Praise
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William C. Dix·Modern
Verse 1
Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
His the sceptre, His the throne;
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone:
Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion
Thunder like a mighty flood;
Jesus, out of every nation,
Hath redeemed us by His blood.
Verse 2
Alleluia! not as orphans,
Are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! He is near us,
Faith believes, nor questions how:
Though the cloud from sight received Him,
When the forty days were o’er,
Shall our hearts forget His promise,
“I am with you evermore”?
Verse 3
Alleluia! Bread of angels,
Thou on earth our Food, our Stay;
Alleluia! here the sinful
Flee to Thee from day to day;
Intercessor, Friend of sinners,
Earth’s Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.
Verse 4
Alleluia! sing to Jesus!
His the sceptre, His the throne;
Alleluia! His the triumph,
His the victory alone:
Hark! the songs of peaceful Zion
Thunder like a mighty flood;
Jesus, out of every nation,
Hath redeemed us by His blood.
Theodulph of Orleans, c. 820; tr. John M. Neale, 1854·Patristic
Verse 1
All glory, laud, and honor
To Thee, Redeemer, King!
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Verse 2
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David’s royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s Name comest,
The King and Blessed One.
All glory, laud, and honor
To Thee, Redeemer, King!
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Verse 3
The company of angels
Are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.
All glory, etc.
Verse 4
The people of the Hebrews
With palms before Thee went;
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before Thee we present.
All glory, etc.
Verse 5
To Thee, before Thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
All glory, etc.
Verse 6
Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
All glory, etc.
Edward Perronet, 1779-80: verse 6, recast; verse 7, added, John Rippon, 1787·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
All hail the power of Jesus’ Name!
Let angels prostrate fall;
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Verse 2
Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the strength of Israel’s might,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Verse 3
Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem of Jesse’s rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Verse 4
Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail Him who saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Verse 5
Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go, spread your trophies at His feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Verse 6
Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,
To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Verse 7
O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall;
We’ll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.
William Kethe·Post-Reformation
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.
William Kethe·Post-Reformation
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.
William Kethe, “All People That on Earth Do Dwell”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
All praise to Him who dwells in bliss,
Who made both day and night;
Whose throne is darkness, in th’ abyss
Of uncreated light.
Verse 2
Each thought and deed His piercing eyes
With strictest search survey;
The deepest shades no more disguise
Than the full blaze of day.
Verse 3
Whom Thou dost guard, O King of kings,
No evil shall molest:
Under the shadow of Thy wings
Shall they securely rest.
Verse 4
Thy angels shall around their beds
Their constant stations keep:
Thy faith and truth shall shield their heads,
For Thou dost never sleep.
Verse 5
May we, with calm and sweet repose,
Our heavenly thoughts refreshed,
Our eyelids with the morn’s unclose,
And bless the Ever-bless’d.
Charles Wesley, “All Praise to Him Who Dwells in Bliss”
George W. Conder·Modern
Verse 1
All things praise Thee, Lord Most High,
Heaven and earth and sea and sky;
All were for Thy glory made,
That Thy greatness, thus displayed,
Should all worship bring to Thee.
All things praise Thee, all things praise Thee:
Lord, may we!
Verse 2
All things praise Thee; night to night
Sings in silent hymns of light:
All things praise Thee; day to day
Chants Thy power in burning ray:
Time and space are praising Thee,
All things praise Thee:—Lord, may we!
Verse 3
All things praise Thee; heaven’s high shrine
Rings with melody Divine:
Lowly bending at Thy feet,
Seraph and archangel meet:
This their highest bliss, to be
Ever praising:—Lord, may we!
Verse 4
All things praise Thee; gracious Lord,
Great Creator, powerful Word,
Omnipresent Spirit, now
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Lift our hearts in praise to Thee,
All things praise Thee:—Lord, may we!
George W. Conder, “All Things Praise Thee, Lord Most High”
Martin Luther, 1529; tr. Frederick H. Hedge, 1853·Reformation
Verse 1
A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Verse 2
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
Verse 3
And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim,—
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
Verse 4
That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also:
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is for ever.
Martin Luther·Reformation
Verse 1
A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Verse 2
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
Verse 3
And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim,—
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
Verse 4
That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also:
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is for ever.
William Bright·Modern
Verse 1
And now the wants are told
That brought Thy children to Thy knee;
Here lingering still, we ask for nought,
But simply worship Thee.
Verse 2
The hope of heaven’s eternal days
Absorbs not all the heart
That gives Thee glory, love, and praise,
For being what Thou art.
Verse 3
For Thou art God, the One, the same,
O’er all things high and bright;
And round us, when we speak Thy Name,
There spreads a heaven of light.
Verse 4
O wondrous peace, in thought to dwell
On excellence Divine;
To know that nought in man can tell
How fair Thy beauties shine.
Verse 5
O Thou, above all blessing blest,
O’er thanks exalted far,
Thy very greatness is a rest
To weaklings as we are;
Verse 6
For when we feel the praise of Thee
A task beyond our powers,
We say, “A perfect God is He,
And He is fully ours.”
William Bright, “And Now the Wants Are Told”
Francis Pott·Modern
Verse 1
Angel voices, ever singing
Round Thy throne of light,
Angel harps, for ever ringing,
Rest not day nor night;
Thousands only live to bless Thee,
And confess Thee Lord of might.
Verse 2
Thou who art beyond the farthest
Mortal eye can scan,
Can it be that Thou regardest
Songs of sinful man?
Can we feel that Thou art near us,
And wilt hear us? Yea, we can.
Verse 3
Yea, we know Thy love rejoices
O’er each work of Thine;
Thou didst ears and hands and voices
For Thy praise combine;
Craftsman’s art and music’s measure
For Thy pleasure didst design.
Verse 4
Here, great God, to-day we offer
Of Thine own to Thee;
And for Thine acceptance proffer,
All unworthily,
Hearts and minds, and hands and voices,
In our choicest melody.
Verse 5
Honor, glory, might, and merit,
Thine shall ever be,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed Trinity:
Of the best that Thou hast given
Earth and heaven render Thee.
Francis Pott, “Angel Voices, Ever Singing”
Henry Ware, Jr.·Modern
Verse 1
Around the throne of God
The host angelic throngs;
They spread their palms abroad,
And shout perpetual songs:
Him first they own, Him last and best;
God ever blest, and God alone.
Verse 2
Their golden crowns they fling
Before His throne of light,
And strike the rapturous string,
Unceasing, day and night:
“Earth, heaven, and sea, Thy praise declare;
For Thine they are, and Thine shall be.”
Verse 3
“O Holy, Holy Lord,
Creation’s sovereign King!
Thy majesty adored,
Let all creation sing:
Who wast, and art, and art to be;
Nor time shall see Thy sway depart.”
Verse 4
“Great are Thy works of praise,
O God of boundless might;
All just and true Thy ways,
Thou King of saints, in light:
Let all above, and all below,
Conspire to show Thy power and love.”
Verse 5
“Who shall not fear Thee, Lord,
And magnify Thy Name?
Thy judgments, sent abroad,
Thy holiness proclaim:
Nations shall throng from every shore,
And all adore in one loud song.”
Verse 6
While thus the powers on high
Their swelling chorus raise,
Let earth and man reply,
And echo back the praise:
His glory own, first, last, and best;
God ever blest, and God alone.
B. H. Kennedy·Modern
Verse 1
Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so?
What the high reward I win?
Whose the name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 2
What is faith’s foundation strong?
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God;
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 3
Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on his right
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 4
This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o’er the grave,
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
B. H. Kennedy, “Ask Ye What Great Thing I Know”
B. H. Kennedy·Modern
Verse 1
Ask ye what great thing I know
That delights and stirs me so?
What the high reward I win?
Whose the name I glory in?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 2
What is faith’s foundation strong?
What awakes my lips to song?
He who bore my sinful load,
Purchased for me peace with God;
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 3
Who is life in life to me?
Who the death of death will be?
Who will place me on his right
With the countless hosts of light?
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Verse 4
This is that great thing I know;
This delights and stirs me so;
Faith in him who died to save,
Him who triumphed o’er the grave,
Jesus Christ, the crucified.
Caroline M. Noel·Modern
Verse 1
At the Name of Jesus
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him
King of glory now.
’Tis the Father’s pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty Word.
Verse 2
At His voice creation
Sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces,
All the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations,
Stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders
In their great array.
Verse 3
Humbled for a season,
To receive a Name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came,
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed.
Verse 4
In your hearts enthrone Him;
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true:
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation’s hour:
Let His will enfold you
In its light and power.
Verse 5
Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father’s glory,
With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His brow,
And our hearts confess Him
King of glory now.
William Hammond·Post-Reformation
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.
William Hammond, “Awake, and Sing the Song”
William Hammond·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour’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, till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues;
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
Verse 4
Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ the Eternal King.
Verse 5
Soon shall ye hear Him say,
“Ye blessed children, come;”
Soon will He call you hence away,
And take His wanderers home.
William Hammond·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Wake every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour’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, till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues;
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
Verse 4
Sing on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ the Eternal King.
Verse 5
Soon shall ye hear Him say,
“Ye blessed children, come;”
Soon will He call you hence away,
And take His wanderers home.
William Hammond, “Awake, and Sing the Song”
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
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.
Anne Steele, “Awake, Awake, the Sacred Song”
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, awake my tongue,
My God demands the grateful song;
Let all my inmost powers record
The wondrous mercy of the Lord.
Verse 2
Divinely free his mercy flows,
Forgives my sins, allays my woes,
And bids approaching death remove,
And crowns me with indulgent love.
Verse 3
His mercy, with unchanging rays,
Forever shines, while time decays;
And children’s children shall record
The truth and goodness of the Lord.
Verse 4
While all his works his praise proclaim
And men and angels bless his name,
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue
Attend, and join the blissful song!
Anne Steele, “Awake, My Soul, Awake My Tongue”
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer’s praise;
He justly claims a song from me,
His loving-kindness is so free.
Verse 2
He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all,
And saved me from my lost estate,
His loving-kindness is so great.
Verse 3
Through mighty hosts of cruel foes,
Where earth and hell my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along,
His loving-kindness is so strong.
Verse 4
Often I feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
And though I oft have Him forgot,
His loving-kindness changes not.
Verse 5
So when I pass death’s gloomy vale,
And life and mortal powers shall fail,
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
Verse 6
Then shall I mount, and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
There shall I sing, with sweet surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.
Samuel Medley, “Awake, My Soul, in Joyful Lays”
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
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!
Samuel Medley, “Awake, My Soul, to Joyful Lays”
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
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!
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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 shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
Isaac Watts, “Before Jehovah's Awful Throne”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts, “Before Jehovah's Awful Throne”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier Name,
Of our Eternal King.
Verse 2
Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And the performing God.
Verse 3
His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.
Verse 4
O might I hear Thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, “Thou art Mine,”
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost Divine.
Isaac Watts, “Begin, My Tongue, Some Heavenly Theme”
John Austin·Post-Reformation
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.
John Austin, “Bless'd Be Thy Love, Dear Lord!”
John Cennick·Post-Reformation
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.
John Cennick, “Children of the Heavenly King”
Anonymous (Latin, 6th or 7th cent.); tr. James R. Woodford, 1852·Patristic
Verse 1
Christ, above all glory seated,
King triumphant, strong to save,
Dying, Thou hast death defeated,
Buried, Thou hast spoiled the grave.
Verse 2
Thou art gone where now is given
What no mortal might could gain,
On the eternal throne of heaven
In Thy Father’s power to reign.
Verse 3
There Thy kingdoms all adore Thee,
Heaven above and earth below;
While the depths of hell before Thee
Trembling and amazed bow.
Verse 4
We, O Lord, with hearts adoring,
Follow Thee beyond the sky:
Hear our prayers Thy grace imploring,
Lift our souls to Thee on high.
Verse 5
So when Thou again in glory
On the clouds of heaven shalt shine,
We Thy flock may stand before Thee,
Owned for evermore as Thine.
Verse 6
Hail! all hail! In Thee confiding,
Jesus, Thee shall all adore,
In Thy Father’s might abiding
With one Spirit evermore.
Martin Madan (?)·Post-Reformation
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.
Martin Madan (?), “Come, Let Us All Unite to Praise”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
Verse 2
“Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“To be exalted thus:”
“Worthy the Lamb,” our lips reply,
“For He was slain for us.”
Verse 3
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power Divine;
And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever Thine.
Verse 4
Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise.
Verse 5
The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred Name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
Isaac Watts, “Come, Let Us Join Our Cheerful Songs”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Come, let us sing the song of songs,
With hearts and voices swell the strain;
The homage which to Christ belongs;--
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
Verse 2
Slain to redeem us by his blood,
To cleanse from every sinful stain;
And make us kings and priests to God:
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
Verse 3
To him who suffered on the tree,
Our souls, at his soul’s price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be!--
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
Verse 4
Come, Holy Spirit! from on high,
Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,
Living to sing, and dying cry,--
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain!”
James Montgomery, “Come, Let Us Sing the Song of Songs”
Anonymous (Latin, 10th cent.); tr. Edward Caswall, 1849·Patristic
Verse 1
Come, O Creator Spirit blest,
And in our souls take up Thy rest;
Come, with Thy grace and heavenly aid,
To fill the hearts which Thou hast made.
