4 And pray we that our only Lord,
Would still his spirit send
On all that shall profess his name,
From hence to the world's end.
1 ETERNAL pow'r, whose high abode Becomes the majesty of God,
Infinite space beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2 Thee whilst the chief archangel sings,
He veils his face beneath his wings;
And ranks of shining thrones around
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.
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 God is in heav'n, and man below,
Still be our voice, our words be few;
A sacred rev'rence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.
Tibi silet laus, O Deus. Ps. lxv. 1.
1 GLORY be to God on high;
God, whose glory fills the sky;
Peace on earth, and man forgiv'n,
Man the well-belov'd of heav'n.
2 Hail, by all thy works ador'd!
Hail, the everlasting Lord !
All thy glories we confess,
Infinite and numberless.
3 Holy Spirit, thee we own;
Thee O Christ, the only Son !
Lamb of God for sinners slain,
Saviour of offending men.
4 Praise the name of God Most High ;
Praise him, all below the sky ;
Praise him all ye heav'nly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
1 WITH glorious clouds encompass'd round,
By angels dimly seen;
Will the unsearchable be found,
Or God appear to men?
2 The kingdom, Lord, is thine alone,
Who dost thy right maintain;
And high on thine eternal throne,
O'er men and angels reign.
3 Thou hast on us the grace bestow'd
Thy greatness to proclaim;
Therefore we bless our gracious God,
And praise his glorious name.
4 Thee Holy Father we confess,
Thee, Holy Son, adore ;
Spirit of truth and holiness,
Thee worship evermore.
5 Hail, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!
Whom one in three we know ;
By all thy heav'nly hosts ador'd,
By all thy church below.
1 MEET and right it is to sing,
In every time and place,
Glory to our heav'nly King,
The God of truth and grace.
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join;
Holy, Holy, Holy Lord,
Eternal praise be thine!
2 Father, God, thy love we praise,
Which gave thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify:
Spirit, Comforter divine;
Praise by all to thee be giv'n;
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is chang'd for heav'n.
1 SHALL foolish, weak, short-sighted man, Beyond archangels go,
The great Almighty God explain,
Or to perfection know?
His attributes divinely soar
Above the creature's sight;
And prostrate seraphim adore
The glorious Infinite.
2 Jehovah's everlasting days,
They cannot number'd be;
Incomprehensible the space
Of thine immensity:
Thy wisdom's depths by reason's line,
In vain we strive to sound,
Or stretch our lab'ring thought to assign
Omnipotence a bound.
3 The brightness of thy glory leaves.
Description far below;
Nor man nor angel's heart conceives
How deep thy mercies flow.
Thy love is most unsearchable,
Ånd dazzles all above;
They gaze, but cannot count or tell
The treasures of thy love.
WE give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above;
He sent his own eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done.
To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe;
And now he lives, and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
To God the Spirit, praise
And endless worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live;
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
Almighty God, to thee
Be endless honours done,
The sacred persons Three,
The Godhead only One;
Where reason fails with all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails and love adores.
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