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The Lord Jehovah reigns; His throne is built on high.
The garments He assumes are light and majesty.
His glories shine
With beams so bright no mortal eye
Can bear the sight.
The thunders of His hand keep the wide world in awe;
His wrath and justice stand to guard His holy law.
And where His love
Resolves to bless His truth confirms
And seals the grace.
Through all His mighty works surprising wisdom shines—
Confounds the powers of hell, and breaks their cursed designs.
Strong is His arm,
And shall fulfill His great decrees,
His sovereign will.
And will this mighty King of glory condescend,
And will He write His Name: My Father and my Friend?
I love His Name;
I love His Word. Join, all my powers,
And praise the Lord!
Psa 150:1 Hallelujah. Praise God in His sanctuary; praise Him in the firmament of His power.
Psa 150:2 Praise Him for His mighty acts; praise Him according to His abundant greatness.
Psa 150:3 Praise Him with the blast of the horn; praise Him with the psaltery and harp.
Psa 150:4 Praise Him with the timbrel and dance; praise Him with stringed instruments and the pipe.
Psa 150:5 Praise Him with the loud-sounding cymbals; praise Him with the clanging cymbals.
Psa 150:6 Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Hallelujah.
AMEN
Rom 14:8 For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord’s.
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As now the sun’s declining rays
At eventide descend,
So life’s brief day is sinking down
To its appointed end.
Lord, on the cross Thine arms were stretched,
To draw Thy people nigh;
O grant us then that cross to love,
And in those arms to die.
All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,
All glory, Holy Ghost, to Thee,
While endless ages run.
—Charles Coffin, 1736