3 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul, how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye,
Thy golden gates appear!

4 Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above!

5 Then, then I feel that he,
Remembered or forgot,

The Lord, is never far from me
Though I perceive him not.

6 So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

James Montgomery, 1835

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Four 7's

HILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing! Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways! 2 We are traveling home to God, In the way the fathers trod: They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see.

3 Lift your eyes, ye sons of light!
Sion's city is in sight:

There our endless home shall be,
There our Lord we soon shall see.

4 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

5 Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we will still follow thee.

Amen.

John Cennick, 1743

6.5., 12 lines

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Calling into being

TARK! the voice eternal,
Robed in majesty,

Earth and sea and sky;
Hark! in countless numbers
All the angel-throng
Hail creation's morning

With one burst of song.

High in regal glory,
"Mid eternal light,
Reign, O King immortal,
Holy, infinite.

2 Bright the world and glorious,
Calm both earth and sea,
Noble in its grandeur

Stood man's purity;

Came the great transgression,
Came the saddening fall,

Death and desolation

Breathing over all.

Still in regal glory,

'Mid eternal light,

Reigned the King immortal,
Holy, infinite.

3 Long the nations waited,
Through the troubled night,
Looking, longing, yearning,
For the promised light.
Prophets saw the morning
Breaking far away,
Minstrels sang the splendour
Of that opening day;
Whilst in regal glory,
'Mid eternal light,

Reigned the King immortal,
Holy, infinite.

4 Brightly dawned the Advent
Of the newborn King,
Joyously the watchers
Heard the angels sing.
Sadly closed the evening
Of his hallowed life,
As the noontide darkness
Veiled the last dread strife
Lo! again in glory,

'Mid eternal light,

Reigns the King immortal,
Holy, infinite.

5 Lo! again he cometh,

Robed in clouds of light,

As the Judge eternal,

Armed with power and might. Nations to his footstool

Gathered then shall be;

Earth shall yield her treasures,

And her dead, the sea.

Till the trumpet soundeth,
'Mid eternal light

Reign, thou King immortal,
Holy, infinite.

6 Jesus! Lord and Master,
Prophet, Priest, and King,
To thy feet, triumphant,
Hallowed praise we bring.
Thine the pain and weeping,
Thine the victory;

Power, and praise, and honour,
Be, O Lord, to thee.
High in regal glory,
'Mid eternal light,
Reign, O King immortal,
Holy, infinite. Amen.

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John Julian, 1888

11.10.11.10

ANCIENT of Days, who sittest, throned

To thee all knees are bent, all voices pray;

Thy love has blessed the wide world's wondrous story,

With light and life since Eden's dawning day.

2 O Holy Father, who hast led thy children In all the ages, with the Fire and Cloud, Through seas dry-shod, through weary wastes bewildering,

To thee, in reverent love, our hearts are bowed.

3 O Holy Jesus, Prince of Peace and Saviour, To thee we owe the peace that still prevails,

Stilling the rude wills of men's wild behaviour,

And calming passion's fierce and stormy gales.

O Holy Ghost, the Lord and the Life-giver,
Thine is the quickening power that gives

increase.

From thee have flowed, as from a pleasant river,

Our plenty, wealth, prosperity, and peace.

50 Triune God, with heart and voice adoring,

Praise we the goodness that doth crown our days;

Pray we that thou wilt hear us, still imploring

Thy love and favour, kept to us always.

Amen.

William C. Doane, 1886

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LLELUIA! Alleluia!

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8.7.8.7 D

Hearts and voices heavenward raise:

Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise:
He, who on the cross a victim,
For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of glory,
Now is risen from the dead.

2 Now the iron bars are broken,
Christ from death to life is born,
Glorious life, and life immortal,
On this holy Easter morn:
Christ has triumphed, and we conquer
By his mighty enterprise,

We with him to life eternal

By his resurrection rise.