Verse 2
Great Paraclete, to Thee we cry:
O highest gift of God Most High!
O Fount of life! O Fire of love!
And sweet Anointing from above!
Verse 3
The sacred sevenfold grace is Thine,
Dread Finger of the hand Divine;
The promise of the Father Thou,
Who dost the tongue with power endow.
Verse 4
Our senses touch with light and fire;
Our hearts with charity inspire;
And with endurance from on high
The weakness of our flesh supply.
Verse 5
Far back our enemy repel,
And let Thy peace within us dwell;
So may we, having Thee for Guide,
Turn from each hurtful thing aside.
Verse 6
O may Thy grace on us bestow
The Father and the Son to know,
And evermore to hold confessed
Thyself of each the Spirit blest.
Thomas Blacklock·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, oh, my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise;
But oh! what tongue can speak his fame?
What mortal verse can reach the theme?
Verse 2
Enthroned amidst the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around him shine.
Verse 3
In all our Master’s grand designs,
Omnipotence with wisdom shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Bear the great impress of his name.
Verse 4
Raised on Devotion’s lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul! his glories sing;
And let his praise employ thy tongue,
Till listening worlds applaud the song.
Thomas Blacklock, “Come, Oh, My Soul, in Sacred Lays”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov’reign God,
The universal king.
Verse 2
He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.
Verse 3
Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.
Verse 4
To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
Isaac Watts, “Come, Sound His Praise Abroad”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.
Verse 2
He formed the deeps unknown,
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.
Verse 3
Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are His works, and not our own;
He formed us by His Word.
Verse 4
To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.
Isaac Watts, “Come, Sound His Praise Abroad”
Anonymous
Verse 1
Come, Thou Almighty King,
Help us Thy Name to sing,
Help us to praise:
Father, all-glorious,
O’er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days.
Verse 2
Come, Thou Incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend:
Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
Verse 3
Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne’er from us depart,
Spirit of power.
Verse 4
To the great One in Three
Eternal praises be
Hence evermore.
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
Anonymous
Verse 1
Come, Thou Almighty King,
Help us Thy Name to sing,
Help us to praise:
Father, all-glorious,
O’er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of days.
Verse 2
Come, Thou Incarnate Word,
Gird on Thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend:
Come, and Thy people bless,
And give Thy word success;
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
Verse 3
Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne’er from us depart,
Spirit of power.
Verse 4
To the great One in Three
Eternal praises be
Hence evermore.
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity
Love and adore.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
Verse 2
Let those refuse to sing
That never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
Verse 3
The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.
Verse 4
The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Verse 5
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
To fairer worlds on high.
Isaac Watts, “Come, We That Love the Lord”
Matthew Bridges·Modern
Verse 1
Crown him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon his throne;
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own!
Verse 2
Awake, my soul! and sing
Of him who died for thee;
And hail him as thy matchless King,
Through all eternity.
Verse 3
Crown him, the Lord of love!
Behold his hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above
In beauty glorified.
Verse 4
Crown him, the Lord of peace!
Whose power a scepter sways,
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise.
Verse 5
Crown him, the Lord of years!
The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime!
Matthew Bridges, “Crown Him with Many Crowns”
Matthew Bridges·Modern
Verse 1
Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark, how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own:
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
Verse 2
Crown Him the Lord of love:
Behold His hands and side,
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified:
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye
At mysteries so bright.
Verse 3
Crown Him the Lord of peace;
Whose power a sceptre sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
Absorbed in prayer and praise:
His reign shall know no end;
And round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Verse 4
Crown Him the Lord of years,
The Potentate of time;
Creator of the rolling spheres,
Ineffably sublime:
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail
Throughout eternity.
Matthew Bridges, “Crown Him with Many Crowns”
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
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.
Philip Doddridge, “Do Not I Love Thee, Oh, My Lord?”
Elisha A. Hoffman·Modern
Verse 1
Down at the cross where my Savior died.
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried;
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to his name.
Refrain
Glory to his name,
Glory to his name,
There to my heart was the blood applied,
Glory to his name.
Verse 2
I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where he took me in;
Glory to his name.
Verse 3
Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad, I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to his name.
Verse 4
Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
Plunge in to-day and be made complete;
Glory to his name.
Elisha A. Hoffman, “Down at the Cross Where My Savior Died.”
Johann Scheffler·Post-Reformation
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.
Johann Scheffler, “Earth Has Nothing Sweet or Fair”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Fade, fade, each earthly joy,
Jesus is mine:
Break ev’ry mortal tie;
Jesus is mine.
Dark is the wilderness,
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 2
Tempt not my soul away:
Jesus is mine:
Here would I ever stay;
Jesus is mine:
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day!
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 3
Farewell, ye dreams of night!
Jesus is mine:
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine:
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied;
Jesus is mine.
Verse 4
Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, ye scenes of rest!
Welcome, ye mansions blest!
Welcome a Savior’s breast;
Jesus is mine.
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Fade, fade, each earthly joy,
Jesus is mine:
Break ev’ry mortal tie;
Jesus is mine.
Dark is the wilderness,
Distant the resting-place;
Jesus alone can bless,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 2
Tempt not my soul away:
Jesus is mine:
Here would I ever stay;
Jesus is mine:
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day!
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine.
Verse 3
Farewell, ye dreams of night!
Jesus is mine:
Mine is a dawning bright,
Jesus is mine:
All that my soul has tried,
Left but a dismal void;
Jesus has satisfied;
Jesus is mine.
Verse 4
Farewell, mortality!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, eternity!
Jesus is mine:
Welcome, ye scenes of rest!
Welcome, ye mansions blest!
Welcome a Savior’s breast;
Jesus is mine.
Horatius Bonar, “Fade, Fade, Each Earthly Joy”
Anonymous (German); tr. Anonymous, 1850·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Fairest Lord Jesus,
Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son;
Thee will I cherish,
Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul’s Glory, Joy, and Crown.
Verse 2
Fair are the meadows,
Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring:
Jesus is fairer,
Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Verse 3
Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling, starry host:
Jesus shines brighter,
Jesus shines purer,
Than all the angels heaven can boast.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts, “From All That Dwell Below the Skies”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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 3
Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing:
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Savior’s name.
Verse 4
In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And till the world with loudest praise.
Isaac Watts, “From All That Dwell Below the Skies”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Give to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all His ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
Verse 2
Give to the Lord of lords renown;
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.
Verse 3
He built the earth, He spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
Verse 4
He fills the sun with morning light;
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When suns and moons shall shine no more.
Verse 5
He sent His Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Wonders of grace to God belong;
Repeat His mercies in your song.
Verse 6
Through this vain world He guides our feet,
And leads us to His heavenly seat:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
Isaac Watts, “Give to Our God Immortal Praise”
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the
Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end,
world without end.
Amen.
Verse 1
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.
James Allen·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Glory to God on high!
Let praises fill the sky;
Praise ye His Name:
Angels His Name adore,
Who all our sorrows bore,
And saints cry evermore,
“Worthy the Lamb!”
Verse 2
All they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His Name:
We who have felt His blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Spread His dear Name abroad;
Worthy the Lamb!
Verse 3
Join all the human race
Our Lord and God to bless,
Praise ye His Name:
In Him we will rejoice,
Making a cheerful noise,
And say with heart and voice,
“Worthy the Lamb!”
Verse 4
Though we must change our place,
Our souls shall never cease
Praising His Name:
To Him we’ll tribute bring,
Laud Him, our gracious King,
And, without ceasing, sing,
“Worthy the Lamb!”
James Allen·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Glory to God on high!
Let praises fill the sky;
Praise ye His Name:
Angels His Name adore,
Who all our sorrows bore,
And saints cry evermore,
“Worthy the Lamb!”
Verse 2
All they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His Name:
We who have felt His blood
Sealing our peace with God,
Spread His dear Name abroad;
Worthy the Lamb!
Verse 3
Join all the human race
Our Lord and God to bless,
Praise ye His Name:
In Him we will rejoice,
Making a cheerful noise,
And say with heart and voice,
“Worthy the Lamb!”
Verse 4
Though we must change our place,
Our souls shall never cease
Praising His Name:
To Him we’ll tribute bring,
Laud Him, our gracious King,
And, without ceasing, sing,
“Worthy the Lamb!”
John Bowring·Modern
Verse 1
God is Love; His mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.
Verse 2
Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But His mercy waneth never:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.
Verse 3
E’en the hour that darkest seemeth
Will His changeless goodness prove;
From the mist His brightness streameth:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.
Verse 4
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere His glory shineth:
God is Wisdom, God is Love.
Richard Mant·Modern
Verse 1
God, my King, Thy might confessing,
Ever will I bless Thy Name;
Day by day Thy throne addressing,
Still will I Thy praise proclaim.
Verse 2
Honor great our God befitteth;
Who His majesty can reach?
Age to age His works transmitteth,
Age to age His power shall teach.
Verse 3
They shall talk of all Thy glory,
On Thy might and greatness dwell,
Speak of Thy dread acts the story,
And Thy deeds of wonder tell.
Verse 4
Nor shall fail from memory’s treasure
Works by love and mercy wrought;
Works of love surpassing measure,
Works of mercy passing thought.
Verse 5
Full of kindness and compassion,
Slow to anger, vast in love,
God is good to all creation;
All His works His goodness prove.
Verse 6
All Thy works, O Lord, shall bless Thee;
Thee shall all Thy saints adore:
King supreme shall they confess Thee,
And proclaim Thy sovereign power.
Richard Mant, “God, My King, Thy Might Confessing”
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
God of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face;
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,
Fill Thy Church with light Divine;
And Thy saving health extend
Unto earth’s remotest end.
Verse 2
Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing,
Glory to their Saviour King;
At Thy feet their tributes pay,
And Thy holy will obey.
Verse 3
Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessing give,
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy, and light, and love.
Henry F. Lyte, “God of Mercy, God of Grace”
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
God of my life! through all my days
My grateful powers shall sound my praise;
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.
Verse 2
When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.
Verse 3
When death o’er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail,
Joy thro’ my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
Verse 4
Soon shall I learn th’ exalted strains,
Which echo o’er the heavenly plains,
And emulate, with joy unknown,
The growing seraphs round thy throne.
Philip Doddridge, “God of My Life! Through All My Days”
John Keble·Modern
Verse 1
God, the Lord, a King remaineth,
Robed in His own glorious light;
God hath robed Him, and He reigneth;
He hath girded Him with might.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
God is King in depth and height.
Verse 2
In her everlasting station
Earth is poised, to swerve no more:
Thou hast laid Thy throne’s foundation,
From all time where thought can soar.
Alleluia!
Lord, Thou art for evermore.
Verse 3
Lord, the water-floods have lifted,
Ocean floods have lift their roar;
Now they pause where they have drifted,
Now they burst upon the shore.
Alleluia!
For the ocean’s sounding store.
Verse 4
With all tones of waters blending,
Glorious is the breaking deep;
Glorious, beauteous without ending,
God who reigns on heaven’s high steep.
Alleluia!
Songs of ocean never sleep.
Verse 5
Lord, the words Thy lips are telling
Are the perfect verity:
Of Thine high eternal dwelling
Holiness shall inmate be.
Alleluia!
Pure is all that lives with Thee.
John Keble, “God, the Lord, a King Remaineth”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow
And pay their praise to Thee.
Verse 2
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.
Verse 3
Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there’s nothing old appears;
Great God, there’s nothing new.
Verse 4
Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While Thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.
Verse 5
Great God, how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee.
Anonymous
Verse 1
Hail! great Creator, wise and good!
To thee our songs we raise;
Nature, through all her various scenes,
Invites us to thy praise.
Verse 2
At morning, noon, and evening mild,
Fresh wonders strike our view;
And, while we gaze, our hearts exult
With transports ever new.
Verse 3
Thy glory beams in every star,
Which gilds the gloom of night;
And decks the smiling face of morn
With rays of cheerful light.
Verse 4
And while, in all thy wondrous ways,
Thy varied love we see;
Oh, may our hearts, great God, be led
Through all thy works to thee.
Anonymous, “Hail! Great Creator, Wise and Good!”
John Bakewell, 1757, enlarged in M. Madan's Coll. 1760: alt. A. M. Toplady, 1776·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Hail, Thou once despised Jesus,
Hail, Thou Galilean King!
Thou didst suffer to release us:
Thou didst free salvation bring.
Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favor:
Life is given through Thy Name.
Verse 2
Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on Thee laid;
By Almighty Love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made:
All Thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made ‘twixt man and God.
Verse 3
Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide;
All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father’s side:
There for sinners Thou art pleading;
There Thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
Verse 4
Worship, honor, power, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive:
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give.
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour’s merits,
Help to chant Emmanuel’s praise.
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Hail to the Lord’s Anointed,
Great David’s greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
Verse 2
He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth;
Before Him on the mountains
Shall peace, the herald, go,
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
Verse 3
Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion
O’er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle’s pinion
Or dove’s light wing can soar.
Verse 4
For Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end:
The mountain dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.
Verse 5
O’er every foe victorious,
He on His throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All blessing and all-blest:
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His Name shall stand for ever,—
That Name to us is Love.
