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3 Glory to the almighty Father,
Let our voices now repeat;
Glory to the great Redeemer;
Glory to the Paraclete;
Three in One, and One in Three,
Throughout all eternity.
Edward Caswall. 1848. a.
Tr. Rabanus Morus. d. 856.

92 10s. 1 STARs of the morning, so gloriously bright, Filled with celestial resplendence and light; These that, where night never followeth day, Raise the “Thrice holy, Lord!” ever and aye :

2 These are Thy counsellors; these dost Thou own, Lord God of Sabaoth ! nearest Thy throne. These are Thy ministers; these dost Thou send, Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.

3 Still let them succor us; still let them fight,
Lord of angelic hosts battling for right: -
Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,
We with the angels may bow and adore.
John Mason Neale. 1862. a.
Tr. Joseph of the Studium. ab. 850.


1 BURIED in shadows of the night,
We lie till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till His atoning Blood appears:
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing, “The Lord our Righteousness.”

3 Our very frame is mixed with sin;
His Spirit makes our natures clean;
Such virtues from His sufferings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.

4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his slaves in heavy chains:
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from their necks.

5 Poor helpless worms in Thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
Thou art our mighty All, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to Thee.
Watts. 1709.

94 C. M. 1 How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load 1 The heart unchanged can never rise To happiness and God.

2 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue 2
'Tis Thine, Almighty Saviour, Thine
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis Thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise;
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darkened eyes.

4. To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live,
A beam of heaven, a vital ray
'Tis Thine alone to give.

5 0 change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine !
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be Thine.

95 S. M. 1 LIKE sheep we went astray, And broke the fold of God; Each wandering in a different way, But all the downward road.

2 How dreadful was the hour
When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once His vengeance pour

Upon the Shepherd's head

3 How glorious was the grace,
When Christ sustained the stroke
His Life and Blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.
4 His honor and His breath
Were taken both away;
Joined with the wicked in His death,
And made as vile as they.

5 But God shall raise His head
O'er all the sons of men,
And make Him see a numerous seed,
To recompense His pain.

6 “I’ll give Him,” saith the Lord,
“A portion with the strong:
He shall possess a large reward,
And hold His honors long.”
Watts. 1709.

96 S. 51.

1 0 where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?

'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh ;

'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

2 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a Life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that Life is love.
There is a Death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;

O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death !

3 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that Death to shun,

Lest we be banished from Thy face,
And evermore undone!
Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee

The Life of perfect love, the Rest

Of immortality.
James Montgomery. 1825.

97 L. M. 1 IN vain would boasting reason find The path to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewildered in a doubtful road.

2 Jesus, Thy words alone impart

Eternal life; on these I live;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,
Than all the powers of nature give.

3 Here let my constant feet abide;
Thou art the true, the living Way:
Let Thy good Spirit be my Guide -
To the bright realms of endless day.

4 The various forms that men devise,
To shake my faith with treacherous art,
I scorn as vanity and lies,
And bind Thy Gospel to my heart.

98 C. M. 1 IN vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own : Blest Saviour, nothing but Thy Blood Can bring us near the throne. 2 ”Tis Thy atoning Sacrifice Hath answered all demands; And peace and pardon from the skies Are blessings from Thy hands. 3 'Tis by Thy Death we live, O Lord; 'Tis on Thy Cross we rest: Forever be Thy Love adored, Thy Name forever blest. Unknown.

99 C. M. 1 Lord, we confess our numerous faults, How great our guilt has been : Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all our lives were sin. 2. But, O my soul, forever praise, Forever love His Name, Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways Of folly, sin and shame. 3 'Tis not by works of righteousness Which our own hands have done; But we are saved by sovereign grace Abounding through His Son. 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God That all our hopes begin; 'Tis by the Water and the Blood Our souls are washed from sin. 5 'Tis through the purchase of His Death Who hung upon the Tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we.

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