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2 O earth! grow flowers beneath His feet,
And thou, O sun, shine bright this day!
He comes! He comes! O heaven on earth,
Our Jesus comes upon His way!

3 He comes! He comes! the Lord of hosts,
Borne on His throne triumphantly;
We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord,
And yearn to shed our blood for Thee!

4 Our hearts leap up; our trembling song
Grows fainter still; we can no more;
Silence! and let us weep-and die

Of very love, while we adore.

Frederick W. Faber.

"God is faithful, by whom ye were called unto the fellowship of His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord."

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ORD! let my heart still turn to Thee,

In all my hours of waking thought;

Nor let this heart e'er wish to flee,

Or think, or feel, where Thou art not.

2 In every hour of pain and woe,

When nought on earth this heart can cheer,
When sighs will burst and tears will flow,
Lord, hush the sigh and chase the tear.

3 In every dream of earthly bliss,

Do Thou, dear Jesus, present be;
Nor let a thought of happiness

On earth intrude apart from Thee!
4 To my last ling'ring thought at night,
Do Thou, Lord Jesus, still be near;
And ere the dawn of opening light,

In still small accents wake mine ear.

5 And when before the throne I kneel,

Hear from that throne of grace my prayer,
And let each hope of heaven I feel

Burn with the thought to meet Thee there.

6 Thus teach me, Lord, to look to Thee
In every hour of waking thought;
Nor ever let me wish to be,

Or think, or feel, where Thou art not!

Lady Powerscourt (?) 1833.

NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

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"Son, be of good cheer; thy sins be forgiven thee."

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HEN, wounded sore, the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound,

One only hand, a pierced hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 When penitence has wept in vain
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,

His heart, that's touched with all our joys,
And feels for all our grief,

5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin

But in Thy wounded side.

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858.

"I will praise Thee forever, because Thou hast done it."

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EDEEM'D from guilt, redeem'd from fears,
My soul enlarged and dried my tears,

What can I do, O Love divine,

What, to repay such gifts as Thine?

2 What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from Thy hands new blessings seek,
A heart to feel Thy mercies more,
A soul to know Thee, and adore?

3 O teach me at Thy feet to fall,
And yield Thee up myself, my all!
Before Thy saints my debts to own,
And live and die to Thee alone!

4 Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart,
Expand and raise and fill my heart!
So may I hope my life shall be

Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

"For Thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from

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JESUS, Saviour of the lost,
My Rock and Hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow tost,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.

2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry ;
Pursued by foes I come;

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A sinner, save me, or I die;

An outcast, take me home.

Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never, never harms;
There death itself is gain.

4 And when I stand before Thy throne
And all Thy glory see,

Still be my righteousness alone

To hide myself in Thee.

Edward H. Bickersteth, 1858.

"In whom we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness

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ESUS, Thou art my Righteousness,
For all my sins were Thine;

Thy death hath bought of God my peace,
Thy life hath made Him mine.

2 Spotless and just in Thee I am;
I feel my sins forgiven;
I taste salvation in Thy Name,
And antedate my heaven.

3 For ever here my rest shall be,
Close to Thy bleeding side;
This all my hope, and all my plea,
For me the Saviour died!

4 My dying Saviour and my God,

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Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with Thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean!

Wash me, and make me thus Thine own;
Wash me, and mine Thou art !
Wash me, but not my feet alone;
My hands, my head, my heart!

6 Th' atonement of Thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

"Him hath God exalted to be a Prince and a Saviour, for to give repentance to Israel and forgiveness of sins."

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AJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;

His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow.

2 No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men ;
Fairer is He, than all the fair
That fill the heavenly train.

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress;
He flew to my relief;

For me He bore the shameful cross
And carried all my grief.

4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;

He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.

5 To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.

6 Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord! they should all be Thine!

Samuel Stennett, 1787.

TWENTIETH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

"The kingdom of heaven is like unto a certain king, which made

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a marriage for His Son."

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HOU, who hast call'd us by Thy word
The marriage feast to share

Of Thy dear Son, our only Lord,
Thy bidden guests prepare!

2 No vain excuse we dare to make,
Thy call we do not slight;
We come unworthy; for His sake
Help us to come aright!

3 Thy marriage-garment we require,
Thyself to us impart,

And with Thy precious gifts inspire
A pure and thankful heart.

4 And Thou, to whom the Father's love
The wedding guests has brought,
Who ever helpest from above

Those whom Thy blood has bought,
5 Lord of the feast! our coming bless,
And round our souls entwine
The garment of Thy righteousness,
In which Thy saints shall shine.

John Ernest Bode, 1860.

"That we might be made the righteousness of God in Him."

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ERE, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face;

Here would I touch and handle things unseen;

Here grasp with firmer hand th' eternal grace,

And all my weariness upon Thee lean.

2 Here would I feed upon the Bread of God;

Here drink with Thee the royal Wine of Heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load,

Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven.

3 I have no help but Thine; nor do I need
Another arm save Thine to lean upon:
It is enough my Lord; enough, indeed;
My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone.

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