Psalms 98:6

• [Psa 98:6] Above The Clear Blue Sky

  Above the clear blue sky, In Heaven’s bright abode, The angel host on high Sing praises to their God; Alleluia! They love to sing Alleluia! They love to sing To God their King Alleluia! But God from infant tongues On earth receiveth praise; We then our cheerful songs In sweet accord will raise: Alleluia! We too will sing Alleluia! We too will sing To God our King Alleluia! O blessèd Lord, Thy truth To all Thy flock impart, And teach us in our youth To know Thee as Thou art. Alleluia! Then shall we sing Alleluia! Then shall we sing To God our King Alleluia! O, may Thy holy Word Spread all the world around! And all with one accord Uplift the joyful sound: Alleluia! All then shall sing Alleluia! All then shall sing To God their King Alleluia!

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• [Psa 98:6] Above Yon Clear Blue Sky

  Above yon clear blue sky, Beyond our feeble sight, The God of glory dwells on high In everlasting light. Around His glorious throne The holy angels stand; In songs of praise their King they own, Or fly at His command. And we may praise Him, too, And serve Him here below; He stoops to mark what children do, Their inmost thoughts to know; And though He reigns above, Where angels ceaseless praise, He will accept our humble love, And lead us in His ways. O may we humbly seek To do His holy will, And try, with thankful hearts and meek, To sing His praises still; And then for Jesus’ sake, Who came for us to die, Our happy spirits He will take To praise Him in the sky.

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Psalms 47:5

• [Psa 47:5] Lo, God To Heav’n Ascendeth

  Lo, God to Heav’n ascendeth! Throughout its regions vast With shouts triumphant blendeth the trumpet’s thrilling blast: Sing praise to Christ the Lord; sing praise with exultation, King of each heathen nation, the God of hosts adored! With joy is Heav’n resounding Christ’s glad return to see; Behold the saints surrounding the Lord Who set them free. Bright myriads, thronging, come; the cherub band rejoices, And loud seraphic voices all welcome Jesus home. From cross to throne ascending, we follow Christ on high And know the pathway wending to mansions in the sky. Our Lord is gone before; yet here He will not leave us, And soon in Heav’n receive us and open wide the door. Our place He is preparing; to Heav’n we, too, shall rise, With Him His glory sharing, be where our Treasure lies. Bestir thyself, my soul! Where Jesus Christ has entered, There let Thy hope be centered; press onward toward the goal. Let all our thoughts be winging to where Thou didst ascend, And let our hearts be singing: “We seek Thee, Christ, our Friend, Thee, God’s exalted Son, our Life, and Way to heaven, To Whom all power is given, our Joy and Hope and Crown.”

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