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Still drink-ing from the bless-ed fount

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holy mount We would

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

TRANSFIGURATION C. M.

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.

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and free. A-MEN.

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

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 7.6.7.6.D.

Sir Joseph Barnby, 1883

na tion, My soul's De - light

sus, Jesus, give me Now by Thine own pure

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.

and Stay? 8:

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

FIC

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(See also HODNET, No. 332)

3 Love caused Thy incarnation,

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

light,

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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.

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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rael, Thou

est,

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

David's roy al Son,

The King and Blessed One.

All

glory, laud, and hon - or

To

King,

To whom the lips of children Made sweet ho- san nas ring.

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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.

A-MEN.

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"

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ST. DROSTANE L. M.

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.

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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)

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.

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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.

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

na cry;

695 When, His salvation bringing.

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

Arr. by Benjamin Carr, 1824
FINE.

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

D.C.

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woe can trace, A-MEN.

see; Watch with Him

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