Collection of Sacred Hymns, 1835

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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Heaven’s infinite expanse;
Ocean’s resplendant countenance—
All around, and all above,
Hath this record—God is love.
 
2 Sounds among the vales and hills,
In the woods and by the rills,
Of the breeze and of the bird,
By the gentle murmur stir’d—
Sacred songs, beneath, above,
Have one Chorus—God is love.
 
3 All the hopes that sweetly start,
From the fountain of the heart;
All the bliss that ever comes,
To our earthly—human homes—
All the voices from above,
Sweetly whisper—God is love.
 
Hymn 12 • Praise to God, immortal praise
HYMN 12. P. M.
 
1 Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ;
 
2 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield, [p. 18]
Heaven’s infinite expanse;
Ocean’s resplendant countenance—
All around, and all above,
Hath this record—God is love.
 
2 Sounds among the vales and hills,
In the woods and by the rills,
Of the breeze and of the bird,
By the gentle murmur stir’d—
Sacred songs, beneath, above,
Have one Chorus—God is love.
 
3 All the hopes that sweetly start,
From the fountain of the heart;
All the bliss that ever comes,
To our earthly—human homes—
All the voices from above,
Sweetly whisper—God is love.
 
Hymn 12 • Praise to God, immortal praise
HYMN 12. P. M.
 
1 Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ;
 
2 For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield, [p. 18]
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