Anonymous
Verse 1
Hallelujah! song of gladness;
Song of everlasting joy;
Hallelujah! song the sweetest
That can angel hosts employ.
Refrain
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord! sing Hallelujah!
Praise ye the Lord!
Verse 2
Hallelujah! Church victorious,
Thou mayst lift this joyful strain;
Hallelujah! songs of triumph,
Well befit the ransomed train.
Verse 3
Hallelujah! let our voices
Rise to heav’n with full accord;
Hallelujah! ev’ry moment
Brings us nearer to the Lord.
Verse 4
But our earnest supplication,
Holy God, we raise to thee;
Bring us to thy blissful presence.
Let us all thy glory see.
Anonymous, “Hallelujah! Song of Gladness”
Thomas Kelly·Modern
Verse 1
Hark! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love;
See, He sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.
Verse 2
King of glory, reign for ever,
Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing from Thy love shall sever
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own,
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.
Verse 3
Saviour, hasten Thine appearing;
Bring, O bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away:
Then, with golden harps, we’ll sing,
“Glory, glory to our King!”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Hark! the song of Jubilee,
Loud as mighty thunders roar,
Or the fulness of the sea
When it breaks upon the shore:
Alleluia! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign;
Alleluia! let the word echo round the earth and main.
Verse 2
Alleluia! Hark, the sound,
From the depths unto the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation’s harmonies:
See Jehovah’s banner furled, sheathed His sword; He speaks—‘tis done!
And the kingdoms of this world are the kingdoms of His Son.
Verse 3
He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable sway;
He shall reign, when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have passed away;
Then the end: beneath His rod man’s last enemy shall fall;
Alleluia! Christ in God, God in Christ, is All in all.
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Head of Thy Church triumphant,
We joyfully adore Thee;
Till Thou appear, Thy members here
Shall sing like those in glory:
We lift our hearts and voices
With blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, And give to God
The praise of our salvation.
Verse 2
While in affliction’s furnace,
And passing through the fire,
Thy love we praise
Which knows our days,
And ever brings us nigher:
We lift our hands exulting
In Thine almighty favor,
The love Divine
Which made us Thine
Shall keep us Thine for ever.
Verse 3
Thou dost conduct Thy people
Through torrents of temptation;
Nor will we fear,
While Thou art near,
The fire of tribulation:
The world, with sin and Satan,
In vain our march opposes;
Through Thee we shall
Break through them all,
And sing the song of Moses.
Verse 4
By faith we see the glory
To which Thou shalt restore us,
The cross despise
For that high prize
Which Thou hast set before us:
And if Thou count us worthy,
We each, as dying Stephen,
Shall see Thee stand
At God’s right hand
To take us up to heaven.
Charles Wesley, “Head of Thy Church Triumphant”
Godfrey Thring·Modern
Verse 1
Hear us, Thou that brooded’st o’er the watery deep,
Waking all creation from its primal sleep;
Holy Spirit, breathing Breath of life Divine,
Breathe into our spirits, blending them with Thine.
Light and Life Immortal, Hear us as we raise
Hearts, as well as voices, Mingling prayer and praise.
Verse 2
When the sun ariseth
In a cloudless sky,
May we feel Thy presence,
Holy Spirit, nigh;
Shed Thy radiance o’er us,
Keep it cloudless still,
Through the day before us,
Perfecting Thy will.
Light and Life Immortal, etc.
Verse 3
When the fight is fiercest
In the noontide heat,
Bear us, Holy Spirit,
To our Saviour’s feet;
There to find a refuge
Till our work is done,
There to fight the battle
Till the battle’s won.
Light and Life Immortal, etc.
Verse 4
If the day be falling
Sadly as it goes,
Slowly in its sadness
Sinking to its close,
May Thy love in mercy
Kindling, ere it die,
Cast a ray of glory
O’er our evening sky.
Light and Life Immortal, etc.
Verse 5
Morning, noon, and evening,
Whensoe’er it be,
Grant us, gracious Spirit,
Quickening life in Thee;
Life that gives us, living,
Life of heavenly love;
Life that brings us, dying,
Life from heaven above.
Light and Life Immortal, etc.
Godfrey Thring, “Hear Us, Thou That Brooded'st O'er the Watery Deep”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
High in the heavens, Eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud
That veils and darkens Thy designs.
Verse 2
For ever firm Thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
Verse 3
Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast Thy bounty share;
The whole creation is Thy charge,
But saints are Thy peculiar care.
Verse 4
My God, how excellent Thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort spring!
The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of Thy wing.
Verse 5
From the provisions of Thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.
Verse 6
Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in Thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in Thy word.
Isaac Watts, “High in the Heavens, Eternal God”
Verse 1
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!
God over all and blest eternally.
Verse 2
Holy, holy, holy! all saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Who wast, and art, and evermore shall be.
Verse 3
Holy, holy, holy! tho’ the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see;
Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee;
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Verse 4
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God over all, and blest eternally.
Reginald Heber·Modern
Verse 1
Hosanna to the living Lord!
Hosanna to the Incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing!
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
Verse 2
Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply;
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound:
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
Verse 3
O Saviour, with protecting care,
Return to this Thy house of prayer;
Assembled in Thy sacred Name,
Where we Thy parting promise claim:
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
Verse 4
But, chiefest, in our cleansèd breast,
Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee:
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
Verse 5
So, in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again:
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
John Newton·Post-Reformation
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.
John Newton, “How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds”
John Newton·Post-Reformation
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.
John Newton, “How Tedious and Tasteless the Hours”
Verse 1
I have found a friend in Jesus, he’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.
In sorrow he’s my comfort, in trouble he’s my stay,
He tells me ev’ry care on him to roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
Verse 2
He all my griefs has taken, and all my sorrows borne;
In temptation he’s my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart, and now he keeps me by his power.
Tho’ all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Thro’ Jesus I shall safely reach the goal.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
Verse 3
He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do his blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear,
With his manna he my hungry soul shall fill.
Then sweeping up to glory to see his blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
He’s the Lily of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
L. Hartsough·Modern
Verse 1
I hear thy welcome voice
That calls me, Lord, to thee
For cleansing in thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.
Refrain
I am coming, Lord!
Coming now to thee!
Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood
That flowed on Calvary.
Verse 2
Tho’ coming weak and vile,
Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.
Verse 3
’Tis Jesus calls me on
To perfect faith and love,
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.
Verse 4
’Tis Jesus who confirms
The blessed work within,
By adding grace to welcomed grace,
Where reigned the power of sin.
Verse 5
And he the witness gives
To loyal hearts and free,
That every promise is fulfilled,
If faith but brings the plea.
Verse 6
All hail, atoning blood!
All hail, redeeming grace!
All hail, the gift of Christ, our Lord,
Our strength and righteousness!
L. Hartsough, “I Hear Thy Welcome Voice”
Annie S. Hawks·Modern
Verse 1
I need thee ev’ry hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace afford.
Refrain
I need thee, oh, I need thee,
Ev’ry hour I need thee;
Oh, bless me now, my Savior
I come to thee.
Verse 2
I need thee ev’ry hour;
Stay thou near by;
Temptations lose their power
When thou art nigh.
Verse 3
I need thee ev’ry hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.
Verse 4
I need thee ev’ry hour;
Teach me thy will;
And thy rich promises
In me fulfill.
Verse 5
I need thee ev’ry hour,
Most Holy One;
Oh, make me thine indeed,
Thou blessed Son.
Annie S. Hawks, “I Need Thee Ev'ry Hour”
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
And in that day thou shalt say, O Lord, I will praise thee: though thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and thou comfortedst me.
Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.
Therefore with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation.
And in that day shall ye say, Praise the Lord, call upon his name, declare his doings among the people, make mention that his name is exalted.
Sing unto the Lord; for he hath done excellent things:
This is known in all the earth.
Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion:
For great is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of thee.
John Mason·Post-Reformation
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.
John Mason·Post-Reformation
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.
Joseph Grigg·Post-Reformation
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!
Joseph Grigg·Post-Reformation
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!
Ray Palmer·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus! my heart within me burns,
To tell thee all its conscious love;
And from earth’s low delight it turns,
To taste a joy like that above.
Verse 2
When thou to me dost condescend,
In love divine, thou blessed One,
The moments that with thee I spend,
Seem e’en as Heaven itself begun.
Verse 3
Though oft these lips my love have told,
They still the story would repeat;
To me the rapture ne’er grows old,
That thrills me, bending at thy feet.
Verse 4
I breathe my words into thine ear;
I seem to fix mine eyes on thine;
And sure that thou dost wait to hear,
I dare in faith to call thee mine.
Verse 5
Reign thou sole Sovereign of my heart;
My all I yield to thy control;
Oh! let me never from thee part,
Thou best Beloved of my soul!
Ray Palmer, “Jesus! My Heart Within Me Burns”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
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.
Charles Wesley, “Jesus, My Truth, My Way”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus shall reign where-e’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Verse 2
For Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
His Name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
Verse 3
People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His Name.
Verse 4
Blessings abound where’er He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Verse 5
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King,
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus shall reign where-e’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Verse 2
From north to south the princes meet
To pay their homage at His feet;
While western empires own their Lord,
And savage tribes attend His word.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus shall reign where-e’er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom spread from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Verse 2
From north to south the princes meet
To pay their homage at His feet;
While western empires own their Lord,
And savage tribes attend His word.
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, Sun and Shield art Thou;
Sun and Shield for ever:
Never canst Thou cease to shine,
Cease to guard us never.
Cheer our steps as on we go,
Come between us and the foe.
Verse 2
Jesus, Bread and Wine art Thou,
Wine and Bread for ever:
Never canst Thou cease to feed,
Or refresh us never.
Feed we still on Bread Divine,
Drink we still this heavenly Wine.
Verse 3
Jesus, Love and Life art Thou,
Life and Love for ever:
Ne’er to quicken shalt Thou cease,
Or to love us never.
All of life and love we need
Is in Thee, in Thee indeed.
Verse 4
Jesus, Peace and Joy art Thou,
Joy and Peace for ever:
Joy that fades not, changes not,
Peace that leaves us never.
Joy and peace we have in Thee,
Now and through eternity.
Verse 5
Jesus, Song and Strength art Thou,
Strength and Song for ever:
Strength that never can decay,
Song that ceaseth never.
Still to us this strength and song
Through eternal days prolong.
Horatius Bonar, “Jesus, Sun and Shield Art Thou”
Verse 1
Jesus, the very tho’t of thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far thy face to see,
And in thy presence rest.
Verse 2
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the mem’ry find
A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
O Savior of mankind!
Verse 3
Oh, hope of ev’ry contrite heart!
Oh, joy of all the meek!
To those who fall, how kind thou art!
How good to those who seek.
Verse 4
And those who find thee, find a bliss
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but his loved ones know.
Verse 5
Jesus! our only joy be thou,
As thou our prize wilt be;
Jesus! be thou our glory now,
And through eternity.
Bernard of Clairvaux; tr. Edward Caswall, 1849·Medieval
Verse 1
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
Verse 2
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind.
Verse 3
O Hope of every contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!
Verse 4
But what to those who find? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show:
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but His loved ones know.
Verse 5
Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity.
Bernard of Clairvaux·Medieval
Verse 1
Jesus, the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
Verse 2
Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find,
A sweeter sound than Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind.
Verse 3
O Hope of every contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
How good to those who seek!
Verse 4
But what to those who find? Ah, this
Nor tongue nor pen can show:
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but His loved ones know.
Verse 5
Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our Glory now,
And through eternity.
James G. Deck·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, Thy Name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord:
O Thou art all to me;
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.
Verse 2
Thou, blessed Son of God,
Hast bought me with Thy blood,
Jesus, my Lord:
O how great is Thy love,
All other loves above,
Love that I daily prove,
Jesus, my Lord.
Verse 3
When unto Thee I flee,
Thou wilt my Refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord:
What need I now to fear,
What earthly grief or care,
Since Thou art ever near?
Jesus, my Lord.
Verse 4
Soon Thou wilt come again;
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord:
Then Thine own face I’ll see,
Then I shall like Thee be,
Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.
James G. Deck, “Jesus, Thy Name I Love”
James G. Deck·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, thy name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord!
Oh, thou art all to me!
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
Verse 2
When unto thee I flee,
Thou wilt my refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord!
What need I now to fear?
What earthly grief or care,
Since thou art ever near,
Jesus, my Lord!
Verse 3
Soon thou wilt come again!
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord!
Then thine own face I’ll see,
Then I shall like thee be,
Then evermore with thee,
Jesus, my Lord!
James G. Deck, “Jesus, Thy Name I Love”
James G. Deck·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, Thy Name I love,
All other names above,
Jesus, my Lord:
O Thou art all to me;
Nothing to please I see,
Nothing apart from Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.
Verse 2
Thou, blessed Son of God,
Hast bought me with Thy blood,
Jesus, my Lord:
O how great is Thy love,
All other loves above,
Love that I daily prove,
Jesus, my Lord.
Verse 3
When unto Thee I flee,
Thou wilt my Refuge be,
Jesus, my Lord:
What need I now to fear,
What earthly grief or care,
Since Thou art ever near?
Jesus, my Lord.
