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Rock and high land,

Wood and island,

Crag, where eagle's pride hath soared;
Mighty mountains, purple-breasted,
Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy-crested,

Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!
Rolling river,

Praise Him ever,

From the mountain's deep vein poured;
Silver fountain, clearly gushing,

Troubled torrent, madly rushing,

Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Bond and free man,

Land and sea man,

Earth, with peoples widely stored,
Wanderer lone o'er prairies ample,
Full-voiced choir, in costly temple,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!

Praise Him ever,

Bounteous Giver;

Praise Him, Father, Friend, and Lord!
Each glad soul its free course winging,
Each glad voice its free song singing,
Praise the great and mighty Lord!

John Stuart Blackie.

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All things praise Thee.

ALL things praise Thee-Lord most high,

Heaven and earth and sea and sky,

All were for Thy glory made,

That Thy greatness thus displayed
Should all worship bring to Thee;

All things praise Thee :-Lord, may we.

2. All things praise Thee-night to night
Sings in silent hymns of light;
All things praise Thee-day to day
Chants Thy power in burning ray ;
Time and space are praising Thee,
All things praise Thee :-Lord, may we.

3. All things praise Thee-round her zones
Earth, in fragrant, brilliant tones,
Rolls a ceaseless choral strain,
Roaring wind, and deep-voiced main,
Rustling leaf, and humming bee,

All things praise Thee :-Lord, may we.

4. All things praise Thee-high and low,
Rain, and dew, and seven-hued bow,
Crimson sunset, fleecy cloud,
Rippling stream, and tempest loud ;
Summer, winter, all to Thee

Glory render :-Lord, may we.

5. All things praise Thee-gracious Lord, Great Creator, Powerful Word,

Omnipresent Spirit, now

At Thy feet we humbly bow;

Lift our hearts in praise to Thee:

All things praise Thee :-Lord, may we.

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G. W. Conder.

A Thanksgiving.

BE light and glad; in God rejoice,

Who is our strength and stay;

Be joyful, and lift up your voice

To God the Lord alway.

C.M.

277.

2. Sing praise, O sing unto the Lord
With melody most sweet;

Let heart and voice in one accord,
As is most just and meet.

3. Ourselves, O God, we wholly bind,
A sacrifice to be;

In token of our thankful mind,
O God most dear, to Thee.

4. To Thee we cry, and also breathe
Thanksgiving, laud, and praise,

For Thy good gifts we now receive,
And hope for all our days.

5. We praise Thee, mighty Lord, on high,
With heart and hearty cheer;
To Thee we sing, we call, we cry,
O Lord our God most dear.

6. Thou art the worker of our wealth,
Our safeguard and our stay :

O Lord, grant now Thy people health;
On Thee we wait alway.

Adapted from Metrical Anthems, 1578.

Praise.

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WOW thank we all our God,

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With hearts, and hands, and voices,

Who wondrous things hath done,

In whom His world rejoices;

Who from our mother's arms

Hath blessed us on our way

With countless gifts of love,
And still is ours to-day.

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O may this bounteous God
Through all our life be near us,
With ever joyful hearts
And blessed peace to cheer us;
And keep us in His grace,

And guide us when perplexed,
And free us from all ills

In this world and the next.

All praise and thanks to God
The Father now be given;

We lift our hearts to Him

Who reigns in highest heaven :

The One Eternal God,

Whom earth and heaven adore;

Who was of old, is now,

And shall be evermore.

LORD, we thank Thee for the pleasure
That our happy life-time gives,

The inestimable treasure

Of a soul that ever lives;

2. Mind that looks before and after,
Yearning for its home above;
Human tears and human laughter,
And the depth of human love ;

3. For the thrill, the leap, the gladness
Of our pulses flowing free;

E'en for every touch of sadness

That may bring us nearer Thee.

4. Teach us so our days to number,
That we may be lowly wise:
Dreary mist or cloudy slumber
Never dull our heavenward eyes.

5. Hearty be our work and willing,
As to Thee and not to men ;
For we know our souls' fulfilling
Is to give it Thee again.

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Joy and Sorrow.

T. W. Jex Blake.

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1. FOUNTAIN of light and living breath,

Whose mercies never fail nor fade,

Fill me with life that hath no death,

Fill me with light that hath no shade:
Appoint the remnant of my days

To see Thy power and sing Thy praise.

2. Lord God of Gods, before whose throne
Stand storm and fire, O what shall we
Return to Heaven that is our own,

When all the world belongs to Thee?
We have no offering to impart
But praises and a wounded heart.

3. O Thou that sit'st in Heaven, and seest
My deeds without, my thoughts within,
Be Thou my Prince, be Thou my Priest;
Command my soul, and cure my sin.

How bitter my afflictions be

I care not, so I rise to Thee.

4. When winter fortunes cloud the brows

Of summer friends, when eyes grow strange,

When plighted faith forgets its vows,