A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-121 |
| Words | 394 |
| Source | https://www.ccel.org/ccel/wesley/hymn.html |
Praise shall employ my nobler powers $
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last
Or immortality endures.
Sslo For Believers Rejoicing.
HYMN 225. l.m.
1 T) RAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise
*- Your hearts and voices in his praise :
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames ;
He counts their numbers, calls their names ;
His wisdom 's vast, and knows no hound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown* d.
3 Sing to the Lord ; exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds along the sky :
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn :
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
5 What is the creature's skill or force ?
The sprightly man, or warlike horse ?
The piercing wit, the active limb ?
All are too mean delights for him.
() But saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight ;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.
ETERNAL Wisdom ! Thee we praise,
Thee the creation sings :
With thy loved name, rocks, hills, and seas,
And heaven's high palace rings.
Thy hand, how wide it spreads the sky,
How glorious to behold !
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,
And stair'd with sparkling gold.
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3 There thou hast bid the globes of light
Their endless circles run :
There, the pale planet rules the night ;
The day obeys the sun.
4 If down I turn my wondering eyes
On clouds and storms below,
Those under-regions of the skies
Thy numerous glories show.
5 The noisy winds stand ready there
Thy orders to obey ;
With sounding wings they sweep the air,
To make thy chariot way.
6 There, like a trumpet loud and strong,
Thy thunder shakes our coast ;
While the red lightnings wave along,
The banners of thy host.
7 On the thin air, without a prop,
Hang fruitful showers around ;
At thy command they sink, and drop
Their fatness on the ground.