse 1

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.

Verse 2

Oh, bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

Verse 3

’Tis he forgives thy sins--
’Tis he relieves thy pain--
’Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And gives thee strength again.

Verse 4

He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He who redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.

Verse 1

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Savior’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o’erflow.

Verse 2

No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he, than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.

Verse 3

He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.

Verse 4

To heaven, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

Verse 1

I’ve found the pearl of greatest price!
My heart doth sing for joy;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine!
Christ shall my song employ.

Verse 2

Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;
My Prophet full of light,
My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.

Verse 3

Christ is my peace; he died for me,
For me he gave his blood;
And, as my wondrous Sacrifice,
Offered himself to God.

Verse 4

Christ Jesus is my All in All,--
My Comfort, and my Love;
My Life below, and he shall be
My Joy and Crown above.

Verse 1

Oh, for a thousand tongues, to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of his grace.

Verse 2

My gracious Master, and my God,
Assist me to proclaim--
To spread, through all the earth abroad,
The honors of thy name.

Verse 3

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.

Verse 4

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the pris’ner free:
His blood can make the foulest clean--
His blood availed for me.

Verse 5

He speaks--and, list’ning to his voice
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

Verse 6

Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come;
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

Verse 1

Come, let us all unite to praise
The Savior of mankind;
Our thankful hearts in solemn lays
Be with our voices joined.

Verse 2

O Lord! we cannot silent be;
By love we are constrained
To offer our best thanks to thee,
Our Savior, and our Friend.

Verse 3

Let every tongue thy goodness show,
And spread abroad thy fame;
Let every heart with praise o’erflow,
And bless thy sacred name.

Verse 4

Worship and honor, thanks and love,
Be to our Jesus given,
By men below, by hosts above,
By all in earth and heaven.

Verse 1

Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad his wonderful name.
The name, all-victorious, of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.

Verse 2

God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.

Verse 3

“Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,”
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
Our Savior’s high praises the angels proclaim,--
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.

Verse 1

Awake, awake, the sacred song,
To our incarnate Lord;
Let every heart and every tongue
Adore th’ eternal Word.

Verse 2

That awful Word, that sovereign Power,
By whom the worlds were made;
Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour--
Was once in flesh arrayed.

Verse 3

To dwell with misery here below,
The Savior left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.

Verse 4

Adoring angels tuned their songs,
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture, then, let human tongues
Their grateful worship pay.

Verse 1

Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see;
And turn each worthless idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

Verse 2

Do not I love thee, from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
Which thou dost not approve.

Verse 3

Is not thy name melodious still,
To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill
My Savior’s voice to hear?

Verse 4

Thou know’st I love thee, dearest Lord!
But, oh! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love thee more.

Verse 1

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear;
It soothes his sorrow, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

Verse 2

It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.

Verse 3

Dear Name, the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding-place;
My never-failing treasure, filled
With boundless stores of grace.

Verse 4

Jesus, my Shepherd, Savior, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

Verse 5

I would thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath,
So shall the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

Verse 1

To thee, my God and Savior!
My heart exulting sings,
Rejoicing in thy favor,
Almighty King of kings!
I’ll celebrate thy glory,
With all thy saints above,
And tell the joyful story
Of thy redeeming love.

Verse 2

Soon as the morn with roses
Bedecks the dewy east,
And when the sun reposes
Upon the ocean’s breast;
My voice, in supplication,
Well-pleased thou shalt hear:
Oh! grant me thy salvation,
And to my soul draw near.

Verse 3

By thee, through life supported,
I pass the dangerous road,
With heavenly hosts escorted,
Up to their bright abode;
There, cast my crown before thee.--
Now, all my conflicts o’er,--
And day and night adore thee:--
What can an angel more?

Verse 1

Children of the heavenly King,
As we journey let us sing;
Sing our Savior’s worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are trav’ling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.

Verse 2

Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father’s Son,
Bids us undismayed go on.
Lord! obediently we’ll go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

Verse 1

Earth has nothing sweet or fair,
Lovely forms or beauties rare,
But before my eyes they bring
Christ, of beauty Source and Spring.

