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Praise Ye The Lord, Let Praise Employ
Author: Anne Steele Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 59 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ
In His own courts, your songs of joy;
The spacious firmament around
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
2 Recount His works in strains divine,
His wondrous works, how bright they shine!
Praise Him for all His mighty deeds,
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds.
3 Awake the trumpet’s piercing sound,
To spread your sacred pleasure round;
While softer music tunes the lute,
The warbling harp, the breathing flute.
4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance,
To praise Him in the graceful dance;
Awake each voice and strike each string,
And to the solemn organ sing.
5 Let cymbals loud now sound on high
To softer, deeper notes reply;
Harmonious let the concert rise,
And bear the rapture to the skies.
6 Let all whom life and breath inspire
Attend and join the blissful choir;
But chiefly ye who know His Word,
Adore and love and praise the Lord! Used With Tune: ISCAH Text Sources: A Collection of Hymns Adapted to Public Worship by John Ash and Caleb Evans (Bristol, England: 1769), alt.
Praise Ye The Lord, Let Praise Employ
How Full Of Anguish Is The Thought
Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 14 hymnals Matching Instances: 1 Lyrics: 1 How full of anguish is the thought,
How it distracts and tears my heart,
If God at last, my sovereign judge,
Should frown, and bid my soul Depart!
2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage,
Where shall I fly, but to Thy breast?
For I have sought no other home;
For I have learned no other rest.
3 I cannot live contented here,
Without some glimpses of Thy face;
And Heav’n, without Thy presence there,
Would be a dark and tiresome place.
4 When earthly cares engross the day,
And hold my thoughts aside from Thee,
The shining hours of cheerful light
Are long and tedious years to me.
5 And if no evening visit’s paid
Between my Savior and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!
How mournfully the minutes roll!
6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon
To live, yet part with all my blood;
To breathe, when vital air is gone,
Or thrive and grow without my food.
7 Christ is my light, my life, my care,
My blessèd hope, my heav’nly prize;
Dearer than all my passions are,
My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.
8 The strings that twine about my heart,
Tortures and racks may tear them off;
But they can never, never part
With their dear hold of Christ my love.
9 My God! And can a humble child,
That loves Thee with a flame so high,
Be ever from Thy face exiled,
Without the pity of Thine eye?
10 Impossible! For Thine own hands
Have tied my heart so fast to Thee;
And in Thy book the promise stands,
That where Thou art, Thy friends must be. Used With Tune: ISCAH Text Sources: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707-09, Book II
How Full Of Anguish Is The Thought
