THY

HY Word, O GOD, shall shine A lamp unto my feet, Shedding some hopeful ray Divine Where paths perplexing meet.

Is darkness all too drear?

Thou canst turn night to day,

"Let there be light," Thy voice rings clear, And shadows melt away.

Thy Word, O GOD, shall burn

Like some red beacon fire,
Bidding my soul its dangers learn
From foes that never tire,
Is the Unseen forgot?

Wise fear all cast away?
That faithful warning fails me not,
But bids me watch and pray.

Thy Word, O GOD, shall light

Life's troubled sea of tears;

Its moonbeams make a pathway bright To calm the sailor's fears.

Does grief like some keen sword
Strike anguish to my breast?
"Come unto Me," says that dear Word,
"And I will give thee rest."
Thy Word, O GOD, shall bless
My latest failing breath,
And I shall not be comfortless
In the dread hour of death.
If spirits dark be near

To work their evil will,

A Voice shall whisper soft and clear: "Lo, I am with thee still."

To GOD the Father praise,

Who gave His written Word,
To guide, instruct, console, upraise
Our souls unto their LORD.
Praise unto GOD the Son

And Holy Ghost to Thee,

Praise ever to the Three in One,
The Blessed Trinity. Amen.

WE Topraise the Saviour's Name,

WE love to raise our voices high

And with the choirs of earth and sky
His wondrous love proclaim.

We know He came from realms of light
Where shining angels dwell,

And passing through death's gloomy night,
Redeemed the world from hell.

We love to lift our voices now
With Heaven's Seraphic throng;

We love before GOD's Throne to bow
With prayer and holy song.

And oh, that all the world might praise
The Son of GOD, Who came
Mankind from sin and death to raise
To Heaven's bright home again.
Then loud hosannas we will sing
To praise the Triune GOD;
Let earth with joyous anthems ring
To spread His fame abroad.
Let every tribe and nation own
His just and righteous sway;
And all unite to hasten on

The great, the glorious day. Amen.

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A-men.

FAR away beyond the clouds

JESUS dwells and reigns on high, While in dazzling white-winged crowds Holy Angels gather nigh.

Praise for ever to our King, Glory to the Lamb they sing. Down below a feeble strain

Echoes back the Heavenly lays;
For the Church on earth would fain
Share in Angels' songs of praise.
Christian voices gladly sing,
Laud and honour to our King.
Oh, how blest that happy chorus,
Heaven and earth together meet;
Join to praise the Lamb victorious,
Lay their homage at His Feet.

Christian voices gladly sing,
Laud and honour to our King.

Now the words of adoration,
Higher, purer, mount again;
Hear all Heaven in exultation
Joining in the grand Amen,
Holy, Holy, Holy sing,
Glory to our mighty King.
And shall children take no part

In that joyous anthem blest?
Shall no loving childish heart
Add its music to the rest?

Let them also glory sing, Glory, glory, to their King. Not one voice shall silent stay,

Not one heart shall coldly beat; Join we in the glorious lay, Bring our love-gifts to His Feet.

Children too with Angels sing, Glory, glory to the King. Amen.