Verse 2

When the morning paints the skies,
When the golden sunbeams rise,
Then my Savior’s form I find
Brightly imaged on my mind.

Verse 3

When the day-beams pierce the night,
Oft I think on Jesus’ light,--
Think,--how bright that light will be,
Shining through eternity.

Verse 4

When, as moonlight softly steals,
Heaven its thousand eyes reveals,
Then I think;--who made their light
Is a thousand times more bright.

Verse 5

When I see, in spring-tide gay,
Fields their varied tints display,
Wakes the thrilling thought in me,
What must their Creator be?

Verse 6

Lord of all that’s fair to see!
Come, reveal thyself to me;
Let me, ‘mid thy radiant light,
See thine unveiled glories bright.

Verse 1

Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake, every heart, and every tongue!
To praise the Savior’s name.

Verse 2

Sing of his dying love;
Sing of his rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.

Verse 3

Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners! sing;
Sing on, rejoicing, every day,
In Christ, th’ eternal King.

Verse 4

Soon shall ye hear him say,
“Ye blessed children! come;”
Soon will he call you hence away,
And take his wanderers home.

Verse 1

Bless’d be thy love, dear Lord!
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love thee for thyself,
And for that love obey.

Verse 2

Oh, thou, our soul’s chief Hope!
We to thy mercy fly;
Where’er we are, thou canst protect,
Whate’er we need, supply.

Verse 3

Whether we sleep or wake,
To thee we both resign;
By night we see, as well as day,
If thy light on us shine.

Verse 4

Whether we live or die,
Both we submit to thee;
In death we live, as well as life,
If thine in death we be.

Verse 1

Oh, could I speak the matchless worth,
Oh! could I sound the glories forth,
Which in my Savior shine!
I’d soar and touch the heav’nly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings,
In notes almost divine.

Verse 2

I’d sing the precious blood he spilt,
My ransom from the dreadful guilt,
Of sin and wrath divine;
I’d sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all-perfect heav’nly dress
My soul shall ever shine.

Verse 3

I’d sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne;
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
I would to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.

Verse 4

Well--the delightful day will come,
When he, dear Lord! will bring me home,
And I shall see his face:
There, with my Savior, brother, friend,
A blessed eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

Verse 1

Jesus! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro’ endless days.

Verse 2

Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O’er this benighted soul of mine.

Verse 3

Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

Verse 4

Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

Verse 5

Till then--nor is my boasting vain--
Till then, I boast a Savior slain!
And, oh, may this my glory be
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

Verse 1

Jesus, my truth, my way,
My sure, unerring light,
On thee my feeble steps I stay,
Which thou wilt guide aright.

Verse 2

My wisdom and my guide,
My counselor thou art;
Oh, never let me leave thy side,
Or from thy paths depart.

Verse 3

Never will I remove
Out of thy hands my cause;
But rest in thy redeeming love,
And hang upon thy cross.

Verse 4

Oh, make me all like thee,
Before I hence remove;
Settle, confirm, and ‘stablish me--
And build me up in love.

Verse 1

Awake, my soul, to joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving kindness, oh, how free!

Verse 2

He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate--
His loving kindness, oh, how great!

Verse 3

Though numerous hosts of mighty foes--
Though earth and hell my way oppose;
He safely leads my soul along--
His loving kindness, oh, how strong!

Verse 4

When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood--
His loving kindness, oh, how good!

Verse 1

O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call;
My comfort by day, and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

Verse 2

Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,
To feed in the pastures of love?
And why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?

Verse 3

O, why should I wander an alien from thee,
Or cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

Verse 4

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;
He speaks, and eternity, fill’d with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

Verse 1

How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus no longer I see!
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers
Have lost all their sweetness to me:
The midsummer sun shines but dim;
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December’s as pleasant as May.

Verse 2

His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,
And makes all within me rejoice:
I should, were he always so nigh,
Have nothing to wish or to fear;
No mortal so happy as I;
My summer would last all the year.

Verse 3

Content with beholding his face,
My all to his pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blest with a sense of his love,
A palace a toy would appear;
And prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.

Verse 4

Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O, drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me unto thee on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.