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9 1 Lo, God is here! let us adore, 1 Great God, the followers of thy Son,
And humbly bow before his face; We bow before thy mercy-seat,
To worship thee, the holy one,
O give thy people joy and peace!
The tokens of thy love display,
bring. 3 Being of beings! may our praise 3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought;
Thy courts with grateful incense fill; His path of light we long to tread; Still may we stand before thy face, Here be his holy doctrines taught, Still hear and do thy sovereign will. And here their purest influence shed. Tr. from Gerhard Tersteegen, 1697
Rev. Henry Ware, Jr., 1794
10 Tune, LOUVAN (See opposite page) 1 Come, blessed spirit, source of light, 3 Thine inward teachings make me know,
Whose power and grace are uncon The mysteries of redeeming love, fined,
The emptiness of things below,
The excellence of things above.
4 While through this dubious maze I stray, 2 To mine illumined eyes display
Spread, like the sun, thy beams abroad The glorious truth thy word reveals; To show the dangers of the way, Cause me to run the heavenly way; And guide my feeble steps to God. The book unfold, unloose the seals.
Rev. Benjamin Beddome, 1717
Tune, PAX DEI (See opposite page)
1 O thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!
2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest:
2 That truth be with the heart believed
2 Plenteous in grace, descend from high, Of all who seek this sacred place;
Rich in thy matchless energy; With power proclaimed, in peace From sin and sorrow set us free, received,–
And make us temples worthy thee. Our spirits' light, thy spirit's grace. 3 That love its holy influence pour,
3 Cleanse and refine our earthly parts, To keep us meek and make us free
Inflame and sanctify our hearts, And throw its binding blessing more
Our frailties help, our vice control,
Submit the senses to the soul. Round each with all, and all with thee. 4 Send down its angel to our side; 4 Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire!
Send in its calm upon the breast: Our hearts with heavenly love inspire;
Aid us to live as we believe.
Tr. John Dryden, 1631