Verse 4
Soon Thou wilt come again;
I shall be happy then,
Jesus, my Lord:
Then Thine own face I’ll see,
Then I shall like Thee be,
Then evermore with Thee,
Jesus, my Lord.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Behold, God is great, and we know him not, neither can the number of his years be searched out.
For he maketh small the drops of water: they pour down rain according to the vapour thereof:
Which the clouds do drop and distil upon man abundantly.
Also can any understand the spreadings of the clouds, or the noise of his tabernacle?
Behold, he spreadeth his light upon it, and covereth the bottom of the sea.
For by them judgeth he the people; he giveth meat in abundance.
With clouds he covereth the light; and commanded it not to shine by the cloud that cometh betwixt.
And now men see not the bright light which is in the clouds: but the wind passeth, and cleanseth them.
Fair weather cometh out of the north: with God is terrible majesty.
Touching the Almighty, we cannot find him out:
He is excellent in power, and in judgment, and in plenty of justice: he will not afflict.
Men do therefore fear him: he respecteth not any that are wise of heart.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous names and powers rehearse;
His honors shall enrich your verse.
Verse 2
He shakes the heavens with loud alarms;
How terrible is God in arms!
In Israel are His mercies known;
Israel is His peculiar throne.
Verse 3
Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest;
He’s your Defence, your Joy, your Rest:
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the Strength of every saint.
Isaac Watts, “Kingdoms and Thrones to God Belong”
John Milton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Verse 2
Let us blaze His Name abroad,
For of gods He is the God:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Verse 3
He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Verse 4
All things living He doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Verse 5
He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Verse 6
He hath with a piteous eye
Looked upon our misery:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Verse 7
Let us therefore warble forth
His high majesty and worth:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
John Milton, “Let Us with a Gladsome Mind”
M. E. Servoss·Modern
Verse 1
Lift up the Gates of Praise,
That we may enter in,
And o’er salvation’s walls proclaim
That Christ redeems from sin.
Refrain
The stars may praise the hand
That decks the sky above,
But man alone can tell the pow’r
Of Christ’s redeeming love.
Verse 2
God’s works reveal his might,
His majesty and grace;
But not the tender Father’s love
That saves a dying race.
Verse 3
Then let the voice of praise
To heavenly courts ascend,
Till with the songs the angels sing
Our hallelujahs blend.
Verse 4
To him that hath redeemed
Our souls from sin’s dark maze;
The Hope and Savior of mankind,
Be everlasting praise.
M. E. Servoss, “Lift Up the Gates of Praise”
Ralph Wardlaw·Modern
Verse 1
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose breath our souls inspired;
Loud, and more loud the anthem raise,
With grateful ardor fired.
Verse 2
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
Whose goodness, passing thought,
Loads every minute as it flies,
With benefits unsought.
Verse 3
Lift up to God the voice of praise
From whom salvation flows,
Who sent his Son, our souls to save
From everlasting woes.
Verse 4
Lift up to God the voice of praise,
For hope’s transporting ray,
Which lights, through darkest shades of death,
To realms of endless day.
Ralph Wardlaw, “Lift Up to God the Voice of Praise”
Gerhard Tersteegen, 1729; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Lo! God is here: let us adore,
And own how dreadful is this place;
Let all within us feel His power,
And humbly bow before His face.
Verse 2
Lo! God is here, whom day and night
United choirs of angels praise;
To Him, enthroned above all height,
The host of heaven their anthems raise.
Verse 3
Almighty Father, may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill;
Still may we stand before Thy face,
Still hear and do Thy sovereign will.
Verse 4
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom earth and heaven adore,
From men and from the angel-host
Be praise and glory evermore.
Thomas Kelly·Modern
Verse 1
Look, ye saints; the sight is glorious:
See the Man of Sorrows, now;
From the fight returned victorious,
Every knee to Him shall bow:
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crowns become the Victor’s brow.
Verse 2
Crown the Saviour, angels, crown Him;
Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings:
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Crown the Saviour King of kings.
Verse 3
Sinners in derision crowned Him,
Mocking thus the Saviour’s claim;
Saints and angels crowd around Him,
Own His title, praise His Name:
Crown Him! Crown Him!
Spread abroad the Victor’s fame.
Verse 4
Hark, those bursts of acclamation!
Hark, those loud triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
O what joy the sight affords:
Crown Him! Crown Him!
King of kings, and Lord of lords.
Oliver Wendell Holmes·Modern
Verse 1
Lord of all being, throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Centre and soul of every sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
Verse 2
Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope, Thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
Verse 3
Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch, Thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine.
Verse 4
Lord of all life, below, above,
Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love,
Before Thy ever-blazing throne
We ask no lustre of our own.
Verse 5
Grant us Thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burn for Thee;
Till all Thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, “Lord of All Being, Throned Afar”
Oliver Wendell Holmes·Modern
Verse 1
Lord of all being! throned afar,
Thy glory flames from sun and star;
Center and soul of ev’ry sphere,
Yet to each loving heart how near!
Verse 2
Sun of our life! thy quick’ning ray
Sheds on our path the glow of day;
Star of our hope! thy softened light
Cheers the long watches of the night.
Verse 3
Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy’s sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine.
Verse 4
Grant us thy truth to make us free,
And kindling hearts that burnt for thee,
Till all thy living altars claim
One holy light, one heavenly flame.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, “Lord of All Being! Throned Afar”
Thomas H. Gill·Modern
Verse 1
Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place
In every generation;
Thy people still have known Thy grace,
And blessed Thy consolation:
Through every age Thou heard’st our cry;
Through every age we found Thee nigh,
Our Strength and our Salvation.
Verse 2
Our cleaving sins we oft have wept,
And oft Thy patience provèd;
But still Thy faith we fast have kept,
Thy Name we still have lovèd;
And Thou hast kept and loved us well,
Hast granted us in Thee to dwell,
Unshaken, unremovèd.
Verse 3
No, nothing from those arms of love
Shall Thine own people sever;
Our Helper never will remove,
Our God will fail us never.
Thy people, Lord, have dwelt in Thee,
Our dwelling-place Thou still wilt be
For ever and for ever.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
Verse 2
My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.
Verse 3
Within Thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find Thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
Verse 4
Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent, what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
Verse 5
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.
Isaac Watts, “Lord, Thou Hast Searched and Seen Me Through”
Francis S. Key·Modern
Verse 1
Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pardoning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
Verse 2
Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away:
Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the blood-stained cross appear.
Verse 3
Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express:
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless:
Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure,
Love’s pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.
Francis S. Key, “Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee”
Samuel Stennett·Post-Reformation
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.
Samuel Stennett, “Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned”
Robert Robinson·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Mighty God, while angels bless Thee,
May a mortal sing Thy Name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature’s theme.
Alleluia! Amen.
Verse 2
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and lawful praise.
Alleluia! Amen.
Verse 3
For the grandeur of Thy nature—
Grand beyond a seraph’s thought;
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought.
Alleluia! Amen.
Verse 4
But Thy rich, Thy free redemption,
Dark through brightness all along,—
Thought is poor, and poor expression,
Who dare sing that awful song?
Alleluia! Amen.
Verse 5
Brightness of the Father’s glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.
Alleluia! Amen.
Verse 6
From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives,—
Flow my praise, for ever flow.
Alleluia! Amen.
Verse 7
Go, return, Immortal Saviour,
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne,
Thence return, and reign for ever,
Be the kingdom all Thine own.
Alleluia! Amen.
Robert Robinson, “Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee”
Elizabeth P. Prentiss·Modern
Verse 1
More love to thee, O Christ,
More love to thee!
Hear thou the prayer I make
On bended knee:
This is my earnest plea--
More love, O Christ, to thee!
More love to thee!
Verse 2
Once earthly joy I craved--
Sought peace and rest;
Now thee alone I seek:
Give what is best.
This all my prayer shall be--
More love, O Christ, to thee;
More love to thee!
Verse 3
Then shall my latest breath
Whisper thy praise;
This be the parting cry
My heart shall raise--
This still its prayer shall be,
More love, O Christ, to thee!
More love to thee!
Elizabeth P. Prentiss, “More Love to Thee, O Christ”
Ray Palmer·Modern
Verse 1
My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary;
Savior divine;
Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O, let me, from this day,
Be wholly thine.
Verse 2
May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart;
My zeal inspire;
As thou hast died for me,
Oh! may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire!
Verse 3
While life’s dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow’s tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From thee aside.
Verse 4
When ends life’s transient dream,
When death’s cold, sullen stream
Shall o’er me roll,
Blest Savior! then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh! bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul!
Ray Palmer, “My Faith Looks Up to Thee”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My God, how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.
Verse 2
Thou spread’st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours:
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
Verse 3
I yield my powers to Thy command,
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright!
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
Verse 2
How dread are Thine eternal years,
O Everlasting Lord,
By prostrate spirits, day and night,
Incessantly adored!
Verse 3
O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears.
Verse 4
Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art;
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
Verse 5
No earthly father loves like Thee,
No mother half so mild
Bears and forbears, as Thou hast done
With me, Thy sinful child.
Verse 6
Father of Jesus, love’s Reward!
What rapture will it be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee.
Frederick W. Faber, “My God, How Wonderful Thou Art”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts, “My God! My King! Thy Various Praise”
B. Francis·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I’ll proclaim:
And join with the armies above,
To shout his adorable name.
To gaze on his glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
Verse 2
He freely redeemed with his blood
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in his sweet presence to dwell:--
To shine with the angels in light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Savior, my King!
B. Francis, “My Gracious Redeemer I Love”
Edward Mote·Modern
Verse 1
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
Refrain
On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
Verse 2
When darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the vail.
Verse 3
His oath, his covenant, his blood,
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
Verse 4
When he shall come with trumpet sound.
O, may I then in him be found;
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
Edward Mote, “My Hope Is Built on Nothing Less”
William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My Savior, whom absent I love,
Whom, not having seen, I adore
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power,—
Dissolve thou these bands that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah! strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free!
Verse 2
When that happy era begins,
When arrayed in thy glories I shine,
Nor grieve any more, by my sins,
The bosom on which I recline,
Oh! then shall the veil be removed,
And round me thy brightness be poured!
I shall meet him, whom absent I loved,
I shall see, whom unseen I adored.
Verse 3
And then, nevermore shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on my blissful repose;
To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
Oh! bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne!
William Cowper, “My Savior, Whom Absent I Love”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
Verse 2
High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
Verse 3
His power subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
Verse 4
The pity of the Lord
To those that fear His Name
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
Verse 5
Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
Verse 6
But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Isaac Watts, “My Soul, Repeat His Praise”
O. Heigenbotham·Post-Reformation
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.
O. Heigenbotham, “My Soul Shall Praise Thee, O My God”
Sarah F. Adams·Modern
Verse 1
Nearer, my God, to thee,
Nearer to thee;
E’en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 2
Though like the wanderer
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Yet, in my dreams, I’d be
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 3
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou send’st to me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Verse 4
Or if, on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God! to thee,--
Nearer to thee.
Sarah F. Adams, “Nearer, My God, to Thee”
John Mason·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Now from the altar of my heart
Let incense-flames arise:
Assist me, Lord, to offer up
Mine evening sacrifice.
Verse 2
Awake, my love! awake, my joy!
Awake, my heart and tongue!
Sleep not: when mercies loudly call,
Break forth into a song.
Verse 3
This day God was my Sun and Shield,
My Keeper and my Guide;
His care was on my frailty shown,
His mercies multiplied.
Verse 4
Minutes and mercies multiplied
Have made up all this day:
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More fleet and free than they.
Verse 5
New time, new favor, and new joys
Do a new song require:
Till I shall praise thee as I would,
Accept my heart’s desire.
Verse 6
Lord of my time, whose hand hath set
New time upon my score,
Then shall I praise for all my time,
When time shall be no more.
John Mason, “Now From the Altar of My Heart”
Martin Rinkart; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Now thank we all our God
With heart and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done,
In whom His world rejoices;
Who, from our mothers’ arms,
Hath blessed us on our way
With countless gifts of love,
And still is ours to-day.
Verse 2
O may this bounteous God
Through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts
And blessed peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace,
And guide us when perplexed,
And free us from all ills
In this world and the next.
Verse 3
All praise and thanks to God,
The Father, now be given,
The Son, and Him who reigns
With them in highest heaven,
The One Eternal God,
Whom earth and heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts, “Now to the Lord, a Noble Song!”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O bless the Lord, my soul;
Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless His Name,
Whose favors are Divine.
Verse 2
O 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 makes thee young again.
Verse 4
He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He that redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.
Verse 5
He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for the oppressed.
Verse 6
His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world His truth and grace
By His belovèd Son.
Isaac Watts, “O Bless the Lord, My Soul”
Gregory the Great (c. 540-604); tr. Ray Palmer, 1858·Patristic
Verse 1
O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord,
Saviour of all who trust Thy word,
To them who seek Thee ever near,
Now to our praises bend Thine ear.
Verse 2
In Thy dear cross a grace is found—
It flows from every streaming wound—
Whose power our inbred sin controls,
Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.
Verse 3
Thou didst create the stars of night;
Yet Thou hast veiled in flesh Thy light,
Hast deigned a mortal form to wear,
A mortal’s painful lot to bear.
