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Still drink-ing from the bless-ed fount


holy mount We would

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3 The rays of Thy transfigured face
Beam with such golden light
That we would never leave the place,
Nor lose the heavenly sight.


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Of grace, so rich

6 But let some beams of heavenly light
Make bright our earthly way;
Then grant the beatific sight
Of heaven and endless day.

3 a-bide with Thee,

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2 There prophets praise Thy glorious Name, 4 But there is work on earth to do,
And deeds which Thou hast done;
And there the Father's words proclaim

The suffering soul to heal;
The harvest great, the laborers few
Thy kingdom to reveal.

His own beloved Son.


and free. A-MEN.

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5 We may not linger on the mount,

Where bright Thy glories shine; We may not taste the sacred fount Of blessedness Divine:

Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

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Rev. John Anketell, 1889

Melody by Rev. John Anketell, 1895: harmonized by Charles Steggall

1 Lord Jesus, on the ho - ly mount We would a - bide

Still drinking from the blessed fount Of grace, so rich and free.


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Jesus Christ: The Entry into Jerusalem 215 BARNBY

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Sir Joseph Barnby, 1883

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2 Thy Zion palms is strewing, And branches fresh and fair; My heart to praise awaking,

Her anthem shall prepare. Perpetual thanks and praises

Forth from my heart shall spring; I to Thy Name the service

Of all my powers will bring.

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pleasing And wel-come in Thy sight. A-MEN.



(See also HODNET, No. 332)

3 Love caused Thy incarnation,

Love brought Thee down to me; Thy thirst for my salvation Procured my liberty:



O love beyond all telling,
That led Thee to embrace,
In love all love excelling,

Our lost and fallen race.

4 Ye, who with guilty terror

Are trembling, fear no more:
With love and grace the Saviour

Shall you to hope restore.
He comes: He comes, who sinners
Shall with the children place,
The children of His Father,

The heirs of life and grace.

Rev. Paul Gerhardt, 1653. Verses 1, 2, 4, trans. by Rev. Arthur T.
Russell, 1851 verse 3, by John C. Jacobi, 1722, alt.

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3 The company of angels

Are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.
All glory, etc.


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4 The people of the Hebrews
With palms before Thee went;
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before Thee we present.
All glory, etc.

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The King and Blessed One.


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5 To Thee, before Thy passion,
They sang their hymns of praise;
To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
All glory, etc.


6 Thou didst accept their praises; Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. All glory, etc. Theodulph of Orleans, c. 820. Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1854: verse 1, line 1; verse 5, alt. in "Hymns Ancient and Modern"





1 Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes Ho san

O Sav-iour meek, pur-sue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed. AMEN.


2 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

(See also WINCHESTER NEW, No. 200)

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Rev. John B. Dykes, 1862

3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
To see the approaching sacrifice.
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.

Rev. Henry H. Milman, 1827: verse 1, line 3, alt.


Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;

4 Ride on! ride on in majesty!

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own Anointed Son.



1 Throned up - on the aw - ful tree, D. C. None can tell what pangs un-known

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Dark-ness veils Thine an-guished face, None its lines of

Arr. by Benjamin Carr, 1824

King of grief, I watch with Thee:
Hold Thee silent and a - lone:



woe can trace, A-MEN.

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2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraigned.
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs His soul sustained!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Him to bear the cross.

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see; Watch with Him

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, adoring at His feet, Mark that miracle of time,

219 (SPANISH HYMN) 1 Throned upon the awful tree, King of grief, I watch with Thee: Darkness veils Thine anguished face, None its lines of woe can trace, None can tell what pangs unknown Hold Thee silent and alone:

Ye that feel

Turn not from His griefs a - way; Learn of Jesus Christ to

2 Silent through those three dread hours,
Wrestling with the evil powers,
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around Thee and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh,
Till the Lamb of God may die.

Richard Redhead, 1853

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God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finished!" hear the cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

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4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid His breathless clay:
All is solitude and gloom;
Who hath taken Him away?
Christ is risen! He meets our eyes.
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

James Montgomery, 1820 (Text of 1853)

3 Hark that cry that peals aloud
Upward through the whelming cloud!
Thou, the Father's only Son,
Thou, His own Anointed One,
Thou dost ask Him can it be?
"Why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
4 Lord, should fear and anguish roll
Darkly o'er my sinful soul,
Thou, who once wast thus bereft
That Thine own might ne'er be left,
Teach me by that bitter cry
In the gloom to know Thee nigh.

Rev. John Ellerton, 1875

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