The glory of the spring how sweet!
The new-born life how glad!
What joy the happy earth to greet
In new, bright raiment clad!

Divine Redeemer, Thee I bless;
I greet Thy going forth;
I love Thee in the loveliness
Of Thy renewèd earth.

But O these wonders of Thy grace,
These nobler works of Thine,
These marvels sweeter far to trace,
These new births more divine:

This new-born glow of faith so strong,
This bloom of love so fair,
This new-born ecstasy of song,
And fragrancy of prayer!

Creator Spirit, work in me
These wonders sweet of Thine;
Divine Redeemer, graciously
Renew this heart of mine.

Still let new life and strength upspring,
Still let new joy be given;
And grant the glad new song to ring
Through the new earth and Heaven.

Let all the earth their voices raise
To sing the choicest psalm of praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah’s Name:
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations show,
And all His saving works proclaim.

The heathens know Thy glory, Lord,
The wondering nations read Thy Word,
In Britain is Jehovah known:
Our worship shall no more be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made;
Our Maker is our God alone.

He framed the globe, He built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there:
His beams are majesty and light;
His beauties, how divinely bright!
His temple, how divinely fair!

Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel His saving power,
And barbarous nations fear His Name;
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of His holiness,
And in His courts His grace proclaim.

O sing a new song to the Lord;
Sing all, the earth, to God,
To God sing, bless His Name, show still
His saving health abroad.

Great honor is before His face,
And majesty divine;
Strength is within His holy place,
And there doth beauty shine.

Do ye ascribe unto the Lord,
Of people every tribe,
Glory do ye unto the Lord
And mighty power ascribe.

Give ye the glory to the Lord
That to His Name is due;
Come ye into His courts, and bring
An offering with you.

In beauty of His holiness,
O do the Lord adore;
Likewise let all the earth throughout
Tremble His face before.

Sing to the Lord, sing His praise, all ye peoples,
New be your song as new honors ye pay;
Sing of His majesty, bless Him forever,
Show His salvation from day to day.

Tell of His wondrous works, tell of His glory,
Till through the nations His Name is revered;
Praise and exalt Him, for He is almighty,
God over all, let the Lord be feared.

Vain are the heathen gods, idols and helpless;
God made the heav’ns, and His glory they tell;
Honor and majesty shine out before Him,
Beauty and strength in His temple dwell.

Give unto God most high glory and honor,
Come with your off’rings and humbly draw near;
In holy beauty now worship Jehovah,
Tremble before Him with godly fear.

Make all the nations know God reigns forever;
Earth is established as He did decree;
Righteous and just is the King of the nations;
Judging the people with equity.

Let Heav’n and earth be glad; waves of the ocean,
Forest and field, exultation express;
For God is coming, the Judge of the nations,
Coming to judge in His righteousness.

Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands!
Ye tribes of every tongue!
His new discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.

Say to the nations, “Jesus reigns,
God’s own almighty Son;
His power the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds His throne.”

Let Heav’n proclaim the joyful day;
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.

Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea;
Ye mountains! sink; ye valleys, rise;
Prepare the Lord His way.

Behold, He comes—He comes to bless
The nations as their God;
To show the world His righteousness,
And send His truth abroad.

But when His voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread
To see their Judge appear!

Sing unto God, our Hope and our Deliv’rer;
He is the Lord, the mighty theme prolong;
Pour out your hearts in music’s sweetest numbers,
Pour out your hearts in melody and song.
Seek ye the gates, the lovely gates of Zion,
Now let His courts with holy rapture ring;
Wake, wake again, the silent harp of Judah;
Break forth ye hills, and let the desert sing.
Sing unto God, our Hope and our Deliv’rer;
He is the Lord, the mighty theme prolong;
Pour out your hearts in music’s sweetest numbers,
Pour out your hearts in melody and song.

Sing unto God, for He alone is worthy,
Sing unto God, for He alone is King;
Come, O ye lands, and trusting His salvation,
Sing unto God, in grateful chorus sing.
Great is the Lord, and wonderful His mercy,
Strong is His love, abiding evermore.
Sing unto God, and let the voice of gladness,
Break from our hearts, and spread from shore to shore.
Sing unto God, for He alone is worthy,
Sing unto God, for He alone is King;
Come, O ye lands, and trusting His salvation,
Sing unto God, in grateful chorus sing.

