1 O PRAISE the LORD, in that blest place
From whence His goodness largely flows;
Praise Him in heav'n, where He His face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.
2 Praise Him for all the mighty acts,
Which He in our behalf has done;
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice Make rocks and hills His praise rebound; Praise Him with harps melodious noise, And gentle psaltry's silver sound.
4 Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath He does to them afford
In just returns of praise employ:
Let every creature praise the LORD.
J PRAISE the LORD, ye heav'ns adore Him;
Praise Him, angels in the height:
Sun and moon rejoice before Him,
Praise Him, all ye stars of light.
2 Praise the LORD, for He hath spoken,
Worlds His mighty voice obey'd;
Laws, which never shall be broken,
For their guidance hath He made.
3 Praise the LORD, for He is glorious,
Never shall His promise fail;
God hath made His saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4 Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high His power proclaim;
Heav'n and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify His Name!
1 HOSANNA to the living LORD!
Hosanna to the incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing!
Hosanna! LORD! Hosanna in the highest !
2 Hosanna, LORD! Thine angels cry;
Hosanna, LORD! Thy saints reply
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound;
Hosanna! LORD! Hosanna in the highest!
1 OH, Saviour! with protecting care, Return to this Thy house of prayer! Assembled in Thy sacred name,
Where we Thy parting promise claim! Hosanna! LORD! Hosanna in the highest!
2 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! bid Thy spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee!
Hosanna! LORD! Hosanna in the highest!
3 So, in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeem'd from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.
Hosanna! LORD! Hosanna in the highest!
1 THE LORD will come! the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixed seat forsake,
And, withering, from the vault of night
The stars withdraw their feeble light.
2 The LORD will come! but not the same
As once in lowly form he came,
A silent lamb to slaughter led,
The bruis'd, the suffering, and the dead.
3 The LORD will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind!
4 Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain!
Go, seek the mountain's cleft in vain!
But Faith, victorious o'er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy-the LORD is come!
1 IN the sun and moon and stars
Signs and wonders there shall be;
Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Nations with perplexity.
2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise;
Darker storms the mountain sweep,
Redder lightning rend the skies.
3 Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Racking doubt and restless fear;
And, amid the thunder-cloud,
Shall the Judge of men appear.
4 But, though from that awful face
Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly,
Fear not ye, his chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh!
1 THE day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
Whom shall he trust that dreadful day?
2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
When, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead;
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