Verse 4
When Thou didst hang upon the tree,
The quaking earth acknowledged Thee;
When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath,
The world grew dark as shades of death.
Verse 5
Now in the Father’s glory high,
Great Conqueror, never more to die,
Us by Thy mighty power defend,
And reign through ages without end.
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O could I speak the matchless worth,
O could I sound the glories forth
Which in my Saviour shine,
I’d soar, and touch the heavenly 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, heavenly 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 my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face;
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity I’ll spend,
Triumphant in His grace.
Samuel Medley, “O Could I Speak the Matchless Worth”
Bernard of Clairvaux·Medieval
Verse 1
Of him who did salvation bring,
I could forever think and sing;
Arise, ye needy, he’ll relieve;
Arise, ye guilty, he’ll forgive.
Verse 2
Ask but his grace, and lo, ’tis given!
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven;
Though sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesus, thy balm will make me whole.
Verse 3
’Tis thee I love, for thee alone,
I shed my tears, and make my moan!
Where’er I am, where’er I move,
I meet the object of my love.
Verse 4
Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof?
Ah, who that loves can love enough?
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear 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 reigning sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
Verse 5
He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Charles Wesley, “O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My dear 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 reigning sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
Verse 5
He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive;
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Thomas Sternhold·Reformation
Verse 1
O God, my Strength and Fortitude,
Of force I must love Thee;
Thou art my Castle and Defence
In my necessity.
Verse 2
The Lord Jehovah is my God,
My Rock, my Strength, my Wealth;
My strong Deliverer, and my Trust,
My spirit’s only Health.
Verse 3
In my distress I sought my God,
I sought Jehovah’s face:
My cry before Him came; He heard
Out of His holy place.
Verse 4
The Lord descended from above
And bowed the heavens most high,
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.
Verse 5
On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
Verse 6
The voice of God did thunder high,
The lightnings answered keen,
The channels of the deep were bared,
The world’s foundations seen.
Verse 7
And so delivered He my soul:
Who is a rock but He?
He liveth—blessed be my Rock,
My God exalted be.
Thomas Sternhold, “O God, My Strength and Fortitude”
Edward H. Bickersteth·Modern
Verse 1
O God, the Rock of Ages,
Who evermore hast been,
What time the tempest rages,
Our dwelling-place serene:
Before Thy first creations,
O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations
The Everlasting Thou!
Verse 2
Our years are like the shadows
On sunny hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows
That blossom but to die;
A sleep, a dream, a story
By strangers quickly told,
An unremaining glory
Of things that soon are old.
Verse 3
O Thou, who canst not slumber,
Whose light grows never pale,
Teach us aright to number
Our years before they fail;
On us Thy mercy lighten,
On us Thy goodness rest,
And let Thy Spirit brighten
The hearts Thyself hast blessed.
Verse 4
Lord, crown our faith’s endeavor
With beauty and with grace,
Till, clothed in light for ever,
We see Thee face to face:
A joy no language measures;
A fountain brimming o’er;
An endless flow of pleasures;
An ocean without shore.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts, “Oh, Bless the Lord, My Soul!”
Nahum Tate·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King!
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation’s Rock we praise.
Verse 2
Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favors past;
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.
Verse 3
Oh, let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees, devoutly, all
Before the Lord, our Maker, fall.
Nahum Tate, “Oh, Come, Loud Anthems Let Us Sing”
Samuel Medley·Post-Reformation
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.
Samuel Medley, “Oh, Could I Speak the Matchless Worth”
William W. How·Modern
Verse 1
O heavenly Fount of light and love,
Adoring praise to Thee we pay;
Pour down, blest Spirit, from above
Fresh streams of grace this day.
Verse 2
Thou, o’er the Everlasting Son
Hovering with wings of living light,
Anointedst Israel’s Champion
To fight the awful fight.
Verse 3
At Pentecost Thou camest down,
As sound of rushing wind went by,
With tongues of heavenly fire to crown
That glorious company.
Verse 4
Thou on each new-born child of grace
Dost now in hidden power descend,
To strengthen for life’s weary race,
To comfort and defend.
Verse 5
Thou in each meek and lowly heart,
With streams of living waters bright,
Sweet Fount of strength and gladness art,
Fresh Spring of life and light.
Verse 6
Thee, Spirit blest, All-Holy One,
In songs of triumph we adore,
For, with the Father and the Son,
Thou reignest evermore.
William W. How, “O Heavenly Fount of Light and Love”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
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.
Charles Wesley, “Oh, for a Thousand Tongues, to Sing”
Tate-Brady·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.
Verse 2
Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast—but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
Verse 3
Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou return’st to set them free.
Let thy salvation visit me.
Andrew Reed·Modern
Verse 1
Oh, that I could forever dwell
Delighted at the Savior’s feet,
Behold the form I love so well,
And all his tender words repeat.
Verse 2
The world shut out from all my soul,
And heaven brought in with all its bliss,
Oh! is there aught, from pole to pole,
One moment to compare with this?
Verse 3
This is the hidden life I prize,
A life of penitential love,
When most my follies I despise,
And raise my highest thoughts above.
Verse 4
When all I am I clearly see,
And freely own with deepest shame;
When the Redeemer’s love to me
Kindles within a deathless flame.
Verse 5
Thus would I live till nature fail
And all my former sins forsake;
Then rise to God within the veil,
And of eternal joys partake.
Andrew Reed, “Oh, That I Could Forever Dwell”
Anonymous
Verse 1
Oh, when shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above?
And drink the flowing fountain
Of everlasting love?
When shall I be delivered
From this vain world of sin?
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
Verse 2
But now I am a soldier,
My Captain’s gone before;
He’s given me my orders,
And tells me not to fear;
And if I hold out faithful,
A crown of life he’ll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.
Verse 3
Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus
On wings of love I’ll fly!
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them all adieu;
And you, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
Verse 4
Oh! do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He’ll not forget to lend:
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request;
He’ll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
Anonymous, “Oh, When Shall I See Jesus”
Frederick W. Faber·Modern
Verse 1
O Jesus, Jesus, dearest Lord!
Forgive me, if I say,
For very love, thy sacred name
A thousand times a day.
Verse 2
I love thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
Verse 3
Oh, wonderful! that thou should’st let
So vile a heart as mine
Love thee with such a love as this,
And make so free with thine!
Verse 4
O Light in darkness, Joy in grief!
O Heaven begun on earth!
Jesus my Love, my Treasure! who
Can tell what thou art worth?
Verse 5
O Jesus, Jesus, sweetest Lord!
What art thou not to me?
Each hour brings joys before unknown,
Each day new liberty.
Frederick W. Faber, “O Jesus, Jesus, Dearest Lord!”
Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153); tr. Edward Caswall, 1849·Medieval
Verse 1
O Jesus, King most wonderful,
Thou Conqueror renowned,
Thou Sweetness most ineffable,
In whom all joys are found!
Verse 2
When once Thou visitest the heart,
Then truth begins to shine,
Then earthly vanities depart,
Then kindles love Divine.
Verse 3
O Jesus, Light of all below,
Thou Fount of life and fire,
Surpassing all the joys we know,
And all we can desire!
Verse 4
May every heart confess Thy Name,
And ever Thee adore,
And seeking Thee, itself inflame
To seek Thee more and more.
Verse 5
Thee may our tongues for ever bless;
Thee may we love alone;
And ever in our lives express
The image of Thine own.
Christopher Wordsworth·Modern
Verse 1
O Lord of heaven and earth and sea,
To Thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to Thee
Who givest all?
Verse 2
The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruit, Thy love declare;
Where harvests ripen, Thou art there
Who givest all.
Verse 3
For peaceful homes and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe Thee thankfulness and praise
Who givest all.
Verse 4
Thou didst not spare Thine only Son,
But gav’st Him for a world undone,
And freely with that Blessed One
Thou givest all.
Verse 5
Thou giv’st the Spirit’s holy dower,
Spirit of life and love and power,
And dost His sevenfold graces shower
Upon us all.
Verse 6
For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
Father, what can to Thee be given
Who givest all?
Verse 7
We lose what on ourselves we spend;
We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend
Who givest all.
Verse 8
Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee,
Repaid a thousand-fold will be;
Then gladly will we give to Thee
Who givest all.
Verse 9
To Thee, from whom we all derive
Our life, our gifts, our power to give,
O may we ever with Thee live
Who givest all.
Christopher Wordsworth, “O Lord of Heaven and Earth and Sea”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
O love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal, and yet ever new;
Uncomprehended and unbought,
Beyond all knowledge and all thought.
Verse 2
O love of God, how deep and great!
Far deeper than man’s deepest hate;
Self-fed, self-kindled like the light,
Changeless, eternal, infinite.
Verse 3
O heavenly love, how precious still,
In days of weariness and ill,
In nights of pain and helplessness,
To heal, to comfort, and to bless!
Verse 4
O wide-embracing, wondrous love!
We read Thee in the sky above,
We read Thee in the earth below,
In seas that swell, and streams that flow.
Verse 5
We read thee best in Him who came
To bear for us the cross of shame;
Sent by the Father from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.
Verse 6
We read Thy power to bless and save,
E’en in the darkness of the grave;
Still more in resurrection light,
We read the fulness of Thy might.
Verse 7
O love of God, our shield and stay
Through all the perils of our way!
Eternal love, in Thee we rest,
For ever safe, for ever blest.
John S. B. Monsell, 1863, 1873: verse 1, ll. 6, 8, alt.·Modern
Verse 1
On our way rejoicing,
As we homeward move,
Hearken to our praises,
O Thou God of love.
Is there grief or sadness?
Thou our Joy shalt be;
Is our sky beclouded?
There is light in Thee.
Verse 2
If with honest-hearted
Love for God and man,
Day by day Thou find us
Doing all we can,
Thou who giv’st the seed-time
Wilt give large increase,
Crown the head with blessings,
Fill the heart with peace.
Verse 3
On our way rejoicing
Gladly let us go;
Victor is our Leader,
Vanquished is the foe:
Christ without, our safety;
Christ within, our joy;
Who, if we be faithful,
Can our hope destroy?
Verse 4
Unto God the Father
Joyful songs we sing;
Unto God the Saviour
Thankful hearts we bring;
Unto God the Spirit
Bow we and adore,
On our way rejoicing
Ever, evermore.
Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O render thanks to God above,
The Fountain of eternal love,
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall for ever last.
Verse 2
Who can His mighty deeds express,
Not only vast but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
Verse 3
Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to Thy chosen dost afford;
When Thou return’st to set them free,
Let Thy salvation visit me.
Verse 4
O may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity,
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count Thy people’s triumph mine.
Verse 5
Let Israel’s God be ever blessed,
His Name eternally confessed:
Let all His saints, with one accord,
Sing loud Amens; praise ye the Lord.
Frances R. Havergal·Modern
Verse 1
O Saviour, precious Saviour,
Whom yet unseen we love,
O Name of might and favor,
All other names above;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord and King.
Verse 2
O Bringer of salvation,
Who wondrously hast wrought,
Thyself the revelation
Of love beyond our thought;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our gracious Lord and King.
Verse 3
In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
All grace and power Divine;
The glory that excelleth,
O Son of God, is Thine;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our glorious Lord and King.
Verse 4
O grant the consummation
Of this our song above,
In endless adoration,
And everlasting love;
Then shall we praise and bless Thee
Where perfect praises ring,
And evermore confess Thee
Our Saviour and our King.
Frances R. Havergal·Modern
Verse 1
O Saviour, precious Saviour,
Whom yet unseen we love,
O Name of might and favor,
All other names above;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord and King.
Verse 2
O Bringer of salvation,
Who wondrously hast wrought,
Thyself the revelation
Of love beyond our thought;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our gracious Lord and King.
Verse 3
In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
All grace and power Divine;
The glory that excelleth,
O Son of God, is Thine;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our glorious Lord and King.
Verse 4
O grant the consummation
Of this our song above,
In endless adoration,
And everlasting love;
Then shall we praise and bless Thee
Where perfect praises ring,
And evermore confess Thee
Our Saviour and our King.
Frances R. Havergal, “O Saviour, Precious Saviour”
Frances R. Havergal·Modern
Verse 1
O Saviour, precious Saviour,
Whom yet unseen we love,
O Name of might and favor,
All other names above;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord and King.
Verse 2
O Bringer of salvation,
Who wondrously hast wrought,
Thyself the revelation
Of love beyond our thought;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our gracious Lord and King.
Verse 3
In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
All grace and power Divine;
The glory that excelleth,
O Son of God, is Thine;
We worship Thee, we bless Thee,
To Thee alone we sing;
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our glorious Lord and King.
Verse 4
O grant the consummation
Of this our song above,
In endless adoration,
And everlasting love;
Then shall we praise and bless Thee
Where perfect praises ring,
And evermore confess Thee
Our Saviour and our King.
Joseph Swain·Post-Reformation
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.
Joseph Swain, “O Thou, in Whose Presence My Soul Takes Delight”
Harriet Auber·Modern
Verse 1
Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
His tender last farewell,
A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.
Verse 2
He came in semblance of a dove,
With sheltering wings outspread,
The holy balm of peace and love
On earth to shed.
