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Earth's utmost ends
His power obey:
His glorious sway
O PRAISE the Lord in that bless'd place,
Praise him for all the mighty acts
With which our praise should equal run.
Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ:
END OF THE FIRST PART.
LOVE divine, all love excelling,
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Breathe, Oh breathe thy loving Spirit, Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find thy promis'd rest.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Chang'd from glory into glory,
JESU, lover of my
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
Other refuge have I none,
Hang's my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, He nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs
Wide as the world is thy command,
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The year of Jubilee is come,