149. Oh for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.
While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honor sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
Rehearse his praise with awe profound:
Let knowledge lead the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.
Oh for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign King!
150. Through endless years thou art the same, O thou eternal God!
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And tell thy works abroad.
The strong foundations of the earth
Of old by thee were laid;
By thee the beauteous arch of heaven
With matchless skill was made.
Soon shall this goodly frame of things,
Formed by thy powerful hand,
Be, like a vesture, laid aside,
And changed at thy command.
But thy perfections all divine,
Eternal as thy days,
Through everlasting ages shine
With undiminished rays.
Let every land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing.
Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.
Come, let us bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord:
No fiery cherubs guard his seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.
The peaceful gates of heavenly bliss
Are opened by the Son :
High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach the almighty throne.
To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And glory to the eternal King,
Who lays his anger by.
Amid the splendors of thy state,
O God! thy love appears,
Soft as the radiance of the moon
Among a thousand stars.
In all thy doctrines and commands,
Thy counsels and designs,
In every work thy hands have framed,
Thy love supremely shines.
Sinai, in clouds and smoke and fire,
Thunders thine awful name;
But Zion sings, in melting notes,
The honors of the Lamb.
Angels and men the news proclaim
Through earth and heaven above;
And all, with holy transport, sing
That God the Lord is love.
I know that my Redeemer lives;
He lives who once was dead:
To me in grief he comfort gives;
With peace he crowns my head.
He lives triumphant o'er the grave,
At God's right hand on high,
My ransomed soul to keep and save,
To bless and glorify.
He lives that I may also live,
And now his grace proclaim;
He lives that I may honor give
To his most holy name.
Let strains of heavenly music rise,
While all their anthem sing
To Christ, my precious Sacrifice,
And ever-living King.
When all thy mercies, O my God! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
But, oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
Awake! and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb;
Tune every heart and every tongue
To praise the Saviour's name.
Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children, come!" Soon will he call us hence away To our eternal home.
Soon shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
Sing, till we feel our hearts
Ascending with our tongues;
Sing, till the love of sin departs,
And grace inspires our songs.
I know that my Redeemer lives;
He lives who once was dead:
To me in grief he comfort gives;
With peace he crowns my head.
He lives triumphant o'er the grave,
At God's right hand on high,
My ransomed soul to keep and save,
To bless and glorify.
He lives that I may also live,
And now his grace proclaim;
He lives that I may honor give
To his most holy name.
Let strains of heavenly music rise,
While all their anthem sing
To Christ, my precious Sacrifice,
And ever-living King.
When all thy mercies, O my God! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
Through all eternity, to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
But, oh! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
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