Verse 3
He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious, willing Guest,
While He can find one humble heart
Wherein to rest.
Verse 4
And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,
That checks each thought, that calms each fear,
And speaks of heaven.
Verse 5
And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,
And every thought of holiness,
Are His alone.
Verse 6
Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness, pitying, see:
O make our hearts Thy dwelling-place,
And worthier Thee.
Harriet Auber, “Our Blest Redeemer, Ere He Breathed”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Our God, our Help in ages past,
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home:
Verse 2
Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
Verse 3
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
Verse 4
A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Verse 5
The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by Thy flood,
And lost in following years.
Verse 6
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
Verse 7
Our God, our Help in ages past;
Our Hope for years to come;
Be Thou our Guard while troubles last,
And our eternal Home.
Isaac Watts, “Our God, Our Help in Ages Past”
Robert Grant·Modern
Verse 1
O worship the King all glorious above,
O gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
Verse 2
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Verse 3
The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;
Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
Verse 4
Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air; it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain;
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Verse 5
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
Verse 6
O measureless Might! Ineffable Love!
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise.
Robert Grant·Modern
Verse 1
O worship the King all glorious above,
O gratefully sing His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
Verse 2
O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Verse 3
The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, Thy power hath founded of old;
Hath stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.
Verse 4
Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air; it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain;
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Verse 5
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
Verse 6
O measureless Might! Ineffable Love!
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise.
Robert Grant, “O Worship the King All Glorious Above”
Robert Grant·Modern
Verse 1
O worship the King, all-glorious above,
And gratefully sing his wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor and girdled with praise.
Verse 2
Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.
Verse 3
Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies, how tender! how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
Verse 4
Our Father and God, how faithful thy love!
While angels delight to hymn thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays.
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
Thomas Ken·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Thomas Ken, “Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow”
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates:
All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,
And find, through Christ, salvation there.
Verse 2
Our spirits faint; our sins prevail;
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail:
O Thou that hearest prayer, descend,
And still be found the sinner’s Friend.
Verse 3
How blest are Thy saints! how safely led,
How surely kept, how richly fed!
Saviour of all in earth and sea,
How happy they who rest in Thee!
Verse 4
Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills;
Evening and morning hymn Thy praise,
And earth Thy bounty wide displays.
Verse 5
The year is with Thy goodness crowned;
Thy clouds drop wealth the world around;
Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing,
And nature smiles, and owns her King.
Verse 6
Lord, on our souls Thine influence pour:
The moral waste within restore:
O let Thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee.
Henry F. Lyte, “Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion Waits”
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who, like me, His praise should sing?
Praise Him, praise Him,
Praise the Everlasting King.
Verse 2
Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Praise Him, praise Him,
Glorious in His faithfulness.
Verse 3
Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes;
Praise Him, praise Him,
Widely as His mercy goes.
Verse 4
Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him, praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace.
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Praise, my soul, the King of heaven,
To His feet thy tribute bring;
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who, like me, His praise should sing?
Praise Him, praise Him,
Praise the Everlasting King.
Verse 2
Praise Him for His grace and favor
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Praise Him, praise Him,
Glorious in His faithfulness.
Verse 3
Father-like, He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes;
Praise Him, praise Him,
Widely as His mercy goes.
Verse 4
Angels, help us to adore Him;
Ye behold Him face to face;
Sun and moon, bow down before Him,
Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him, praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace.
Henry F. Lyte, “Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven”
Henry F. Lyte·Modern
Verse 1
Praise the Lord, His glories show,
Saints within His courts below,
Angels round His throne above,
All that see and share His love:
Earth to heaven, and heaven to earth,
Tell His wonders, sing His worth:
Age to age, and shore to shore,
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore.
Verse 2
Praise the Lord, His mercies trace;
Praise His providence and grace,
All that He for man hath done,
All He sends us through His Son:
Strings and voices, hands and hearts,
In the concert bear your parts;
All that breathe, your Lord adore,
Praise Him, praise Him, evermore.
Henry F. Lyte, “Praise the Lord, His Glories Show”
John Kempthorne·Modern
Verse 1
Praise the Lord, ye heavens! adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height!
Sun and moon! rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
Verse 2
Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws, which never shall be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
Verse 3
Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Verse 4
Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high! his power proclaim
Heaven and earth, and all creation!
Laud and magnify his name.
John Kempthorne, “Praise the Lord, Ye Heavens! Adore Him”
Verse 1
Praise the Lord: ye heavens adore Him;
Praise Him, angels, in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before Him;
Praise Him, all ye stars and light.
Praise the Lord, for He hath spoken;
Worlds His mighty voice obeyed;
Laws which never shall be broken
For their guidance hath He made.
Verse 2
Praise the Lord, for He is glorious;
Never shall His promise fail:
God hath made His saints victorious;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high, His power proclaim;
Heaven and earth and all creation,
Laud and magnify His Name.
Verse 3
Worship, honor, glory, blessing,
Lord, we offer unto Thee;
Young and old, Thy praise expressing,
In glad homage bend the knee.
All the saints in heaven adore Thee;
We would bow before Thy throne:
As Thine angels serve before Thee,
So on earth Thy will be done.
J. W. Fawcett
Verse 1
Praise to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise to thee from ev’ry tongue;
Join, my soul, with ev’ry creature,
Join the universal song.
Refrain
Glory to the Father and the Son,
Glory to the Spirit! three in one!
Let us praise him, let us praise him, let us praise him to-day,
And sing his loving kindness on our way.
Verse 2
Father! source of all compassion!
Pure, unbounded grace is thine;
Hail the Lord of our salvation!
Praise him for his love divine.
Verse 3
For ten thousand blessings given,
For the hope of future joy,
Sound his praise thro’ earth and heaven,
Sound Jehovah’s praise on high.
Verse 4
Praise to God, our great Creator!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
Praise him, ev’ry living creature,
Earth and heav’n’s united host.
J. W. Fawcett, “Praise to Thee, Thou Great Creator!”
John H. Newman·Modern
Verse 1
Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise;
In all His words most wonderful,
Most sure in all His ways.
Verse 2
O loving wisdom of our God!
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.
Verse 3
O wisest love! that flesh and blood,
Which did in Adam fail,
Should strive afresh against their foe,
Should strive and should prevail;
Verse 4
And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God’s presence, and His very Self,
And essence all-Divine.
Verse 5
O generous love! that He, who smote
In Man for man the foe,
The double agony in Man
For man should undergo;
Verse 6
And in the garden secretly,
And on the cross on high,
Should teach His brethren, and inspire
To suffer and to die.
Verse 7
Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise;
In all His words most wonderful,
Most sure in all His ways.
John H. Newman, “Praise to the Holiest in the Height”
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Praise ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary
Praise him in the firmament of his power.
Praise him for his mighty acts:
Praise him according to his excellent greatness.
Praise him with the sound of the trumpet:
Praise him with the psaltery and harp.
Praise him with the timbrel and dance:
Praise him with stringed instruments and organs.
Praise him upon the loud cymbals:
Praise him upon the high sounding cymbals.
Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord.
Praise ye the Lord.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song, and his praise in the congregation of saints.
Let Israel rejoice in him that made him: let the children of Zion be joyful in their King.
Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.
For the Lord taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation.
Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds.
Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a twoedged sword in their hand;
To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people;
To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron;
To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the Lord.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Praise ye the Lord.
Praise the Lord, O my soul.
While I live will I praise the Lord:
I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.
Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.
His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.
Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God:
Which made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth truth for ever:
Which executeth judgment for the oppressed: which giveth food to the hungry. The Lord looseth the prisoners:
The Lord openeth the eyes of the blind: the Lord raiseth them that are bowed down: the Lord loveth the righteous:
The Lord preserveth the strangers; he relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked he turneth upside down.
The Lord shall reign for ever, even thy God, O Zion, unto all generations. Praise ye the Lord.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Praise ye the Lord:
For it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.
The Lord doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.
The Lord lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.
Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
He giveth to the beast his food, and to the young ravens which cry.
He delighteth not in the strength of the horse: he taketh not pleasure in the legs of a man.
The Lord taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.
Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion.
For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates;
He hath blessed thy children within thee.
He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat.
He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoar frost like ashes.
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
He sheweth his word unto Jacob, his statutes and his judgments unto Israel.
He hath not dealt so with any nation; and as for his judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye the Lord.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise him in the heights.
Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts.
Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light.
Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens.
Let them praise the name of the Lord: for he commanded, and they were created.
He hath also stablished them for ever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass.
Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps:
Fire, and hail; snow, and vapour; stormy wind fulfilling his word:
Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars:
Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl
Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth:
Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children:
Let them praise the name of the Lord: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.
He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; even of the children of Israel, a people near unto him. Praise ye the Lord.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his Anointed, saying,
Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
Then shall he speak unto them in his wrath, and vex them in his sore displeasure.
Yet have I set my King upon my holy hill of Zion.
I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.
Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Zion: and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
Iniquities prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.
Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.
By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation;
Who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea:
Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:
Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.
They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens:
Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Thou visited the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water:
Thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.
Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof:
Thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof.
Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.
The pastures are clothed with flocks;
The valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Give the king thy judgments, O God, and thy righteousness unto the king’s son.
He shall judge thy people with righteousness, and thy poor with judgment.
The mountains shall bring peace to the people, and the little hills, by righteousness.
He shall judge the poor of the people, he shall save the children of the needy, and shall break in pieces the oppressor.
They shall fear thee as long as the sun and moon endure, throughout all generations.
He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers that water the earth.
In his days shall the righteous flourish; and abundance of peace so long as the moon endureth.
He shall have dominion also from sea to sea, and from the river unto the ends of the earth.
They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him;
And his enemies shall lick the dust.
The kings of Tarshish and of the isles shall bring presents:
The kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer gifts.
Yea, all kings shall fall down before him:
All nations shall serve him.
For he shall deliver the needy when he crieth; the poor also, and him that hath no helper.
He shall spare the poor and needy, and shall save the souls of the needy.
He shall redeem their soul from deceit and violence: and precious shall their blood be in his sight.
And he shall live, and to him shall be given of the gold of Sheba: prayer also shall be made for him continually; and daily shall he be praised.
There shall be a handful of corn in the earth upon the top of the mountains; the fruit thereof shall shake like Lebanon: and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.
His name shall endure for ever: his name shall be continued as long as the sun: and men shall be blessed in him: all nations shall call him blessed.
Blessed be the Lord God, the God of Israel, who only doeth wondrous things.
And blessed be his glorious name for ever: and let the whole earth be filled with his glory. Amen, and Amen.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Yea, the sparrow hath found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee.
Blessed is the man whose strength is in thee; in whose heart are the ways of them.
Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools
They go from strength to strength, every one of them in Zion appeareth before God.
O Lord God of hosts, hear my prayer: give ear, O God of Jacob.
Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
O Lord of hosts, blessed is the man that trusteth in thee
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
The Lord reigneth; let the people tremble:
He sitteth between the cherubims; let the earth be moved.
The Lord is great in Zion; and he is high above all the people.
Let them praise thy great and terrible name; for it is holy.
The king’s strength also loveth judgment; thou dost establish equity,
Thou executest judgment and righteousness in Jacob.
Exalt ye the Lord our God, and worship at his footstool; for he is holy.
Moses and Aaron among his priests, and Samuel among them that call upon his name;
They called upon the Lord, and he answered them.
He spake unto them in the cloudy pillar:
They kept his testimonies, and the ordinance that he gave them.
Thou answeredst them, O Lord our God:
Thou wast a God that forgavest them, though thou tookest vengeance of their inventions.
Exalt the Lord our God, and worship at his holy hill; for the Lord our God is holy.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.
For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
In his hand are the deep places of the earth; the strength of the hills is his also.
The sea is his, and he made it: and his hands formed the dry land.
Oh, come let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker.
For he is our God;
And we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
The heavens declare the glory of God
And the firmament sheweth his handywork.
Day unto day uttereth speech
And night unto night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.
In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race
His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof
The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul
The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.
The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart:
The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.
The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever:
The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.
More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold:
Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward.
Who can understand his errors? cleanse thou me from secret faults.
Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
I will love thee, O Lord, my strength.
The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth.
There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it.
He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet.
And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his secret place;
His pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire.
The Lord also thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his voice; hail stones and coals of fire.
Yea, he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; and he shot out lightnings, and discomfited them.
Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.
He sent from above, he took me, he drew me out of many waters.
He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from them which hated me: for they were too strong for me. As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the Lord is tried:
He is a buckler to all those that trust in him.
For who is God save the Lord?
Or who is a rock save our God?
It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect.
He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet, and setteth me upon my high places.
He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms.
Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation:
And thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath made me great.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
The earth is the Lord’s, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein.
For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods.
Who shall ascend into the hill the Lord? and who shall stand in his holy place?
He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
This is the generation of them that seek him, that seek thy face, O Jacob.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors;
And the King of glory shall come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord, strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors,
And the King of glory shall come in.
Who is this King of glory?
The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
Give unto the Lord, O ye mighty, give unto the Lord glory and strength.
Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness.
The voice of the Lord is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the Lord is upon many waters.
The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is full of majesty.
The voice of the Lord breaketh the cedars;
Yea, the Lord breaketh the cedars of Lebanon.
