Glory to God on high! Let heaven and earth reply; Praise ye his name; His love and grace adore, Who all our sorrows bore, And sing for evermore, “Worthy the Lamb.”
2 Ye who surround the throne, Join cheerfully in one, Praising his name; Ye who have felt his blood Sealing your peace with God, Sound his dear name abroad: “Worthy the Lamb.”
3 Join all ye ransomed race, Our Lord and God to bless; Praise ye his name; In him we will rejoice, And make a joyful noise, Shouting with heart and voice, “Worthy the Lamb.”
4 Soon must we change our place; Yet will we never cease Praising his name: To him our songs we’ll bring, Hail him our gracious King, And through all ages sing, “Worthy the Lamb.”
669 6s & 5s. God is ever good.
See the shining dew-drops On the flowers strewed, Proving as they sparkle— God is ever good.
2 See the morning sunbeams, Lighting up the wood, Silently proclaiming— God is ever good.
3 Hear the mountain streamlet, In the solitude, With its ripple saying— God is ever good.
4 In the leafy tree-tops, Where no fears intrude, Merry birds are singing— God is ever good.
5 Bring, my heart, thy tribute, Songs of gratitude, While all nature utters— God is ever good.
670 H. M. Declare among the people his doings. Psalm 9:11.
Come, every pious heart That loves the Saviour’s name, Your noblest powers exert To celebrate his fame: Tell all above and all below The debt of love to him you owe.
2 Such was his zeal for God, And such his love for you, He nobly undertook What angels could not do; His every deed of love and grace All words exceed, all thoughts surpass.
3 He left his starry crown, And laid his robes aside; On wings of love came down, And wept, and bled, and died; What he endured, O who can tell, To save our souls from death and hell!
4 From the dark grave he rose, The mansion of the dead; And thence his mighty foes In glorious triumph led; Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, And reigns on high the Son of God.
5 From thence he’ll quickly come, His chariot will not stay, And bear our spirits home To realms of endless day: There shall we see his lovely face, And ever be in his embrace.
671 P. M. Glad homage.
Father of spirits! humbly bent before thee, Songs of glad homage unto thee we bring: Touched by thy Spirit, O teach us to adore thee; Let thy light attend us, Let thy love befriend us, Father of our spirits, Everlasting King!
2 Send forth thy mandate, gather in the nations, Through the wide universe thy name be known, Millions of voices shall join in adorations, Every soul invited, Every voice united; Joining to adore thee, Everlasting One!
672 C. P. M. The great salvation. Heb. 2:3.
To him who did salvation bring, Wake every tuneful power, and sing A song of sweetest praise: His grace diffuses as the rains Crown nature’s flowery hills and plains, And spread a thousand ways.
2 Salvation is the noblest song, O may it dwell on every tongue, And all repeat, Amen! The Lord will come from heaven to earth To give his people second birth, And make them one again.
3 We feel redemption drawing near; We soon in glory shall appear, And be for ever blessed: His promise never can delay, Our Jesus, on th’ appointed day, Will give his people rest.
4 By faith we view him coming down, With angels hovering all around; He smiles upon his saints: He cries aloud in melting strains, I come to save you from your pains, And end your sore complaints.
5 The smiling millions rise and sing All glory! glory to our King; The Grand Assize is come! You everlasting doors, fly wide; The Church is glorious as a bride, And Jesus takes her home.
6 In all the heavens there’s not a tear, Nor in the realms of bliss a fear, But pleasure yet unknown: From heaven to heaven we sound the bliss, O what a blest abode is this, For ever round the throne!
7 The joys of heaven will never end; All glory to the sinner’s Friend! Roll on, you happy scenes! You wingéd seraphs, help us praise The Author of eternal joys! Our Jesus ever reigns.
673 8s, 7s & 4s. Praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord! ye saints adore him, All unite with one accord; Bring your offerings, come before him— O praise the Lord.
2 Praise the Lord! who every blessing On our heads hath richly poured; Sing aloud, his love confessing— O praise the Lord.
3 Praise the Lord! who would not praise him? He hath us to grace restored: To the highest honors raise him— O praise the Lord.
4 Praise the Lord! your songs excelling Worldly music’s richest chord; Sing—your Saviour’s glory telling; O praise the Lord.