Doxologies and Spiritual Songs

 

1.  L.M.  (268).

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him all creatures here below,

Praise him above, ye heavenly host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

 

2.  C.M.  (197).

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore;

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

 

3.  S.M.  (130).

To the Eternal Three,

In will and essence One;

To Father, Son, and Spirit be

Co-equal honors done.

 

4.  L.P.M.  (231).

Now to the great and sacred Three

The Father, Son, and Spirit, be

Eternal power and glory given,

Through all the worlds, where God is known,

By all the angels near the throne,

And all the saints in earth and heaven.

 

5.  C.P.M.  (164).

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God, whom heaven's triumphant host,

And saints on earth adore;

Be glory as in ages past,

And now it is, and so shall last,

When time shall be no more.

 

6.  H.M.  (245).

To God the Father's throne,

Perpetual honors raise;

 

Glory to God the Son,

And to the Spirit praise:

With all our powers, Eternal King,

Thy name we sing, while faith adores.

 

7.  P.M. 7s.  (396).

Sing we to our God above,

Praise eternal as his love,

Praise him, all ye heavenly host,

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

 

8.  P.M. 8s, 7s.  (222).

May the grace of Christ our Savior,

And the Father's boundless love,

With the Holy Spirit's favor

Rest upon us from above.

 

Thus may we abide in union,

With each other, and the Lord,

And possess in sweet communion,

Joys which earth cannot afford.

 

 

                        SPIRITUAL SONGS

 

The Song of Mary.  L.M.   (48).

Our souls shall magnify the Lord,

In God the Savior we rejoice;

While we repeat the Virgin's song,

May the same Spirit tune our voice!

 

The Highest saw her low estate,

And mighty things his hand hath done;

His overshadowing power and grace

Makes her the mother of his Son.

 

Let every nation call her blessed,

And endless years prolong her fame:

But God alone must be adored;

Holy and reverend is his name.

 

To those that fear and trust the Lord,

His mercy stands forever sure;

From age to age his promise lives,

And the performance is secure.

 

He spake to Abram and his seed,

"In thee shall all the earth be blessed;"

The memory of that ancient word

Lay long in his eternal breast.

 

But now, no more shall Israel wait,

No more the Gentiles lay forlorn:

Lo, the desire of nations comes!

Behold, the promised seed is born!

 

 

The Song of Zacharias.  C.M.   (312).

Now be the God of Israel blessed,

Who makes his truth appear;

His mighty hand fulfills his word,

And all the oaths he sware.

 

Now he bedews king David's root

With blessings from the skies;

He makes the branch of promise grow

The promised horn arise.

 

John was the prophet of the Lord,

To go before his face;

The herald which our Savior God

Sent to prepare his ways.

 

"Behold the Lamb of God," he cries,

"That takes our guilt away;

I saw the Spirit o'er his head,

On his baptizing day.

 

"Be every vale exalted high,

Sink every mountain low:

The proud must stoop, and humble souls

Shall his salvation know.

 

"The heathen realms, with Israel's land,

Shall join in sweet accord;

And all, that's born of man, shall see

The glory of the Lord.

 

"Behold the morning Star arise,

Ye that in darkness sit!

He marks the path that leads to peace,

And guides our doubtful feet."

 

 

The Song of Simeon.  C.M. (163).

Lord, in thy temple we appear,

As happy Simeon came,

And hope to meet our Savior here,

Oh! make our joys the same!

 

With what divine and vast delight

The good old man was filled,

When fondly in his withered arms

He clasped the holy child.

 

"Now I can leave this world," he cried,

"Behold, thy servant dies!

I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,

And close my peaceful eyes.

 

"This is the light prepared to shine

Upon the Gentile lands;

Thine Israel's glory and their hope,

To break their slavish bands."

 

Jesus! the vision of thy face

Hath overpowering charms!

Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,

If Christ be in my arms.

 

When flesh shall fail, and heart-strings break,

Sweet will the minutes roll;

A mortal paleness on my cheek,

But glory in my soul.

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