157 Old Hundred. L. M. Ps. 100. LOUIS BOURGEOIS.
1. All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice:
Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell, Come ye before Him and re-joice. A-MEN.
Glo-ry be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost; As it
was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. A-men,'A - men.
er-more record In praise the mer-cies of the Lord;
Thy faithfulness my mouth shall show, While ceaseless ages onward flow. A-MEN.
2 The earth belongs to Thee alone, The heavens, too, are all Thine own; The world and all that it contains, by Thee established, Thine remains. 3 How blest the realm with favor crowned, Who hear and know the joyful sound; They in the light, O Lord, shall live, The light Thy face and favor give.
4 They in Thy name shall joyful be,
Yea, all the day be glad in Thee;
And in Thy just and righteous ways
To honor great Thou wilt them raise.
5 Thou art the glory of their strength,
Thy grace will lift our horn at length;
For Israel's Holy One, who reigns
As Lord, our shield and King remains.
1. Ye serv-ants of God, your Mas - ter pro-claim, And pub-lish a
broad His won-der- ful name; The name all-vic-to-rious of Je-sus ex
tol; His king-dom is glo-rious: He rules o ver
2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still He is nigh: His presence we have;
The great congregation His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus, our King.
3 "Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,"
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces, and worship the Lamb.
4 Then let us adore, and give Him His right-
All glory and power, and wisdom and might;
All honor and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never ceasing, for infinite love.
1 Oh, worship the King, all-glorious above,
And gratefully sing His wonderful love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.
2 Oh, tell of His might, and sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend.
1. Safely thro' another week, God has bro't us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek,
Wait-ing in His courts today: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of e-ter-nal rest;
Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. A MEN.
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