The voice of the Lord divideth the flames of fire.
The voice of the Lord shaketh the wilderness; the Lord shaketh the wilderness of Kadesh.
The voice of the Lord maketh the hinds to calve, and discovereth the forests:
And in his temple doth every one speak of his glory.
The Lord sitteth upon the flood;
Yea, the Lord sitteth King for ever.
The Lord will give strength unto his people;
The Lord will bless his people with peace.
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Rejoice and be glad the Redeemer has come!
Go look on his cradle, his cross and his tomb.
Refrain
Sound his praises, tell the story,
Of him who was slain,
Sound his praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again.
Verse 2
Rejoice and be glad: for the blood has been shed;
Redemption is finished, the price has been paid.
Verse 3
Rejoice and be glad: for the Lamb that was slain,
O’er death is triumphant, and liveth again.
Verse 4
Rejoice and be glad: for our King is on high;
He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky.
Verse 5
Rejoice and be glad: for he cometh again--
He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain.
Horatius Bonar, “Rejoice and Be Glad the Redeemer Has Come!”
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
Rejoice and be glad! The Redeemer has come!
Go look on His cradle, His cross, and His tomb.
Refrain
Sound His praises, tell the story
Of Him who was slain;
Sound His praises, tell with gladness,
He liveth again.
Verse 2
Rejoice and be glad! It is sunshine at last!
The clouds have departed, the shadows are past.
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Rejoice, the Lord is King:
Your Lord and King adore:
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice:
Rejoice; again I say, rejoice.
Verse 2
Jesus, the Saviour, reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When He had purged our stains,
He took His seat above.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice:
Rejoice; again I say, rejoice.
Verse 3
He sits at God’s right hand
Till all His foes submit,
And bow to His command,
And fall beneath His feet.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice:
Rejoice; again I say, rejoice.
Verse 4
Rejoice in glorious hope:
Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
And take His servants up
To their eternal home.
We soon shall hear the archangel’s voice:
The trump of God shall sound,—Rejoice.
Charles Wesley, “Rejoice, the Lord Is King”
Anonymous (traditional)·Patristic
Verse 1
After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands;
And cried with a loud voice, saying, Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.
And all the angels stood round about the throne, and about the elders and the four beasts, and fell before the throne on their faces, and worshipped God, saying,
Amen: Blessing, and glory, and wisdom, and thanksgiving, and honour, and power, and might, be unto our God for ever and ever. Amen.
And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.
And I beheld, and I heard the voice of many angels round about the throne, and the beasts, and the elders: and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands;
Saying with a loud voice, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honour, and glory, and blessing.
And every creature which is in heaven, and on the earth, and under the earth, and such as are in the sea, and all that are in them, heard I saying, Blessing, and honour, and glory, and power, be unto him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb for ever and ever.
And the four beasts said, Amen. And the four and twenty elders fell down and worshipped him that liveth for ever and ever.
Fanny J. Crosby·Modern
Verse 1
Savior, more than life to me,
I am clinging, clinging close to thee;
Let thy precious blood applied,
Keep me ever, ever near thy side.
Refrain
Every day, every hour,
Let me feel thy cleansing power;
May thy tender love to me;
Bind me closer, closer, Lord, to thee.
Verse 2
Thro’ this changing world below,
Lead me gently, gently as I go;
Trusting thee, I cannot stray,
I can never, never lose my way.
Verse 3
Let me love thee more and more,
Till this fleeting, fleeting life is o’er;
Till my soul is lost in love,
In a brighter, brighter world above.
Fanny J. Crosby, “Savior, More Than Life to Me”
Godfrey Thring·Modern
Verse 1
Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Listen while we sing;
Hearts and voices raising
Praises to our King:
All we have we offer,
All we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spirit,
All we yield to Thee.
Verse 2
Nearer, ever nearer,
Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration
Bending low the knee:
Thou for our redemption
Cam’st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow,
Hast gone up on high.
Verse 3
Great and ever greater
Are Thy mercies here;
True and everlasting
Are the glories there,
Where no pain nor sorrow,
Toil nor care is known,
Where the angel-legions
Circle round Thy throne.
Verse 4
Brighter still and brighter
Glows the western sun,
Shedding all its gladness
O’er our work that’s done:
Time will soon be over,
Toil and sorrow past,
May we, blessed Saviour,
Find a rest at last.
Verse 5
Onward, ever onward,
Journeying o’er the road
Worn by saints before us,
Journeying on to God;
Leaving all behind us,
May we hasten on,
Backward never looking
Till the prize is won.
Verse 6
Higher, then, and higher,
Bear the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting,
Saviour, to its goal;
Where in joys unthought of
Saints with angels sing,
Never weary, raising
Praises to their King.
Godfrey Thring, “Saviour, Blessed Saviour”
Ascribed to Clement of Alexandria (c. 220); tr. Henry M. Dexter, 1846·Patristic
Verse 1
Shepherd of tender youth,
Guiding in love and truth
Through devious ways:
Christ, our triumphant King,
We come Thy Name to sing;
Hither our children bring,
To shout Thy praise.
Verse 2
Thou art our Holy Lord,
The all-subduing Word,
Healer of strife:
Thou didst Thyself abase,
That from sin’s deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,
And give us life.
Verse 3
Thou art the Great High Priest,
Thou hast prepared the feast
Of heavenly love:
While in our mortal pain,
None calls on Thee in vain:
Help Thou dost not disdain,
Help from above.
Verse 4
Ever be Thou our Guide,
Our Shepherd and our Pride,
Our Staff and Song:
Jesus, Thou Christ of God,
By Thy perennial word,
Lead us where Thou hast trod,
Make our faith strong.
Verse 5
So now and till we die,
Sound we Thy praises high,
And joyful sing:
Infants, and the glad throng
Who to Thy Church belong,
Unite to swell the song
To Christ our King.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
Verse 2
With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honor sing;
The Lord’s a God of boundless might—
The whole creation’s King.
Verse 3
Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh, may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace.
Verse 4
Now is the time—he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;
Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear,
“Ye shall not see my rest.”
Isaac Watts, “Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with alleluias rang,
When Jehovah’s work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
Verse 2
Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born:
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.
Verse 3
Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day:
God will make new heavens, new earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Verse 4
And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Verse 5
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Verse 6
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death:
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
James Montgomery, “Songs of Praise the Angels Sang”
Verse 1
So tender, so precious.
My Savior to me;
So true, and so gracious,
I’ve found him to be.
Refrain
How can I but love him?
But love him, but love him?
There’s no friend above him,
Poor sinner, for thee.
Verse 2
So patient, so kindly
Toward all of my ways;
I blunder so blindly,
He love still repays.
Verse 3
Of all friends the fairest
And truest is he;
His love is the rarest,
That ever can be.
Verse 4
His beauty, tho’ bleeding
And circled with thorns,
Is then most exceeding;
For grief him adorns.
Thomas B. Pollock (1836- )·Modern
Verse 1
Spirit blest, who art adored,
With the Father and the Word,
One Eternal God and Lord:
Hear us, Holy Spirit.
Verse 2
Comforter, to whom we owe
All that we rejoice to know
Of our Saviour’s work below:
Hear us, Holy Spirit.
Verse 3
Spirit, showing us the way,
Warning when we go astray,
Pleading in us when we pray:
Hear us, Holy Spirit.
Verse 4
Spirit, whom our failings grieve,
Whom the world will not receive,
Who dost help us to believe:
Hear us, Holy Spirit.
Verse 5
Spirit, aiding all who yearn
More of truth Divine to learn,
And with deeper love to burn:
Hear us, Holy Spirit.
Verse 6
Holy, loving, as Thou art,
Come and live within our heart,
Never from us to depart:
Hear us, Holy Spirit.
Verse 7
May we soon, from sin set free,
Where Thy work may perfect be,
Jesus’ face with rapture see:
Hear us, Holy Spirit.
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Stand up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of his choice!
Stand up, and bless the Lord, your God,.
With heart, and soul, and voice.
Verse 2
Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear his holy name,
And laud and magnify?
Verse 3
Oh, for the living flame
From his own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!
Verse 4
God is our strength and song,
And his salvation ours;
Then be his love in Christ proclaimed,
With all our ransomed powers.
James Montgomery, “Stand Up, and Bless the Lord”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Stand up, and bless the Lord,
Ye people of His choice;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,
With heart and soul and voice.
Verse 2
Though high above all praise,
Above all blessing high,
Who would not fear His holy Name,
And laud, and magnify?
Verse 3
O for the living flame,
From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,
And wing to heaven our thought!
Verse 4
God is our Strength and Song,
And His salvation ours;
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed
With all our ransomed powers.
Verse 5
Stand up, and bless the Lord;
The Lord your God adore:
Stand up, and bless His glorious Name,
Henceforth for evermore.
James Montgomery, “Stand Up, and Bless the Lord”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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 tell 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 my Lord,
And bless His works, and bless His word:
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep Thy counsels, how Divine!
Verse 4
But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,
Like holy oil to cheer my head.
Verse 5
Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
Isaac Watts, “Sweet Is the Work, My God, My King”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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!
Isaac Watts, “Sweet Is the Work, My God! My King!”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Thank and praise Jehovah’s Name;
For His mercies firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.
Verse 2
Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land,
As the people of His choice,
Plucked from the destroyer’s hand.
Verse 3
In the wilderness astray,
Hither, thither, while they roam,
Hungry, fainting by the way,
Far from refuge, shelter, home:
Verse 4
Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.
Verse 5
To a pleasant land He brings,
Where the vine and olive grow,
Where from flowery hills the springs
Through luxuriant valleys flow.
Verse 6
O that men would praise the Lord
For His goodness to their race,
For the wonders of His word,
And the riches of His grace.
James Montgomery, “Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name”
James Montgomery·Modern
Verse 1
Thank and praise Jehovah’s name;
For his mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same
To eternity endure.
Verse 2
Let the ransomed thus rejoice,
Gathered out of every land;
As the people of his choice,
Plucked from the destroyer’s hand.
Verse 3
Praise him, ye who know his love;
Praise him from the depths beneath;
Praise him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker all that breathe.
Verse 4
For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand—
Like his own eternity.
James Montgomery, “Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name”
John Ellerton·Modern
Verse 1
The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended,
The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended,
Thy praise shall hallow now our rest.
Verse 2
We thank Thee that Thy Church unsleeping,
While earth rolls onward into light,
Through all the world her watch is keeping,
And rests not now by day or night.
Verse 3
As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent,
Nor dies the strain of praise away.
Verse 4
The sun, that bids us rest, is waking
Our brethren ’neath the western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
Verse 5
So be it, Lord; Thy throne shall never,
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away;
But stand, and rule, and grow for ever,
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.
John Ellerton, “The Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended”
Johann Scheffler, 1657; tr. John Wesley, 1739·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Thee will I love, my Strength, my Tower;
Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown;
Thee will I love with all my power,
In all my works, and Thee alone;
Thee will I love, till sacred fire
Fills my whole soul with pure desire.
Verse 2
In darkness willingly I strayed;
I sought Thee, yet from Thee I roved;
For wide my wandering thoughts were spread;
Thy creatures more than Thee I loved;
And now, if more at length I see,
’Tis through Thy light, and comes from Thee.
Verse 3
Uphold me in the doubtful race,
Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet, with steady pace
Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,
Fill, satiate with Thy heavenly light.
Verse 4
Thee will I love, my Joy, my Crown;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown
Or smile, Thy sceptre or Thy rod;
What though my flesh and heart decay?
Thee shall I love in endless day.
Thomas Olivers·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The God of Abraham praise,
Who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:
Jehovah! Great I AM!
By earth and heaven confessed;
I bow and bless the sacred Name,
For ever blest.
Verse 2
The God of Abraham praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At His right hand:
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only portion make,
My Shield and Tower.
Verse 3
He by Himself hath sworn,
I on His oath depend;
I shall, on eagle’s wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
For evermore.
Verse 4
There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o’er the world and sin,
The Prince of Peace;
On Zion’s sacred height
His kingdom still maintains,
And, glorious with His saints in light,
For ever reigns.
Verse 5
The God who reigns on high
The great archangels sing,
And, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” cry,
“Almighty King!
Who was, and is, the same,
And evermore shall be;
Jehovah, Father, Great I AM!
We worship Thee.”
Verse 6
The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
“Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”
They ever cry:
Hail, Abraham’s God and mine!
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are Thine,
And endless praise.
Thomas Olivers, “The God of Abraham Praise”
Thomas Kelly·Modern
Verse 1
The head that once was crowned with thorns
Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns
The mighty Victor’s brow.
Verse 2
The highest place that heaven affords
Is His, is His by right,
The King of kings, and Lord of lords,
And heaven’s eternal Light:
Verse 3
The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below
To whom He manifests His love,
And grants His Name to know.
Verse 4
To them the cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their name an everlasting name,
Their joy the joy of heaven.
Verse 5
They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above,
Their profit and their joy to know
The mystery of His love.
Verse 6
The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him;
His people’s hope, His people’s wealth,
Their everlasting theme.
Thomas Kelly, “The Head That Once Was Crowned with Thorns”
Josiah Conder·Modern
Verse 1
The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
O earth; and all ye heavens, rejoice:
From world to world the joy shall ring:
“The Lord Omnipotent is King!”
