Classic Poem

W REATH'S Tune .

Praise ye the Lord, th' eternal King,
Who reigns by right, and rules by love;
Who all the saints his glory sing,
The saints below and saints above.
Cho. To Him that lives, but once was slain ,
Be honour, power, and praise. Amen.

Praise Him who sits upon his throne,
His throne of glory and of grace;
Her heav'n and earth he reigns alone,
Unlimited by time or place.
Cho. To Him that lives , &c.

The everlasting mountains bend
Beneath his glorious awful feet;
The vallies where he walks ascend,
And every step obedient meet.
Cho. To Him that lives , &c.

No hand against his will can rise,
No heart against his love can stand;
No place is secret from his eyes,
Not heaven, nor hell, nor sea, nor land,
Cho. To Him that lives , &c.

What he desires to do, is done;
The awful mandate of his will,
That moves the universe alone,
Can make the universe stand still.
Cho. To Him that lives , &c.

His smile is heav'n — his frown is hell,
His dreadful vengeance breaks his foes;
His favour is the living well
From which complete salvation flows.
Cho. To Him that lives , &c.