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22 The Book of Praise,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice, From realm to realm the notes shall sound ;
And Heaven's exulting sons rejoice To bear the full Hosanna round.
When, starting from the shades of night,
At dread Jehovah's high behest, The Sun arrayed his limbs in light,
And Earth her virgin beauty drest;
Thy praise transported Nature sung
In pealing chorus loud and far ; The echoing vault with rapture rung,
And shouted every morning star.
When, bending from His native sky, The Lord of Life in mercy came,
And laid His bright effulgence by, To bear on earth a human name ;
The song, by cherub voices raised,
Roll'd through the dark blue depths above ;
And Israel's shepherds heard amazed The seraph notes of peace and love.
And shall not man the concert join, For whom this bright creation rose ;
For whom the fires of morning shine, And eve's still lamps, that woo repose ?
And shall not he the chorus swell, Whose form the Incarnate Godhead wore ;
Whose guilt, whose fears, whose triumph tell How deep the wounds his Saviour bore ?