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1 Spir - it Di - vine, attend our prayers, And make this house Thy home;

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De-scend with all Thy gracious powers, O come, great Spirit, come.

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2 Come as the light; to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;

And lead us in those paths of life
Where all the righteous go.

4 Come as the dove; and spread Thy wings,
The wings of peaceful love;

And let Thy Church on earth become
Blest as Thy Church above.

3 Comeas the fire; and purge our hearts, 5 Spirit Divine, attend our prayers; Like sacrificial flame:

Let our whole soul an offering be

To our Redeemer's Name.

Make a lost world Thy home; Descend with all Thy gracious powers,

O come, great Spirit, come.

Rev. Andrew Reed, 1829

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(ST. SAVIOUR) C.M.

10 God of hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place

4 For in Thy courts one single day
'Tis better to attend,

Where Thou, enthroned in glory, show'st Than, Lord, in any place besides

The brightness of Thy face.

2 O Lord of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they
Who in Thy temple always dwell,
And there Thy praise display.

Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to Thy dwelling lead.

A thousand days to spend.

5 For God, who is our Sun and Shield,
Will grace and glory give;

And no good thing will He withhold
From them that justly live.

6 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How highly blest is he

Whose hope and trust, securely placed,
Is still reposed on Thee.

Psalm lxxxiv. Tate and Brady's "New Version," 1696, 1698

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55 HOSANNA L. M. with Refrain

Rev. John B. Dykes, 1865

1 Ho-san- na to the living Lord! Ho-san - na to

the Incarnate Word!

To Christ, Cre a tor, Saviour, King, Let earth, let heaven, Ho-san - na sing!

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56 UNSER HERRSCHER 8.7.8.7.7.7.

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2 Yes, my God, I come before Thee,
Come Thou also down to me;
Where we find Thee and adore Thee,
There a heaven on earth must be.
To my heart O enter Thou,
Let it be Thy temple now.

3 Here Thy praise is gladly chanted, Here Thy seed is duly sown;

Let my soul, where it is planted,

Bring forth precious sheaves alone;
So that all I hear may be
Fruitful unto life in me.

4 Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee,
Let Thy will be done indeed;
May I undisturbed draw near Thee,
While Thou dost Thy people feed.
Here of life the fountain flows,

Here is balm for all our woes.

Rev. Benjamin Schmolck, 1732. Trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1863

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O how bless - ed

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is this place, Filled with sol - ace, light, and grace. A - MEN.

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2 Where the glory brightly dwelleth, 3 Where the Lamb on high is seated, Where the new song sweetly swelleth,

And the discord never comes; Where life's stream is ever laving, And the palm is ever waving,

That must be the home of homes.

By ten thousand voices greeted,

Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Son of Man, they crown, they crown Him,
Son of God, they own, they own Him;
With His Name the palace rings.

4 Blessing, honor, without measure,
Heavenly riches, earthly treasure,
Lay we at His blessèd feet:
Poor the praise that now we render,
Loud shall be our voices yonder,

When before His throne we meet.

Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1866

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