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it grow in hum - ble hearts, And right-eous fruits a-bound. A - MEN.
But may it, in converted minds,
Produce the fruits of joy.
2 Let not the foe of Christ and man
This holy seed remove,
To bring forth fruits of love.
3 Let not the world's deceitful cares
The rising plant destroy,
4 Let not Thy word, so kindly sent
To raise us to Thy throne,
Rev. John Cawood, 1816
(See also DISMISSAL, No. 534) 2 Thanks we give and adoration 3 So that when Thy love shall call us, For Thy gospel's joyful sound:
Saviour, from the world away,
May we ever
Anon. 1773 (ascribed to Rev. John Fawcett): verse 1, line 6, alt.; verse 3 recast by Rev. G. Thring 81 BEATRICE 18.104.22.168.
Rev. William W. Coe, 1895
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? Bless His care who guards the night. ! A - MEN.
Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work 2 Part in peace: wïth deep thanksgiving, 3 Part in peace: such are the praises Rendering, as we homeward tread,
God our Maker loveth best; Gracious service to the living,
Such the worship that upraises Tranquil memory to the dead.
Human hearts to heavenly rest.
Mrs. Sarah F. Adams, 1841
2 Holy, Holy, Holy! All the saints adore Thee,
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Bishop Reginald Heber, publ. 1826
2 O Holy Father, who hast led Thy children
In all the ages, with the fire and cloud,
To Thee, in reverent love, our hearts are bowed.
To Thee we owe the peace that still prevails,
And calming passion's fierce and stormy gales.
Thine is the quickening power that gives increase;
Our plenty, wealth, prosperity and peace.
Praise we the goodness that doth crown our days;
Bishop William C. Doane, 1886
All the earth doth wor-ship Thee; We a-midst the throng would be.
A - MEN.
(See also HORTON, No. 570) 2 All the holy angels cry,
5 Martyrs, in a noble host, “Hail, thrice Holy, God Most High!” Of Thy cross are heard to boast; Lord of all the heavenly powers,
Since so bright the crown they wear, Be the same loud anthem ours.
Early we Thy cross would bear. 3 Glorified apostles raise
6 All Thy Church in heaven and earth, Night and day continual praise;
Jesus, hail Thy spotless birth, Hast Thou not a mission too
Own the God who all has made, For Thy children here to do?
And the Spirit's soothing aid. 4 With Thy prophets' goodly line 7 Offspring of a Virgin's womb, We in mystic bond combine;
Slain, and Victor o'er the tomb, For Thou hast to babes revealed
Seated on the judgment-throne, Things that to the wise were sealed. Number us among Thine own.
Anon. (Latin, 5th Century). Trans. by Rev. James E. Millard, 1848