Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!
2 Come, thou incarnate Word,
Gird on thy mighty sword;
Our prayer attend :
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success :
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
3 Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour:
Thou, who almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,
Spirit of power!
REAK forth, ye heavens, in song!
Shout, bright angelic throng,
Jehovah's praise!
Saints, clad in robes of white,
On Zion's glittering height,
Laud ye the God of might,
Ancient of Days!
2 Let star respond to star
Through firmaments afar,
Glory to God!
Earth, fling the joyful sound
Through ether's blue profound
To vocal spheres around,
Glory to God!
3 Father, in light concealed,
Christ, Light of light revealed,
Spirit Divine,
In glory streaming down
From Father and from Son,
Blest three, forever one,
All praise be thine!
ET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind:
For his mercies shall endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
3 All things living he doth feed ;
His full hand supplies their need;
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
4 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
5 Let us, then, with gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind:
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
OYFUL be the hours to-day;
Joyful let the season be;
Let us sing, for well we may :
Jesus! we will sing of thee.
2 Should thy people silent be,
Then the very stones would sing :
What a debt we owe to thee,
Thee, our Saviour, thee our King!
3 Joyful are we now to own,
Rapture thrills us as we trace
All the deeds thy love hath done,
All the riches of thy grace.
4 Thine the Name to sinners dear!
Thine the Name all names before!
Blessed here and everywhere;
Blesséd now and evermore!
GLORY to the Father give,
I God, in whom we move and live!
Children's prayers he deigns to hear;
Children's songs delight his ear.
2 Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King!
Children! raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for he was slain.
3 Glory to the Holy Ghost!
Be this day a Pentecost;
Children's minds may he inspire,-
Touch their tongues with holy fire.
4 Glory in the highest be
To the blesséd Trinity!
For the gospel from above,
For the word that "God is love."
SING we to our God above
Praise eternal as his love;
Praise him, all ye heavenly host-
Fatner, Son, and Holy Ghost.
God of Hosts! when heaven and earth
Out of darkness, at thy word,
Issued into glorious birth,
All thy works before thee stood,
And thine eye beheld them good;
While they sung with sweet accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.
2 Holy, holy, holy! thee,
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit! we,
Dust and ashes, would adore:
Lightly by the world esteemed,
From that world by thee redeemed,
Sing we here with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
3 Holy, holy, holy! all
Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing,
While the ransomed nations fall
At the footstool of their King:
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Harps and voices, swell one hymn,
Blending in sublime accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
EASANT are thy courts above,
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are thy courts below,
In this land of sin and woe:
Oh, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of thy saints,
For the brightness of thy face,
For thy fullness, God of grace!
2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round thy altars, O Most High!
Happier souls that find a rest
In their Heavenly Father's breast!
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.
3 Happy souls! their praises flow,
Even in this vale of woe;
Waters in the desert rise,
Manna feeds them from the skies;
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach thy throne at length;
At thy feet adoring fall,
Who hast led them safe through all.
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