4 I'll praise Him while He lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.

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TO God be glory, peace on earth,
To all mankind good will!

C. M.

We bless, we praise, we worship Thee,
And glorify Thee still.

2 And thanks for Thy great glory give,
That fills our soul with light;

O Lord, our heavenly King, the God
And Father of all might!

3 And Thou, begotten Son of God,
Before all time begun;

O Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God,
The Father's only Son:

4 Have mercy, Thou that takʼst the sins Of all the world away!

Have mercy, Savior of mankind,
And hear us when we pray!

5 O Thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand, Upon the Father's throne,

Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ,
Who art the Holy One!

6 Thou only, with the Holy Ghost,

Whom earth and heaven adore,

In glory of the Father art

Most high forevermore.

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THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.

3 0 magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt His name!
When in distress on Him I called,
He to my rescue came.

4 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance He affords to all
Who on His succor trust.

5 O make but trial of His love:
Experience will decide

How blest are they and only they,
Who in His truth confide.

6 Fear Him, ye Christians, you will then Have nothing else to fear;

Make you His service your delight,
Your wants shall be His care.

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O BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,

8. M.

And aid my tongue to bless His name,
Whose favors are divine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul!

Nor let His mercies lie

Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

3 "Tis He forgives thy sins;
"Tis He relieves thy pain;
"Tis He that heals thy sicknesses
And gives thee strength again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from death Hath sovereign power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good; He gives the sufferers rest:

The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppressed.

6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known;

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But sent the world His truth and grace By His beloved Son.

MY soul, repeat His praise,

Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide;

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And, when His wrath is felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.

3 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,

So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

4 His grace subdues our sins;
And His forgiving love,

Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

5 The pity of the Lord,

To those who fear His name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.

6 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.

7 But Thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.

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BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and He destroy.

L. M.

2 His sov'reign 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.

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?

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.

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.

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L. M. 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.

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.

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.

4 In every land begin the song;

To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And fill the world with loudest praise.

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THE Lord hath helped me hitherto,

By His surpassing favor;

His mercies ev'ry morn were new,

His kindness did not waver.

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