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“ O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
Of thy majestic sway!”
4 The Apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
Thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy Church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee,
Of boundless majesty.
I APPROACH not the altar with gloom in thy soul,
Nor let thy feet falter from terror's control ;
2 His bounty is tender, his being is love;
His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above;
3 Come not to his temple with pride in thy mien,
But lowly and simple, in courage serene;
Praise to the Creator.
1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy ;
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs;
High as the heavens our voices raise ;
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love,
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For the Gifts of the Spirit.
Shine amid the clouds of night;
Breathe thy life, and shed thy light!
Send us thine illumination,
Banish all our fears at length, Rest upon this congregation,
Spirit of unfailing strength! 2 Let that love, which knows no measure,
Now in quickening showers descend, Bringing us the richest treasure
Man can wish or God can send; Hear our earnest supplication,
Every struggling heart release; Rest upon this congregation,
Spirit of eternal Peace!
H. WARE, JR. Coming in the Name of Jesus. i GREAT God! the followers of thy Son,
We bow before thy mercy-seat,
And pour our wishes at thy feet.
O give thy people joy and peace;
And favor, that shall never cease. 3 We seek the truth which Jesus brought;
His path of light we long to tread;
And here their purest influence shed. 4 May faith, and hope, and love abound;
Our sins and errors be forgiven;
The Return of the Sabbath.
1 Again the day returns of holy rest,
Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest, When, like his own, he bade our labors cease, That we might think of him, and be at peace.
2 Let us devote this consecrated day
To learn his will, and all we learn obey ;
Our meek petitions and our psalms of praise. 3 Father of heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts
guide, In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, Glory supreme be thine, world without end.
E. H. CHAPIN.
The Gate of Heaven.
1 Our Father — God! not face to face
May mortal sense commune with thee,
And we shall find thy spirit there.
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may desponding care look up,
3 Here may the sick and wandering soul, ,
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
1 O FATHER! with protecting care
Meet us in this, thy house of prayer ;
2 But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! let thy spirit rest;
3. So, in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away, Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain, Shall swell the sound of praise again.