Make a joyful noise before the Lord, the King.@Psalm 98:6
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Isaac B. Woodbury (1819–1858)

Ma­ry C. Bour­dil­lon, A Mo­ther’s Hymns for Her Child­ren, 1849.

Near­er Home Is­aac B. Wood­bu­ry, 1852; har­mo­ny by Ar­thur S. Sul­li­van, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Above yon clear blue sky,
Beyond our feeble sight,
The God of glory dwells on high
In everlasting light.
Around His glorious throne
The holy angels stand;
In songs of praise their king they own,
Or fly at His command.

And we may praise Him, too,
And serve Him here below;
He stoops to mark what children do,
Their inmost thoughts to know;
And though He reigns above,
Where angels ceaseless praise,
He will accept our humble love,
And lead us in His ways.

O may we humbly seek
To do His holy will,
And try, with thankful hearts and meek,
To sing His praises still;
And then for Jesus’ sake,
Who came for us to die,
Our happy spirits He will take
To praise Him in the sky.