all thy works shall praise thee, etc.
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Thou hast thy praise, sweet minstrel, thou!
Nobler than Fame's triumphant peal;
The King of kings upon thy brow
Had stamped the Christian's glorious seal;
Nor could grief's heaviest touch efface
The record of His conquering grace.
Nobler than Fame's triumphant peal;
The King of kings upon thy brow
Had stamped the Christian's glorious seal;
Nor could grief's heaviest touch efface
The record of His conquering grace.
Calmly as fades day's farewell beam,
Thy weary spirit sank to rest,
To waken from earth's fitful dream,
In the fair mansions of the blest,
And tune to more seraphic strains
Thy harp, where endless rapture reigns.
Thy weary spirit sank to rest,
To waken from earth's fitful dream,
In the fair mansions of the blest,
And tune to more seraphic strains
Thy harp, where endless rapture reigns.
"ALL THY WORKS SHALL PRAISE THEE, AND THY SAINTS SHALL BLESS THEE."
One universal strain of praise
Creation to its God shall raise;
Its matin song, its vesper tone,
Swell ceaseless to its Maker's throne.
Creation to its God shall raise;
Its matin song, its vesper tone,
Swell ceaseless to its Maker's throne.
Morn wakes for Him its radiant beam;
Him starry midnight makes its theme;
Their anthem strains His children bring,
While prayer lifts up its sacred wing.
Him starry midnight makes its theme;
Their anthem strains His children bring,
While prayer lifts up its sacred wing.
