Song Collection

You who his temple throng, Jehovah’s praise prolong, new anthems sing; you saints, with joy declare your Maker’s loving care, and let the children there joy in their King. O let his name employ your ev’ry note of joy, his praises speak; he looks with loving face upon his chosen race, and will with ev’ry grace adorn the meek. You saints, your joy proclaim and glory in the name of God above; and when the daylight dies, ere sleep shall close your eyes, let praise to God arise for all his love.