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Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel,

Spread thy conquests, never cease ;
May thy lasting, wide, dominion,
Multiply, and still increase.

Take the kingdoms,
Lord of glory, Prince of Peace.

Easter. (4—75.) 11-JESUS Christ is ris'n to-day Hallelujah.

Our triumphant holiday ; Hallelujah.
Who so meekly on the cross Hallelujah.
Suffer'd to redeem our loss. Hallelujah.
Hymns of praise then let us sing Hallelujah.
Unto Christ our heav'nly king, Hallelujah.
Who endur'd the cross and grave, Hallelujah.
Sinners to redeem and save. Hallelujah.
For the pains, which he endur'd, Hallelujah.
Our salvation have procur'd. Hallelujah.
Now he reigns eternal King, Hallelujah.
Where the Angels ever sing. Hallelujah.

Easter. (8–8–6.) 12-OH joyful sound! oh glorious hour !

When Christ, by his almighty pow'r,

Arose, and left the grave:
Now let our songs his triumph tell,
Who broke the chains of death and hell,

And ever lives to save.

“ The first begotten from the dead,” Behold him rise, his people's head,

Immortal life to bring:
What! though the saints like him shall die,
They share their leader's victory,

And triumph with their king.
No more we tremble at the grave;
For He, who died, our souls to save,

Will raise our bodies too:
What! though this earthly house shall fail,
The Saviour's pow'r will yet prevail,
And build it up anew.

Whitsunday. (6—8s.) 13—COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,

And lighten with celestial fire.
Thou, the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost thy sev’nfold gifts impart.
Thy blessed unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Illumine with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight;
Anoint our heart, and cheer our face,
With the abundance of thy grace :
Keep far our foes; give peace at home;
Where thou art guide, no ill can come.
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee of both, to be but one ;
That, through the ages all along,
This theme may be our endless song;
Praise to thine eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!

Whitsunday. (l. m.)

14-CREATOR Spirit! by whose aid,

The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit ev'ry humble mind,
And pour thy joys on all mankind:
From sin and sorrow, set us free,
And make us temples meet for thee.

Thrice holy fount! thrice holy fire!
Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire;
Our frailty help, our vice control,
And calm the passions of the soul:
Come, and thy sacred unction bring,
To sanctify us while we sing.

Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend th' Almighty Father's name ;
Let God the Son be glorified,
Who for the world's redemption died ;
And equal adoration be,
O blessed Comforter, to thee.

Trinity Sunday. (8–8–6.) 15—TO God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit, Three in One,

In earth and heav'n ador'd;
Our hearts and hands and lips we raise,
With humble pray'r, and grateful praise,

And own our Sov'reign Lord.

Father, Redeemer, Heav'nly guide!
May we by faith in thee abide,

And bless thy constant love;
Till we in heav'n thy glory see,
And praise thee through eternity,

With Angel hosts above.

Luther's Hymn. (P. M.) 16—GREAT God! what do I see and hear?

The end of things created.
The Judge of mankind doth appear,

On clouds of glory seated.
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore

The dead, which they contain'd before.
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
The dead in Christ shall first arise,

At the last trumpet's sounding,
And meet their Saviour in the skies,

With joy his throne surrounding:
No gloomy fears, their souls dismay;

His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepar'd to meet him.
Great God! what do I see and hear?

The end of things created.
The Judge of mankind doth appear,

On clouds of glory seated.
Beneath his cross, I view the day,

When heav'n and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.

17-CHILDREN of the heav'nly King,

As we journey let us sing:
Be our theme, the Saviour's praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
We are trav'lling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Lord, obedient we would go,
Leaving all we lov'd below;
Only thou our leader be,
Gladly we will follow thee.

(D.—75.) 18–GRATEFUL notes and numbers bring,

While Jehovah's praise we sing;
Men on earth, and saints above,
Sing the great Redeemer's love:
Though unworthy of thine ear,
Still our Hallelujahs hear,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord !
Be thy glorious name ador'd.
Purer praise we hope to bring,
When with saints in heav'n we sing.
Look with pity from thy throne,
Send thy Holy Spirit down;
Guide our footsteps in thy way,
Guide, to realms of endless day.
Holy, holy, holy, Lord !
Be thy glorious name ador'd.

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