A Collection of Hymns (1780)
| Author | Charles Wesley |
|---|---|
| Type | hymn-collection |
| Year | 1780 |
| Passage ID | cw-hymns-1780-121 |
| Words | 393 |
| 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. For Believers Rejoicing. 219 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.