3 Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear,
In this glad hour!

Thou, who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power!

4 To thee, great One in Three,
The highest praises be,
Hence evermore;

Thy sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore.

210

Amen.

Anonymous, c. 1757, alt.

8.7.8.7.4.7

H

OLY Father, great Creator,

Source of mercy, love, and peace,

Look upon the Mediator,

Clothe us with his righteousness;
Heavenly Father,

Through the Saviour hear and bless.

2 Holy Jesus, Lord of glory,

Whom angelic hosts proclaim, While we hear thy wondrous story, Meet and worship in thy Name, Dear Redeemer,

In our hearts thy peace proclaim.

3 Holy Spirit, Sanctifier,

Come with unction from above,
Raise our hearts to raptures higher,
Fill them with the Saviour's love!
Source of comfort,

Cheer us with the Saviour's love.

4 God the Lord, through every nation
Let thy wondrous mercies shine!
In the song of thy salvation
Every tongue and race combine!
Great Jehovah,

Form our hearts and make them thine.

Amen.

Alexander V. Griswold, 1835

Also the following

11 O Trinity of blessed light 16 Holy Father, cheer our way 38 Three in One, and One in Three 47 On this day, the first of days 104 Thou, whose almighty word 247 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 519 Ancient of Days

525 I bind unto myself to-day

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Sundays after Trinity

FAITH

6.6.4.6.6.6.4

Y faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Μ My

Saviour divine!

Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O let me from this day
Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;

As thou hast died for me,
O may my love to thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be thou my guide;

Bid darkness turn to day;
Wipe sorrow's tears away;
Nor let me ever stray
From thee aside!

4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll;

212

Blest Saviour, then in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O bear me safe above,

A ransomed soul! Amen.

Ray Palmer, 1880

Four 11's

OW firm a foundation, ye saints of the
Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said,

You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

2 Fear not, I am with thee; O be not dismayed!

I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

3 When through the deep waters I call thee

to go,

The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,

And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,

My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design

Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

5 The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake,

I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake.

"K" in Rippon's "Selections," 1787

213

P.M.

A

MIGHTY Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;

Our Helper he amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

2 Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?

Christ Jesus, it is he;

Lord Sabaoth his Name,

From age to age the same,

And he must win the battle.

3 And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us;

We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,

One little word shall fell him.

4 That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God's truth abideth still,

His kingdom is for ever.

Martin Luther, 1529; Tr. Frederick H. Hedge, 1852

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P.M.

is our stronghold and our stay, Our hope in tribulation;

GOD

What though the mountains rock and sway
To earth's long-hid foundation?
What though the ocean roar,
Fast gaining on the shore,
The hurtling storm rage loud
Beneath the thunder cloud?
Our hearts are all untroubled.

2 The might of water sinks to rest;
How calm yon river glideth,
God's city mirrored on its breast,
The house where he abideth!