In yonder heav'nly height;
Ye angels, all his hosts,
In joyful praise unite;
O sun and moon, declare his might,
Show forth his praise, ye stars of light.
Praise him, ye highest heav'ns,
Praise him, ye clouds that roll,
Created by his pow'r
And under his control,
Ye heavens that stand eternally,
Established by his firm decree.
Ye creatures in the sea
And creatures on the earth,
Your mighty Maker praise
And tell his matchless worth;
Praise him, ye stormy winds that blow,
Ye fire and hail, ye rain and snow.
Ye hills and mountains, praise,
Each tree and beast and bird;
Ye kings and realms of earth,
Now let your praise be heard;
By high and low, by young and old,
Be all his praise and glory told.
By all let God be praised,
For he alone is great;
Above the earth and heav'n
He reigns in glorious state;
Praise him, ye saints, who know his grace
And ever dwell before his face. (TH, 108).
1.) To grant a unity reformation in the Reformed Presbyterians and Baptists on all confessional truth combined in the Westminster and London Confession.
2.) To grant an eventual unity between Wesleyans/Arminians and full Calvinists on the matter of most of the points of Calvinism.
3.) To abolish the single papal teaching with a plurality and co-equal ruling eldership, communion every Sunday, and online preaching everyday by elders, deacons and evangelists.
4.) To grant the unity of the Roman leadership and common people in the Reformed faith (a nickname for the Christian faith) and other world religions in an optimistic end time hope apart from Papist spies or any kind of spies. If you want to be a spy or cause crime, go to the forsaken mountains and dwell there. In other words, please stay out of the local church if you have malevolent purposes or we will expose the deeds of darkness.
5.) To grant an ocean of born again people and godly Christian living but a small island or remnant of the reprobates of fallen Mt Doom.
6.) To have many reformers, resurrected puritans and awakened evangelists about the holy things of God.
And did my Sovereign die!
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I!
Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree!
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.
Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do. (TH, 195).