NICAEA.

II.12.12.10.

JOHN BACCHUS DYKES, 1861.

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A - MEN.

'They rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, which was, and is, and

is to come!' Rev. IV. 8.

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;

Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and Mighty!

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee,

Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,

Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee

Perfect in power, in love and purity!

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea;

Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and Mighty!

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

REGINALD HEber, 1826.
Arranged.

Bring, O morn, thy music! Night, thy starlit silence!
Oceans, laugh the rapture to the storm-winds coursing free!
Suns and planets chorus, thou art our Creator,

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

Life and death, thy creatures, praise thee, Mighty Giver!
Praise and prayer are rising in thy beast and bird and tree:
Lo! they praise and vanish, vanish at thy bidding, —
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

Light us! lead us! love us! cry thy groping nations,
Pleading in the thousand tongues, but naming only thee,
Weaving blindly out thy holy, happy purpose,—

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

Life nor death can part us, O thou Love Eternal,

Shepherd of the wandering star and souls that wayward flee!
Homeward draws the spirit to thy Spirit yearning, -

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be!

In thee living, moving, unto thee uprearing

All the hope and joyfulness and trust that fill the soul,
Father, we adore thee, asking naught nor fearing;

We cannot wander from thy dear control.

JAMES VILA BLAKE, 1880.

O worship the King, all glorious above,

O gratefully sing his power and his love,-
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

O tell of his might, O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.
His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm.

This earth, with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of old;
Hath 'stablished it fast by a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light;
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail:
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

ROBERT GRANT, 1833.