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And therefore now we thank our God,
6. Thy glorious name, and nature’s power. hou dost to us make known ; And all the Deity is ours, Through thy incarnate Son.
Old Hundred.] HYMN 212. L. M.
l TERNAL Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God; Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2 Thee while the first archangel sings,
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do?
4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
5 God is in heaven, and men below:
1 H%. holy, holy Lord,
Mixt with those beyond the sky, Chanters to the Lord most high, We our hearts and voices raise, Echoing thy eternal praise. 2 One, inexplicably three, One, in simplest unity: God, incline thy gracious ear, Us thy lisping creatures hear: Thee while dust and ashes sings, Angels shrink within their wings; Prostrate seraphim above Breath unutterable love. 3 Happy they who never rest, With thy heavenly presence blest: They the heights of glory see, Sound the depths of #. Fain with them our souls would vie; Sink as low, and mount as high; Fall, o'erwhelm'd with love, or soar; Shout, or silently adore:
China.] HYMN 214. C. M.
t AIL! holy, holy, holy Lord! Whom 3. in Three we know ; By all thy heavenly host ador’d, By all thy church below. 2 One undivided Trinity, With triumph we proclaim; Thy universe is full of thee, And speaks thy glorious name. 3 Thee, holy Father, we confess; Thee, holy Son, adore: Thee, Spirit of Truth and Holiness, We worship evermore. * The incommunicable right, Almighty God, receive! R 2 *.
Which angel-choirs, and saints in light. And saints embodied give.
5 Three Persons equally divine
6 Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord,
Suffolk.] HYMN 215. C. M. 1 THOUSAND oracles divine
Their common beams unite;
3 Triumphant host! they never cease
4 Whose glory to this earth extends,
5 By faith the upper choir we meet,
6 But God made flesh, is wholly ours, And asks our noblest strain;
The Father of celestial powers,
7 Ye seraphs, nearest to the throne,
8 The King, whose glorious face ye see,
1 OME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Shireland.] HYMN 217. S. M. 1 ALL-CREATING God!
At whose supreme decree Our body rose, a breathing clod, Our souls sprang forth from thee:
2 For this thou hast design'd,
1 Y soul, through my Redeemer's care,
2 Wherefore to him my feet shall run;
1. IN that sad memorable night, When Jesus was for us betray'd, He left his death-recording rite,
He took, and bless'd, and brake the bread:
And gave his own their last bequest,