"My mouth shall speak the praise of the Lord, and let all flesh bless his holy name for ever and for ever." My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear, And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream; Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise. But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; Vast and unsearchable thy ways, Vast and immortal be thy praise. AMEN.
On thee we cast our care; we live
Through thee, who know'st our every need;
Oh, feed us with thy grace, and give
Our souls this day the living bread.
Thine, Lord, we are, and ours thou art;
In us be all thy goodness showed;
Renew, enlarge, and fill our heart,
With peace, and joy, and heaven, and God.
ΑΜΕΝ,
John Wesley.
"Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the
shadow of thy wings will I rejoice."
O GOD, my God, my All thou art !
Ere shines the dawn of rising day,
Thy sovereign light within my heart,
Thy all-enlivening power, display!
In blessing thee with grateful songs,
My happy life shall glide away:
The praise that to thy name belongs,
Hourly, with lifted hands, I'll pay.
Thy name, O God, upon my bed
Dwells on my lips, and fires my thought;
With trembling awe, in midnight shade,
I muse on all thy hands have wrought.
In all I do I feel thine aid;
Therefore thy greatness I will sing,
O God, who bidst my heart be glad
Beneath the shadow of thy wing! AMEN.
Charles Wesley
Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, Nor bounds, nor clime, nor creed thou know'st:
For all thy mercy, I will give ;
My soul shall still in God rejoice;
Wide as our need, thy favors fall;
The white wings of the Holy Ghost
My tongue shall bless thee while I live. AMEN. Stoop, seen or unseen, over all.
For thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring thee where they come,
And, going, take thee to their home.
Here may we prove the power of prayer,
To strengthen faith, and sweeten care,
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
O THOU, in whom we live and move.
Whose love is law, whose law is love,
Whose present spirit waits to fill
The soul that comes to do thy will!
Unto our waiting spirits teach
Thy love, beyond the powers of speech;
And bid us feel, with joyful awe,
The omnipresence of thy law.
Its patient working doth fulfil
Man's hope, and God's all-perfect will,
Nor suffers one true word or thought,
Or deed of love, to come to naught.
Such faith, O God! our souls sustain,
Free, true, and calm, in joy and pain,
That even by our fidelity
Thy kingdom may the nearer be! AMEN.
Samuel Longfellow.
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