Classic Poem

Sing we praise with one accord,
Sing we praise to the Lord—
To the God of our creation,
To the Christ of our salvation,
To the Spirit in us dwelling,
King of kings, and all excelling.
Glory, honour, power and praise,
Be unto the Lord always.

All that's fair in sea and land,
Glorious creatures of His hand;
Nature smiling to her Maker,
In our praises is partaker.
Hill and vale and cliffs sonorous
With the wild waves join our chorus
To the Holiest in the height
Giving glory day and night.

We with nobler rapture thrill,
New-created by His will
Sons of God, and heirs of Heaven,
Chosen, ransom'd, and forgiven.
For the gift the Father gave us,
For the Son who died to save us,
Bid the tuneful transport rise—
Lift His praises to the skies.

Praise Him early, praise Him late,
For our high and holy state;
Born, baptized, redeem'd for ever,
Nought but sin our souls can sever
From the Saviour Who has bought us,
From the Spirit Who has taught us.
Lord! renew us day by day,
Never let us fall away.

For our trust is in His name,
Everlastingly the same;
His the light, the love, the kindness—
Ours the need, the fault, the blindness.
To the sound of organ blowing,
Voice and soul, with love o'erflowing,
Lift we up with one accord,
Singing praises to the Lord.