with heart and lip,
For we are His workmanship,
And all creatures are His care;
Not a bird that cleaves the air
Falls unnoticed;--but who can
Speak the Father's love to man!

4 O give thanks for him who came,
In a mortal, suffering frame,
Temple of the Deity;--
Came to bear our souls on high;
In the path himself hath trod,
Leading back his saints to God.

497. 7 & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Thanksgiving.

1 Meet and right it is to sing,
In every time and place,
Praises to our heavenly King,
The God of truth and grace.
Join we then in sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join;
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Eternal praise be Thine!

2 Thee, the first-born sons of light,
In choral symphonies,
Praise alway, day without night,
In songs that never cease.
And with them our hearts aspire,
On the wings of faith and love,
Vying with the heavenly choir,
Who chant Thy praise above.

3 Still they sing, with glory crowned,
Thanksgiving to Thy name;
Lower if our voices sound,
Our hymn is still the same;
"Glory be to God on high!"
So the song of angels ran,
And our voices still reply,
"Good-will on earth to man!"

498. 8, 7 & 4s. M. Breviary.

Hallelujah, For the Lord Reigneth.

1 Hallelujah! best and sweetest
Of the hymns of praise above;
Hallelujah! thou repeatest,
Angel-host, these notes of love;
This ye utter,
While your golden harps ye move.

2 Hallelujah! strains of gladness
Comfort not the faint and worn;
Hallelujah! sounds of sadness
Best become the heart forlorn:
Our offences
We with bitter tears must mourn.

3 But our earnest supplication,
Holy God! we raise to Thee;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Make us all Thy peace to see!
Hallelujah!
Ours at length this strain shall be.

499. 7s. M. Montgomery.

Praise the Lord!

1 All ye nations, praise the Lord;
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, forever praise.

2 For His truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,