. Poems of religion and society. ith * 90 SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE. SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE Sing to the Lord a song of praise; Assemble, ye who love his name;Let congregated millions raise Triumphant glorys loud acclaim:From earths remotest regions come; Come, greet your Maker, and your King;With harp, with timbrel, and with drum, His praise let hill and valley sing. Your praise the Lord will not disdain ; The humble soul is his delight;Saints, on your couches swell the strain, Break the dull stillness of the night;Rejoice in glory; bid the storm, Bid thunders voice h
. Poems of religion and society. ith * 90 SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE. SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE Sing to the Lord a song of praise; Assemble, ye who love his name;Let congregated millions raise Triumphant glorys loud acclaim:From earths remotest regions come; Come, greet your Maker, and your King;With harp, with timbrel, and with drum, His praise let hill and valley sing. Your praise the Lord will not disdain ; The humble soul is his delight;Saints, on your couches swell the strain, Break the dull stillness of the night;Rejoice in glory; bid the storm, Bid thunders voice his praise expand ;And, while your lips the chorus form, Grasp for the fight his vengeful brand. Go forth in arms; Jehovah reigns; Their graves let foul oppressors find;Bind all their sceptred kings in chains; Their peers with iron fetters bind. SING TO THE LORD A SONG OF PRAISE. 91 Then to the Lord shall praise ascend; Then all mankind, with one accord,And freedoms voice, till time shall end, In pealing anthems, praise the 92 LORD OF ML WORLDS. LORD OF ALL WORLDS. Lord of all worlds, let thanks and praise To thee forever fill my soul;With blessings thou hast crowned my days, My heart, my head, my hand control:O, let no vain presumptions rise, No impious murmur in my heart,To crave the boon thy will denies, Or shrink from ill thy hands impart. Thy child am I, and not an hour, Revolving in the orbs above,But brings some token of thy power, But brings some token of thy love ;And shall this bosom dare repine, In darkness dare deny the dawn,Or spurn the treasures of the mine, Because one diamond is withdrawn ? The fool denies, the fool alone, Thy being, Lord, and boundless might;Denies the firmament, thy throne, Denies the suns meridian light; LORD OF ALL WORLDS. 93 Denies the fashion of his frame, The voice he hears, the breath he draws; O idiot atheist! to proclaimEffects unnumbered without cause ! Matter and mind, mysterious one, Are mans for threescore years and ten;Where
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