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104 PALESTINE. 184.108.40.206. D.
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FATHER, GOD Almighty,
O JESUS, GOD the Son,
Eternal Three in One :
Upon this world below,
In holy wisdom grow.
And all the things we see,
Each beast, and bird, and tree; Look on Thy faithful children,
Still guard them for Thine own, Until they stand, at Thy Right Hand, Before Thy glorious Throne.
O JESUS, Who hast suffered,
All sinners to redeem ;
In pure and holy stream:
The blessings Thou hast given ;
For evermore in Heaven.
God's people day by day,
Upon their toilsome way; O leave us not, but help us
To go from strength to strength, Until this life of toil and strife
Shall end in peace at length. Amen.
106 HOLY CHURCH. 220.127.116.11. D.
ARTHUR H. BROWN.
The Saints our dearest brothers, Who now with Je-sus
The world has scorned and mocked them. But we will love them well.
[Alternative Tune No. 312.] THE Saints, all crowned with glory,
We love the noble Martyrs, 1 In Heaven's eternal day,
The virgin choir we love, TO JESUS, our Redeemer,
The matrons and confessors,
And all the Saints above.
The Saints, etc.
Temptations sore assail us,
But oh ! we need not faint,
Such trials were the portion
Of every glorious Saint.
The Saints, etc. We love that sacred Virgin,
And if we love our Saviour, The Mother of our GOD;
We too shall have the grace, We love the LORD'S Apostles,
Like them to win the battle,
With them to see His Face.
The Saints, etc. Amen.
107 “Ever SHOULD WE RAISE OUR EYES." 75., 6 lines.
[Alternative Tune No. 10.] DVER should we raise our eyes,
Faithful servants who went home L. From the earth to Paradise,
Through the sea of martyrdom ; Thinking of the Saints who rest,
And the Saints through grief and shame, After toil in Abram's breast,
Brave Confessors of Thy Name--Lest we faint in our distress,
These have gained the Heavenly Land, Through exceeding weariness.
Now before God's Throne they stand. Twelve Apostles Thou did'st choose Glory, LORD, to Thee alone, To proclaim the Gospel news ;
Who dost glorify Thine own, Godly Teachers sent to win
For their zeal, their psalms of praise, Souls from ignorance and sin ;
Nights of prayer and toilsome days,
Holding fast the changeless creed.