4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing; Ye cheerful warblers of the spring, Harmonious anthems raise To him who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, And tuned your voice to praise. 5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, The feeling heart, the reasoning head, In heavenly praise employ: Spread the Creator's name around, Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound-- The general burst of joy. 162. 10s. & 11s. M. Doddridge. A Call to Praise. 1 O praise ye the Lord--prepare a new song, And let all his saints in full concert join; With voices united the anthem prolong, And show forth his praises with music divine. 2 Let praise to the Lord, who made us, ascend; Let each grateful heart be glad in its King; The God whom we worship our songs will attend, And view with complacence the offering we bring. 3 Be joyful, ye saints sustained by his might, And let your glad songs awake with each morn; For those who obey him are still his delight-- His hand with salvation the meek will adorn. 4 Then praise ye the Lord--prepare a glad song, And let all his saints in full concert join; With voices united the anthem prolong, And show forth his praises with music divine. 163. L. M. Watts. Universal Praise. 1 Wide as his vast dominion lies, Make the Creator's name be known; Loud as his thunders speak his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne. 2 Jehovah!--'tis a glorious word; O may it dwell on every tongue; But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song. 3 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord; From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord. 164. C. M. Patrick. Te Deum. 1 O God, we praise thee, and confess, That thou the only Lord And everlasting Father art, By all the earth adored. 2 To thee all angels cry aloud-- To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim and seraphim, Continually do cry-- 3 "O holy, holy, holy Lord, Whom heavenly hosts obey, The world is with the glory filled Of thy majestic sway." 4 Th' apostles' glorious company, And prophets, crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite. 5 The holy church throughout the world, O Lord, confesses thee-- That thou eternal Father art Of boundless majesty. 165. 8s. & 7s. M. Fawcett. God of our Salvation. 1 Praise to thee, thou great Creator; Praise be thine from every tongue; Join, my soul, with every creature, Join the universal song.