Holy, Holy, Holy.

Mer-ci-ful and Might-y! God in Three Per - sons, blessed Trin-i- tyl
fall-ing down be-fore Thee, Who wert, and art, and ev-er-more shalt be.
there is none be-side Thee Per-fect in pow'r, in love, and pu-ri-ty.
Mer-ci-ful and Might-y! God in Three Per - sons, blessed Trin-i- ty! A-MEN.

His blood-red banner streams a far: Who follows in His train? Who saw his Mas - ter in the sky, And called on Him to save: Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew, And mocked the cross and flame: A round the Sav-ior's throne re-joice, In robes of light ar

rayed:

glo- ri- fied: came to save:

Hark! how the heav'n-ly an-them drowns All music but its own!
Rich wounds, yet vis - i - ble a bove, In beau-ty
Who rose victorious to the strife For those He
One with the Spirit thro' Him giv'n From yon-der

glo-rious throne!

hail Him as thy match-less King Thro' all eterni - ty.
down-ward bends his wond'ring eye At mys-teries so bright.
died e
ter-nal life to bring, And lives that death may die.
Thou, O Lord, thro' end - less days A - dored and mag- ni- fied.

A-MEN.

cross the radiance streaming Adds more lus-ter to the day. there that knows no meas-ure, Joys that thro' all time a bide. A - MEN.