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Lord, to whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal life. John vi: 68.
I Jesus, in Thee our hopes shall rest,

Fountain of peace, and joy, and love;
Be Thy great name on earth confessed,
As by the hosts of heaven above.

2 Thine is all wisdom, Thine alone:
Mercy and truth before Thee stand;
Justice and judgment form Thy throne,
And love divine impels Thy hand.

3 No other can Thy honors claim,
Or join in Thy redeeming care;
No rival bear Thy sacred name;
No equal in Thy glory share.

4 Worship to Thee alone belongs;

Worship to Thee alone we give:
Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs,
O Lord, in whom alone we live.

Dox. I.

44 Lord, to whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal life. John vi: 68.

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Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord. Hallelujah. Ps. cl: 6.

I Praise the Lord who reigns above,

And rules o'er all below!

Praise the God of truth and love,

And all His goodness show!

Praise Him for His noble deeds!

Praise Him for His matchless power!

Him from whom all good proceeds,

Let earth and heaven adore!

2 Him in whom we move and live
Let every creature sing;
Glory to their Maker give,
And homage to their King!
Praise the Lord with every breath!
All His wondrous love record!
He hath conquered hell and death;
Let all things praise the Lord!

A-MEN.

(Tune used by permission of the Presbyterian Board of Publication.)

Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of
God, which is full of water.

Ps. lxv: 9.

I With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;

Over the heavens He spreads His cloud,
And waters vail the sky.

2 He sends His showers of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

4 His hoary frost, His fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

5 He sends His word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;

He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

6 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey His mighty word:

With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

Dox. IV.

(FIRST TUNE.)

A- - MEN.

O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honor and majesty.
Ps. civ: 1.

1 O worship the King, all glorious above;
O gratefully sing His power and His love:
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise!

2 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.

3 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!

4 O measureless Might! ineffable love!
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
We heirs of salvation, though feeble our lays,
With true adoration, would sing to Thy praise.