157. L. M. H. Ballou, 2d.
The Same.
1Praise 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.
2With mingling souls and voices join;
To him the swelling anthem raise;
Repeat his name with joy divine,
And fill the temple with his praise.
3All-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.
4Thine 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.