Ye holy Angels bright,
Which stand before God’s Throne
And dwell in glo­ri­ous Light,
Praise ye the Lord each one.
You there so nigh
Are much more meet
Than we the feet,
For things so high.

Ye blessed Souls at Rest,
That see your Saviour’s face,
Whose Glory, even the least,
Is far above our Grace;
God’s praises sound,
As in His sight,
With sweet delight,
You do abound.

All Nations of the Earth,
Extol the World’s Great King:
With Melody and Mirth,.
His glo­ri­ous Praises sing.
For He still reigns;
And will bring low,
The proudest Foe,
That Him disdains.

Sing forth Je­ho­vah’s praise,
Ye Saints that on him call:
Magnify him alwaies,
His holy Churches all:
In him rejoyce;
And there pro­claim
His Holy Name
With sounding voice.

My Soul, bear thou thy part:
Triumph in God above;
With a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the Songs of Love.
Thou art his own,
Whose precious Blood
Shed for thy good,
His Love made known.

He did in Loves begin,
Renewing thee by Grace;
Forgiving all thy sin,
Shew’d thee his pleased face,
He did thee heal,
By his Son’s Merit,
And by his Spi­rit,
For Glory Seal.

In saddest thoughts and grief,
In Sickness, fears and pain,
I cry’d for his relief,
And it was not in vain.
He heard with speed;
And still I found
Mercy abound,
In time of need.

Let not his Praises grow,
On prosperous heights alone:
But in the Vales below,
Let his great Love be known.
Let no distress,
Curb and controul,
My winged Soul,
And praise suppress.

Let not the fear or smart
Of his chastizing Rod,
Take off my fervent heart,
From praising my Dear God.
What ere I feel,
Still let me bring
This Offering,
And to him kneel.

Though I lose friends and wealth,
And bear reproach and shame,
Though I lose ease and health
Still met me praise God’s Name.
That fear and pain
Which would destroy
My Thanks and Joy,
Do thou restrain.

Though humane help depart,
And flesh draw near to dust;
Let Faith keep up my heart,
To love God true and just:
And all my daies,
Let no disease
Cause me to cease
His joyful Praise.

Though sin would make me doubt,
And fill my Soul with fears:
Thou God seem to shut out,
My daily cries and tears:
By no such frost
Of sad delayes,
Let thy sweet Praise
Be nipt and lost.

Away distrustful care!
I have thy Promise, Lord.
To banish all Despair,
I have thy Oath and Word.
And therefore I
Shall see thy face,
And there thy grace,
Shall magnifie.

Though Sin and Death conspire
To rob thee of thy Praise.
Still towards thee I’ll aspire,
And thou dull hearts canst raise.
Open thy Door;
And when grim Death
Shall stop this Breath,
I’ll praise thee more.

With thy Triumphant Flock;
Then I shall numbered be,
Built on th’ Eternal Rock,
His Glory we shall see.
The Heav’ns so high,
With Praise shall ring,
And all shall sing
In Harmony.

The Sun is but a Spark,
From the Eternal Light:
Its brightest beams are dark,
To that most glo­ri­ous sight;
There the whole Chore,
With one accord,
Shall praise the Lord
For ev­er­more.