THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL.

1 Gloria Patri.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, and to the
     Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end,
     world without end. 
                                        Amen.

2 Gloria Patri.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost,
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. 
                                        Amen.

3 Old Hundred.  L.M.

Psalm 100. (1)

Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
  Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
  He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
  Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
  He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care—­
  Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
  Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
  High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
  Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

5 Wide as the world is thy command;
  Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand,
  When rolling years shall cease to move.

     Isaac Watts.

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All Men Invited to Praise God. (3)

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

3 Your lofty themes, ye mortals, bring,
In songs of praise divinely sing: 
The great salvation loud proclaim,
And shout for joy the Savior’s name.

4 In every land begin the song;
To every land the strains belong;
In cheerful sounds all voices raise,
And till the world with loudest praise.

     Isaac Watts, 1713.

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Psalm 103. (6)

Awake, my soul, awake my tongue,
My God demands the grateful song;
Let all my inmost powers record
The wondrous mercy of the Lord.

2 Divinely free his mercy flows,
Forgives my sins, allays my woes,
And bids approaching death remove,
And crowns me with indulgent love.

3 His mercy, with unchanging rays,
Forever shines, while time decays;
And children’s children shall record
The truth and goodness of the Lord.

4 While all his works his praise proclaim
And men and angels bless his name,
Oh, let my heart, my life, my tongue
Attend, and join the blissful song!