Sing unto God, ye ransomed ones in glory,
Ye who have reached the shining realms of peace,
Ye who are safe within the blessèd kingdom,
Safe in that land where praise shall never cease.
Sing unto God, ye angels that behold Him,
Sing as ye fly to do your Sovereign’s will,
Sing unto God, let anthems ever rolling,
Earth and the sky with joy and gladness fill.
Sing unto God, ye ransomed ones in glory,
Ye who have reached the shining realms of peace,
Ye who are safe within the blessèd kingdom,
Safe in that land where praise shall never cease.

We bless the Name of Christ, the Lord,
We bless Him for His holy Word,
Who loved to do His Father’s will,
And all His righteousness fulfill.

We follow Him with pure delight
To sanctify His sacred rite;
And thus our faith with water seal,
To prove obedience that we feel.

Baptized in God—the Father, Son,
And Holy Spirit—Three in One,
With conscience free, we rest in God,
In love and peace, through Jesus’ blood.

By grace we “Abba, Father” cry;
By grace the Comforter comes nigh;
And for Thy grace our love shall be
Forever, only, Lord, for Thee.

Ye heavenly choir, assist me to sing,
And strike the soft lyre, and honor our King;
His mighty salvation demands all our praise,
Our best adoration, and loftiest lays.

All glory to God, who ruleth on high,
And now hath bestowed, and sent from the sky
Christ Jesus, the Savior, poor mortals to bless,
The pledge of His favor, the seal of their peace.

O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness!
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim;
With gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness,
Kneel and adore Him: the Lord is His Name!

Low at His feet lay thy burden of carefulness,
High on His heart He will bear it for thee,
And comfort thy sorrows, and answer thy prayerfulness,
Guiding thy steps as may best for thee be.

Fear not to enter His courts in the slenderness
Of the poor wealth thou wouldst reckon as thine;
For truth in its beauty, and love in its tenderness,
These are the offerings to lay on His shrine.

These, though we bring them in trembling and fearfulness,
He will accept for the Name that is dear;
Mornings of joy give for evenings of tearfulness,
Trust for our trembling and hope for our fear.

O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness!
Bow down before Him, His glory proclaim;
With gold of obedience, and incense of lowliness,
Kneel and adore Him: the Lord is His Name!

Raise the psalm: let earth adoring,
Through each kindred, tribe, and tongue,
To her God His praise restoring,
Raise the new accordant song.
Bless His Name, each farthest nation;
Sing His praise, His truth display:
Tell anew His high salvation,
With each new return of day.

Tell it out beneath the heaven
To each kindred, tribe and tongue,
Tell it out from morn till even
In your unexhausted song:
Tell that God forever reigneth,
He, who set the world so fast,
He, who still its state sustaineth
Till the day of doom to last.

Tell them that the day is coming
When that righteous doom shall be:
Then shall Heav’n new joys illumine,
Gladness shine o’er earth and sea.
Yea, the far resounding ocean
Shall its thousand voices raise,
All its waves in glad commotion
Chant the fullness of His praise.

And earth’s fields, with herbs and flowers,
Shall put on their choice array,
And in all their leafy bowers
Shall the woods keep holy day:
When the Judge, to earth descending,
Righteous judgment shall ordain,
Fraud and wrong shall then have ending,
Truth, immortal truth, shall reign.

Tell it out among the heathen that the Lord is King;
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out among the nations, bid them shout and sing;
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out with adoration that He shall increase,
That the mighty King of Glory is the King of Peace;
Tell it out with jubilation, let the song ne’er cease;
Tell it out! Tell it out!

Tell it out among the heathen that the Savior reigns;
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out among the nations, bid them break their chains;
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out among the weeping ones that Jesus lives,
Tell it out among the weary ones what rest He gives,
Tell it out among the sinners that He still receives;
Tell it out! Tell it out!

Tell it out among the heathen, Jesus reigns above;
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out among the nations that His reign is love;
Tell it out! Tell it out!
Tell it out among the highways and the lanes at home,
Let it ring across the mountains and the ocean’s foam,
Like the sound of many waters, let our glad shout come!
Tell it out! Tell it out!

Hark, my soul, how everything
Strives to serve our bounteous King;
Each a double tribute pays,
Sings its parts, and then obeys.

Nature’s chief and sweetest choir
Him with cheerful notes admire;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.

Though their voices lower be,
Streams have too their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

All the flowers that gild the spring
Hither their still music bring;
If heaven bless them, thankful, they
Smell more sweet, and look more gay.

Only we can scarce afford
This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things gives, and nothing owes.

Wake! for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake! and gladly sing thy part;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.

Call whole nature to thy aid;
Since ’twas He whole nature made;
Join in one eternal song,
Who to one God all belong.

Live forever, glorious Lord!
Live by all Thy works adored,
One in Three, and Three in One,
Thrice we bow to Thee alone.