1 Eternal power! whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God;
Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2 The lowest step around thy seat
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet;
In vain the tall archangel tries
To reach thine height with wond'ring eyes. 3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our maker too:
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
4 Earth from afar has heard thy fame,
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name:
But O, the glories of thy mind,
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
5 God is in heav'n, but man below;
Be short our tunes, our words be few;
A sacred rev'rence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.
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.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died" they cry,
"To be exalted thus!"
Worthy the Lamb," our hearts reply,
For he was slain for us!"
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and pow'r divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, for ever thine!
4 The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
Of him that sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.
1 Great Jehovah! God of glory,
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation,
Be thy just and lawful praise.
2 For the grandeur of thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought:
3 For thy providence that governs,
Through thine empires wide domain;
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow—
How unsearchable thy reign!
4 But thy rich, thy free redemption-
How shall that employ my tongue?
Thought is poor, and poor expression-
Who dare sing that awful song?
1 Brightness of thy Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unutter'd lie?
Fly my tongue such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.
2 Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me ungrateful,
Should my heart refuse to praise.
3 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest wo;
All to ransom guilty captives-
Flow my praise, forever flow.
4 Great Jehovah! God of glory!
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation,
Be thy just and awful praise.
"My times are in thy hands." Ps. xxi, 15,
1 Sov'reign ruler of the skies,
Ever gracious, ever wise;
All our times are in thy hand,
All events at thy command.
2 He that form'd us in the womb,
He shall guide us to the tomb;
All our ways shall ever be
Order'd by his wise decree.
3 Times of sickness, times of health;
Times of want and times of wealth;
All must come, and last, and end,
As shall please our heav'nly friend.
4 Plagues and deaths around us fly-
Till he bids we cannot die;
Not a single shaft can hit,
Till the God of love sees fit.
5 May we always own thy hand;
Still to thee surrender'd stand;
Know that thou art God alone,
We and ours are all thine own.
Sinai and Zion. Heb. xii. 18, &c.
1 Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke.
2 But we are come to Zion's hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare his will,
And spread his love abroad.
3 Behold th' innumerable host
Of angels cloth'd in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turn'd to sight!
4 Behold the bless'd assembly there,
Whose names are writ in heaven!
And God, the judge of all, declares
Their vilest sins forgiven.
5 The saints on earth and all the dead
But one communion make;
All join in Christ, their living head,
And of his grace partake.
1 Now let our voices join
To form a sacred song.
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.
2 How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!
No lurking gins t' entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.
3 But flow'rs of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
4 See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise,
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.
5 All honour to his name,
Who marks the shining way!
To him who leads the wand'rers on
To realms of endless day!
1 Saviour, source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptur'd saints above;
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