Verse 2
The Lord is King! who then shall dare
Resist His will, distrust His care,
Or murmur at His wise decrees,
Or doubt His royal promises?
Verse 3
The Lord is King! Child of the dust,
The Judge of all the earth is just;
Holy and true are all His ways:
Let every creature speak His praise.
Verse 4
O when His wisdom can mistake,
His might decay, His love forsake,
Then may His children cease to sing,
“The Lord Omnipotent is King!”
Verse 5
Alike pervaded by His eye,
All parts of His dominion lie;
This world of ours, and worlds unseen,
And thin the boundary between.
Verse 6
One Lord, one empire, all secures;
He reigns, and life and death are yours:
Through earth and heaven one song shall ring,
“The Lord Omnipotent is King!”
Frederick Whitfield·Modern
Verse 1
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
Refrain
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because he first loved me.
Verse 2
It tells me of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of his precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.
Verse 3
It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And, though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.
Verse 4
It tells of One, whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in each sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.
Frederick Whitfield·Modern
Verse 1
There is a name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in mine ear,
The sweetest name on earth.
Refrain
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because he first loved me.
Verse 2
It tells me of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of his precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.
Verse 3
It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And, though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.
Verse 4
It tells of One, whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe,
Who in each sorrow bears a part,
That none can bear below.
Frederick Whitfield, “There Is a Name I Love to Hear”
Joseph Addison·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Verse 2
The unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
Verse 3
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
Verse 4
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Verse 5
What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
Verse 6
In reason’s ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
“The hand that made us is Divine.”
Joseph Addison, “The Spacious Firmament on High”
James D. Burns·Modern
Verse 1
Thou, Lord, art Love; and everywhere
Thy Name is brightly shown,
Beneath, on earth, Thy footstool fair,
Above, in heaven, Thy throne.
Verse 2
Thy word is love; in lines of gold
There mercy prints its trace;
In nature we Thy steps behold,
The gospel shows Thy face.
Verse 3
Thy ways are love; though they transcend
Our feeble range of sight,
They wind, through darkness, to their end
In everlasting light.
Verse 4
Thy thoughts are love; and Jesus is
The living voice they find:
His love lights up the vast abyss
Of the eternal Mind.
Verse 5
Thy chastisements are love; more deep
They stamp the seal Divine,
And by a sweet compulsion keep
Our spirits nearer Thine.
Verse 6
Thy heaven is the abode of Love:
O blessed Lord, that we,
May there, when time’s deep shades remove,
Be gathered home to Thee:
Verse 7
There with Thy resting saints to fall
Adoring round Thy throne;
Where all shall love Thee, Lord, and all
Shall in Thy love be one.
Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
Verse 2
Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distressed
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
Verse 3
O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His Name;
When in distress to Him I called,
He to my rescue came.
Verse 4
The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.
Verse 5
O make but trial of His love;
Experience will decide,
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.
Verse 6
Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make you His service your delight,
He’ll make your wants His care.
Verse 1
’Tis for conquering kings to gain
Glory o’er their myriads slain;
Jesus, Thy more glorious strife
Hath restored a world to life.
Verse 2
So no other Name is given
Unto mortals under heaven
Which can make the dead to rise,
And exalt them to the skies.
Verse 3
That which Christ so hardly wrought,
That which He so dearly bought,
That salvation, mortals, say,
Will you madly cast away?
Verse 4
Rather gladly for that Name
Bear the cross, endure the shame;
Joyfully for Him to die
Is not death, but victory.
Verse 5
Dost Thou, Jesus, condescend
To be called the sinner’s Friend?
Ours, then, it shall always be
Thus to make our boast of Thee.
Arthur T. Russell·Modern
Verse 1
To Him who for our sins was slain,
To Him, for all His dying pain,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Him the Lamb, our Sacrifice,
Who gave His soul our ransom-price,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 2
To Him who died that we might die
To sin, and live to Him on high,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Him who rose that we might rise,
And reign with Him beyond the skies,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 3
To Him who now for us doth plead,
And helpeth us in all our need,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Him who doth prepare on high
Our home in immortality,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 4
To Him be glory evermore;
Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore;
Sing ye Alleluia!
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Our God most great, our joy and boast,
Sing we Alleluia!
Arthur T. Russell·Modern
Verse 1
To Him who for our sins was slain,
To Him, for all His dying pain,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Him the Lamb, our Sacrifice,
Who gave His soul our ransom-price,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 2
To Him who died that we might die
To sin, and live to Him on high,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Him who rose that we might rise,
And reign with Him beyond the skies,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 3
To Him who now for us doth plead,
And helpeth us in all our need,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Him who doth prepare on high
Our home in immortality,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 4
To Him be glory evermore;
Ye heavenly hosts, your Lord adore;
Sing ye Alleluia!
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Our God most great, our joy and boast,
Sing we Alleluia!
Arthur T. Russell, “To Him Who for Our Sins Was Slain”
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
To our Redeemer’s glorious Name
Awake the sacred song:
O may His love—immortal flame—
Tune every heart and tongue.
Verse 2
His love, what mortal thought can reach?
What mortal tongue display?
Imagination’s utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
Verse 3
Let wonder still with love unite,
And gratitude and joy;
Be Jesus our supreme delight,
His praise our best employ.
Verse 4
Jesus, who left His throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came on earth to bleed and die—
Was ever love like this?
Verse 5
Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to Thee,
May every heart with rapture say,
The Saviour died for me.
Verse 6
O may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill every heart and tongue,
Till strangers love Thy charming Name,
And join the sacred song.
Anne Steele, “To Our Redeemer's Glorious Name”
Anne R. Cousin·Modern
Verse 1
To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God,
We sing, we ever sing;
For He the lonely wine-press trod,
Our cup of joy to bring.
His glorious arm the strife maintained,
He marched in might from far;
His robes were with the vintage stained,
Red with the wine of war.
Verse 2
To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God,
We sing, we ever sing;
For He invaded death’s abode,
And robbed him of his sting.
The house of dust enthralls no more,
For He, the Strong to save,
Himself doth guard that silent door,
Great Keeper of the grave.
Verse 3
To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God,
We sing, we ever sing;
For He hath crushed beneath His rod
The world’s proud rebel king.
He plunged in His imperial strength
To gulfs of darkness down;
He brought His trophy up at length,
The foiled usurper’s crown.
Verse 4
To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God,
We sing, we ever sing;
For He redeemed us with His blood
From every evil thing.
Thy saving strength His arm upbore,
The arm that set us free:
Glory, O God, for evermore
Be to Thy Christ and Thee.
Thomas Haweis·Post-Reformation
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?
Thomas Haweis, “To Thee, My God and Savior!”
Frances R. Havergal·Modern
Verse 1
To Thee, O Comforter Divine,
For all Thy grace and power benign,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 2
To Thee, whose faithful love had place
In God’s great covenant of grace,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 3
To Thee, whose faithful voice doth win
The wandering from the ways of sin,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 4
To thee, whose faithful power doth heal,
Enlighten, sanctify, and seal,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 5
To Thee, whose faithful truth is shown
By every promise made our own,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 6
To Thee, our Teacher and our Friend,
Our faithful Leader to the end,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 7
To Thee, by Jesus Christ sent down,
Of all His gifts the sum and crown,
Sing we Alleluia!
Verse 8
To Thee, who art with God the Son
And God the Father ever One,
Sing we Alleluia!
Philip Nicolai·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Wake, awake, for night is flying;
The watchmen on the heights are crying,
Awake, Jerusalem, at last!
Midnight hears the welcome voices,
And at the thrilling cry rejoices:
Come forth, ye virgins, night is past!
The Bridegroom comes; awake,
Your lamps with gladness take;
Alleluia!
And for His marriage-feast prepare,
For ye must go to meet Him there.
Verse 2
Zion hears the watchmen singing,
And all her heart with joy is springing;
She wakes, she rises from her gloom:
For her Lord comes down all glorious,
The Strong in grace, in truth Victorious,
Her Star is risen, her Light is come.
Ah, come, Thou blessed Lord,
O Jesus, Son of God,
Alleluia!
We follow till the halls we see
Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.
Verse 3
Now let all the heavens adore Thee,
And men and angels sing before Thee,
With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone;
Of one pearl each shining portal,
Where we are with the choir immortal
Of angels round Thy dazzling throne;
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear
Hath yet attained to hear
What there is ours;
But we rejoice and sing to Thee
Our hymn of joy eternally.
Philip Nicolai, “Wake, Awake, for Night Is Flying”
William P. Mackay·Modern
Verse 1
We praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.
Refrain
Hallelujah! Thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory,
Revive us again.
Verse 2
We praise Thee, O God! for Thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night.
Verse 3
All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who hath borne all our sins, and hath cleansed every stain.
Verse 4
All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.
Verse 5
Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
William P. Mackay·Modern
Verse 1
We praise thee, O God! for the Son of thy love,
For Jesus who died, and is now gone above.
Refrain
Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Hallelujah! Amen.
Hallelujah! thine the glory,
Revive us again.
Verse 2
We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Savior, and scattered our night.
Verse 3
All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain,
Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed ev’ry stain.
Verse 4
All glory and praise to the God of all grace,
Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways.
Verse 5
Revive us again; fill each heart with thy love;
May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
William P. Mackay, “We Praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy Love”
Joseph Addison·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Verse 2
Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
Verse 3
When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
Verse 4
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Verse 5
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I’ll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
Verse 6
Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
For O, eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise.
Joseph Addison, “When All Thy Mercies, O My God”
John King·Modern
Verse 1
When His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His Name:
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But, as He rode along,
He let them still attend Him,
And smiled to hear their song.
Verse 2
And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion’s heavenly hill,
We’ll flock around His banner
Who sits upon His throne,
And cry aloud, “Hosanna
To David’s royal Son!”
Verse 3
For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer’s praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their Hosannas raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No; while our hearts are tender,
They too shall be the Lord’s.
John King, “When His Salvation Bringing”
Anonymous (German)
Verse 1
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Alike at work and prayer
To Jesus I repair;
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 2
When sleep her balm denies,
My silent spirit sighs,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
When evil thoughts molest,
With this I shield my breast,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 3
Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 4
In heaven’s eternal bliss
The loveliest strain is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
The powers of darkness fear,
When this sweet chant they hear,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 5
Let earth’s wide circle round
In joyful notes resound,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Let air and sea and sky,
From depth to height, reply,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 6
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle Divine,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Be this the eternal song,
Through all the ages on,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Anonymous (German)
Verse 1
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Alike at work and prayer
To Jesus I repair;
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 2
When sleep her balm denies,
My silent spirit sighs,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
When evil thoughts molest,
With this I shield my breast,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 3
Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 4
In heaven’s eternal bliss
The loveliest strain is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
The powers of darkness fear,
When this sweet chant they hear,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 5
Let earth’s wide circle round
In joyful notes resound,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Let air and sea and sky,
From depth to height, reply,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Verse 6
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle Divine,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Be this the eternal song,
Through all the ages on,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Thomas Kelly·Modern
Verse 1
Who is this that comes from Edom,
All His raiment stained with blood;
To the slave proclaiming freedom;
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb He wears,
Glorious in the spoils He bears?
Verse 2
’Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Travelling onward in His might;
’Tis the Saviour, O how glorious
To His people is the sight!
Jesus now is strong to save,
Mighty to redeem the slave.
Verse 3
Why that blood His raiment staining?
’Tis the blood of many slain;
Of His foes there’s none remaining,
None the contest to maintain:
Fallen they are, no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
Verse 4
This the Saviour has effected
By His mighty arm alone;
See the throne for Him erected;
’Tis an everlasting throne:
’Tis the great reward He gains,
Glorious fruit of all His pains.
Verse 5
Mighty Victor, reign for ever,
Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall Thy people, never
Cease to sing what Thou hast done:
Thou hast fought Thy people’s foes;
Thou wilt heal Thy people’s woes.
Thomas Kelly, “Who Is This That Comes From Edom”
Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
With songs and honors sounding loud
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heavens He spreads His cloud,
And waters veil the sky.
Verse 2
He sends His showers of blessing down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
Verse 3
His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.
Verse 4
His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
Verse 5
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.
Verse 6
The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey His mighty word:
With songs and honors sounding loud
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
Isaac Watts, “With Songs and Honors Sounding Loud”
Richard Baxter·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Ye holy angels bright,
Who wait at God’s right hand,
Or through the realms of light
Fly at your Lord’s command,
Assist our song, or else the theme
Too high doth seem for mortal tongue.
Verse 2
Ye blessed souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race,
And now, from sin released,
Behold your Saviour’s face,
God’s praises sound, as in His light
With sweet delight ye do abound.
Verse 3
Ye saints, who toil below,
Adore your heavenly King,
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing;
Take what He gives, and praise Him still,
Through good and ill, who ever lives.
Verse 4
My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above,
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love:
Let all thy days till life shall end,
Whate’er He send, be filled with praise.
Richard Baxter, “Ye Holy Angels Bright”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
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.
Charles Wesley, “Ye Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
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:
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.
Verse 4
Then let us adore, and give Him His right,
All glory and power, and wisdom and might,
All honor and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love.
Charles Wesley, “Ye Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim”