255 ST. ATHANASIUS. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7.
1. Holy, Holy Ho ly Lord God of hosts, E
the heav'ns and earth a - dored! Angels and arch an gels sing,
Bishop Christopher Wordsworth, 1862.
Its Nature, Warfare and Guidance.
1. The Church's one Foun-da- tion Is Je-sus Christ her Lord; She is His new cre
a- tion By water and the word: From heav'n He came and sought her To
be His ho-ly Bride; With His own blood He bought her, And for her life He died.
2 Elect from every nation,
Yet one o'er all the earth,
Her charter of salvation
One Lord, one faith, one birth
One holy Name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses,
With every grace endued.
3 Though with a scornful wonder,
Men see her sore oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed;
Yet saints their watch are keeping,
Their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.
4 'Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace for evermore;
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.
5 Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won;
C happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace, that we,
Like them, the meek and lowly,
On high may dwell with Thee.
Rev. Samuel J. Stone,1866.
257 AUSTRIAN HYMN. 8. 7. 8. 7. D.
Franz Joseph Haydn, 1797.
1. Glo-rious things of thee are spok-en,
He whose word can not be bro-ken Formed thee for His own
2 There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All His bounty shall bestow.
Still in undisturbed possession
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.
3 Ye, no more your suns descending,
Waning moon no more shall see,
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me.
God shall rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your Glory,
God, your everlasting Light.
1 Praise the Rock of our salvation,
Laud His Name from zone to zone;
On that Rock the Church is builded,
Christ Himself the Corner-stone;
Vain against our rock-built Zion
Winds and waters, fire and hail,
Christ is in her midst; against her
Sin and hell shall not prevail.
2 Where Thou reignest, King of Glory,
Throned in everlasting light,
Midst Thy saints, no more is needed
Sun by day, nor moon by night;
Soon may we those portals enter
When this earthly strife is o'er,
There to dwell with saints and angels
In Thy presence evermore.
Rev, Benjamin Webb, 1872, a.
260 LOSTWITHIEL. 7. 7. 8. 7. D.
1. Head of Thy Church tri- um-phant, We joy ful-ly
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