Praise To The Lord

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty,
the King of creation!
O my soul, praise him,
for he is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear;
now to his temple draw near,
Praise Him in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord,
who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings,
yea, so gently sustaineth.
Hast thou not seen
How thy desires e’er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord,
who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness
and mercy here daily attend thee;
Ponder anew
What the Almighty can do
If with His love he befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord,
who with marvelous wisdom hath made thee,
Decked thee with health,
and with loving hand guided and stayed thee.
How oft in grief
Hath not he brought thee relief,
Spreading His wings to o’er shade thee.

Praise to the Lord,
who, when darkness of sin is abounding
Who, when the godless
do triumph, all virtue confounding.
Sheddeth His light,
Chaseth the horrors of night,
Saints with HIs mercy surrounding.

Praise to the Lord, oh,
let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath,
come now with praises before Him;
Let the Amen Sound from his people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him!

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died.
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it Lord that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ my God
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down.
Di e’er such love and sorrow meet
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all!

All People That On Earth Do Dwell - Psalm 100
(To The Tune of Doxology)

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the LORD with cheerful voice.
Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell;
Come ye before him and rejoice!

Know that the LORD is God indeed;
Without our aid he did us make;
We are his folk, he doth us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.

O enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

For why? The LORD our God is good,
His mercy is forever sure.
His truth at all times firmly stood
and shall from age to age endure.


Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter. Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only be first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.