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2 Enter with all Thy glorious train,

Thy Spirit and Thy word;
All that the ark did once contain

Could no such grace afford. 3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,

Here let Thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of Thy house,

And fill Thy poor with bread.

487 HEBRON

L. M.

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4 Here let the Son of David reign,

Let God's anointed sbine,
Justice and truth His court maintain,
With love and power

divine.
5 Here let Him hold a lasting throne;

And, as His kingdom grows,
Fresh honors shall adorn His crown,

And shame confound His foes.

I. Watts, 1719

L. Mason, 1830

Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallow'd ground. A

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2 For Thou, within no walls confined,
Inhabitest the humble mind;
Such ever bring Thee where they come,
And, going, take Thee to their home.
3 Yet everywhere Thou guid'st Thine own,
To raise for Thee an eartbly throne;
And where Thy name Thou dost record,
There Thou wilt come and bless them, Lord.

4 Here may we prove

the
power

of prayer
To strengthen faith and sweeten care,
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heaven before our eyes.
5 Behold, at Thy commanding word,
We stretch the curtain and the cord;
Come, with Thy glory fill the place,
And bless us with a large increase.

488

78, 6s. 81.

DAY OF REST

J. W. Elliott (1833–)

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2 Fierce is our subtle foeman:

The forces at his hand
With woes that none can number

Despoil the pleasant land;
All they who war against them,

In strife so keen and long,
Must in their Saviour's armor

Be stronger than the strong.
8 So hast Thou wrought among us

The great things that we see:
For things that are we thank Theo,

And for the things to be.

For bright hope is uplifting

Faint hands and feeble knees, To strive beneath Thy blessing

For greater things than these. 4 Lead on, O love and mercy,

O purity and power,
Lead on till peace eternal

Shall close this battle-hour:
Till all who prayed and struggled

To set their brethren free,
In triumph meet to praise Thee,
Most Holy Trinity.

489 MELITA

L. M. 61.

J. B. Dykes, 1861

1. E • TER - NAL Fa-ther! strong to save, Whose arm doth bind the rest-less wave,

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And gavest light, and life, and peace;
Ob, hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea! 4 O Trinity of love and power!

Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go,
Thus ever let there rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea

W. Whiting, 1860

V. Novello, 1800

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2 0 Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,

Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
Now, seated in glory, the mariner cherish,

Who cries in his anguish, “Help Lord, or we perish!"
3 And, oh, when the whirlwind of passion is raging,

When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging,
Arise in Thy strength, Thy redeemed to cherish;
Rebuke the destroyer: “Help, Lord, or we perish!"

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2 The prize, the prize secure!

4 The lamb is in the fold, The athlete nearly fell,

In perfect safety penn'd; Bare all he could endure,

The lion once had hold, And bare not always well.

And thought to make an end; But He may smile at troubles gone, But One came by with Wounded Side, Who sets the victor-garland on! And for the sheep the Shepherd died. 3 No more the foe can harm;

5 The exile is at Home! No more the leaguered camp,

O nights and days of tears, And cry of night alarm,

O longings not to roam, And need of ready lamp.

O sins, and doubts and fears.And yet how nearly he had failed, - What matter now (when so men say) How nearly had that foe prevailed! The King has wiped those tears away!

6 O happy, happy Bride!

Thy widowed hours are past,
The Bridegroom at thy side,

Thou all His Own at last !
The sorrows of thy former cup
In full fruition swallowed up.

St. Joseph of the Studium, c. 830 Tr. J. M. Neale, 1863

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