1 Spir - it Di - vine, attend our prayers, And make this house Thy home; De-scend with all Thy gracious powers, O come, great Spirit, come. 2 Come as the light; to us reveal And lead us in those paths of life 4 Come as the dove; and spread Thy wings, And let Thy Church on earth become 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 53 (ST. SAVIOUR) C.M. 10 God of hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place 4 For in Thy courts one single day 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, Thrice happy they whose choice has Thee A thousand days to spend. 5 For God, who is our Sun and Shield, And no good thing will He withhold 6 Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey, Whose hope and trust, securely placed, Psalm lxxxiv. Tate and Brady's "New Version," 1696, 1698 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! 56 UNSER HERRSCHER 8.7.8.7.7.7. 2 Yes, my God, I come before Thee, 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; 4 Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee, Here is balm for all our woes. Rev. Benjamin Schmolck, 1732. Trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1863 O how bless - ed is this place, Filled with sol - ace, light, and grace. A - MEN. 25 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. 4 Blessing, honor, without measure, When before His throne we meet. Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1866 |