3 Caused the golden-tressed sun All day long his course to run; And the moon to shine by night, 'Mongst her spangled sisters bright. 4 His own people he did bless, In the wasteful wilderness; He hath, with a piteous eye, Viewed us in our misery. 5 All his creatures he doth feed; His full hand supplies their need; Let us, therefore, warble forth His high majesty and worth. 154. L. M. Tate & Brady. Praise and Holiness. 1 O render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love; Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood and shall forever last. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express?-- Not only vast, but numberless! What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? 3 Happy are they, and only they, Who from thy judgments never stray; Who know what's right, nor only so, But always practise what they know. 4 Extend to me that favor, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford: When thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me. 155. 7s. M. J. Taylor. The Divine Glories Celebrated. 1 Glory be to God on high, God, whose glory fills the sky; Peace on earth to man forgiven, Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. 2 Favored mortals! raise the song; Endless thanks to God belong; Hearts o'erflowing with his praise, Join the hymns your voices raise. 3 Mark the wonders of his hand! Power no empire can withstand; Wisdom, angel's glorious theme; Goodness, one eternal stream. 4 Awful Being! from thy throne Send thy promised blessings down; Let thy light, thy truth, thy peace, Bid our raging passions cease. 156. H. M. Sacred Lyrics. Perpetual Praise. 1 To thee, great Source of light! My thankful voice I'll raise; And all my powers unite To celebrate thy praise; And, till my voice is lost in death, May praise employ my every breath. 2 And when this feeble tongue Lies silent in the dust, My soul shall dwell among The spirits of the just; Then, with the shining hosts above, In nobler strains I'll sing thy love. 157. L. M. H. Ballou, 2d. The Same. 1 Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne All heaven in ceaseless worship waits, Whose glory fills the worlds unknown-- Praise ye the Lord from Zion's gates. 2 With mingling souls and voices join; To him the swelling anthem raise; Repeat his name with joy divine, And fill the temple with his praise. 3 All-gracious God, to thee we owe Each joy and blessing time affords,-- Light, life, and health, and all below, Spring from thy presence, Lord of lords. 4 Thine be the praise, for thine the love That freely all our sins forgave, Pointed our dying eyes above, And showed us life beyond the grave.