HYMN 116.
The Lord, the sov'reign King,
Hath fix'd His throne on high;
O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky.
Ye Angels, great in might,
And swift to do His will,
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
Let the bright Hosts who wait
The orders of their King,
And guard His people when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.
While all His wondrous works
Through His vast kingdom show
Their Maker's glory, thou my soul,
Shall sing His praises too.
HYMN 117.
Thee we adore, eternal Lord!
We praise Thy name with one accord;
Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see,
Through all the world do worship Thee.
To Thee aloud all Angels cry,
And ceaseless raise their songs on high;
Both cherubim and seraphim,
The Heav'ns and all the pow'rs therein.
Th' Apostles join the glorious throng,
