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Who once received on Horeb's height
The eternal laws of truth and right;
Or caught the still small whisper, higher
Than storm, than earthquake, or than fire.
2 O Master, it is good to be

With Thee, and with Thy faithful three:
Here, where the apostle's heart of rock
Is nerved against temptation's shock;
Here, where the son of thunder learns
The thought that breathes, and word that burns;
Here, where on eagle's wings we move
With him whose last best creed is love.

3 O Master, it is good to be

Entranced, enwrapt, alone with Thee;
And watch Thy glistering raiment glow,
Whiter than Hermon's whitest snow;
The human lineaments that shine
Irradiant with a light divine:

Till we too change from grace to grace,
Gazing on that transfigured Face.

4 O Master, it is good to be

Here on the holy Mount with Thee:
When darkling in the depths of night,
When dazzled with excess of light,
We bow before the heavenly Voice
That bids bewildered souls rejoice,

Though love wax cold, and faith be dim-
"This is My Son-O hear ye Him."

A. P. Stanley.

"And the voice which came from heaven we heard when we wert with Him in the holy mount."

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IOS & 45.

JPON the solitary mountain's height,

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In radiant beauty, but with power concealed,
The Son of Man, unveiled to mortal sight,
Once stands revealed.

2 Yet not alone-the witnesses are there,
The deathless and the dead are at His side,
Their lips the end predestinate declare,
Nor seek to hide!

3 But why this world from thy mysterious grave,
Lawgiver of God's people, hast thou trod—
Why come thy steeds of fire o'er Jordan's wave,
Prophet of God?

4 Do ye revisit earth to testify

That Law and Voice Prophetic, shadows dim,
Are swallowed up in Christ's last victory,
Finished in Him?

5 Yet on the passing brightness of that hour
The shadow of the cross still darkly fell,
As if alone the hiding of His power
Ye dared to tell.

6 Come, O my soul! in holy rapture hear
Tabor and Hermon in His name rejoice,
How good for us to be forever near,
Listening His voice.

7 Lord, pour Thy Spirit all our souls to fill,
Transfigured to the image of Thine own,
Until we rest upon Thy holy hill,

Before the Throne.

Edward A. Dayman, 1866.

"The love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

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8s & 75, double.

OVE divine, all loves excelling,

Fix in us Thy humble dwelling;
All Thy faithful mercies crown ;
Jesus! Thou art all compassion,

Pure unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us, with Thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.

down!

2 Breathe, Oh! breathe Thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast;

Let us all in Thee inherit,

Let us find the promised rest:
Take away our power of sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning!
Set our hearts at liberty.
3 Come, almighty to deliver,

Let us all Thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,

Never more Thy temples leave:
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love.

4 Finish then Thy new creation;
Pure and sinless let us be;
Let us see Thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored in Thee.
Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place;

Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

Charles Wesley, 1746.

"Behold what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us."

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B

S. M.

EHOLD! what wondrous grace
The Father hath bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race

To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But, when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure,

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 If, in my Father's love,

I share a filial part,

Send down Thy Spirit like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;

My faith shall-"Abba, Father!"-cry
And Thou the kindred own.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

"I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia."

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8s & 75, 6 lines.

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LLELUIA, song of sweetness,
Voice of joy that cannot die,

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Alleluia is the anthem

Ever dear to choirs on high;
In the house of God abiding,
Thus they sing eternally.
Alleluia thou resoundest

True Jerusalem and free;
Alleluia, joyful Mother,

All thy children sing with thee:
But by Babylon's sad waters
Mourning exiles now are we.

3 Alleluia cannot always

Be our song while here below;
Alleluia our transgressions

Make us for a while forego;
For the solemn time is coming

When our tears for sin must flow.

4 Therefore in our hymns we pray Thee,
Grant us, blessed Trinity,

At the last to keep Thine Easter
In our home beyond the sky;
There to Thee forever singing
Alleluia joyfully.

Adam St. Victor.

Trans. by J. M. Neale. Altered.

SEPTUAGESIMA.

"Why stand ye here all the day idle?"
L. M.

HE God of mercy warns us all

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From day to day, from year to year;

And each must hear His awful call,

"No longer stand ye idle here."

2 Ye, whose young cheeks with health are bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear, Why will ye waste the morning light?

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Alas, why stand ye idle here?

And ye, whose scanty locks of gray
Foretell your latest travail near,
How swiftly fades your closing day,
And yet ye stand thus idle here.

4 O Thou, in heaven and earth adored,
Who makest erring souls Thy care,
Now call us to Thy vineyard, Lord,

And give us grace to serve Thee there.

Hymn. Christ. & Heber(a)

"Know ye not, that they which run, run all, but one receiveth the

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C. M.

AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,

And press with vigor on!

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around
Holds thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;

Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

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And an immortal crown.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

"So run that ye may obtain."

8s & 75.

WOW the Church's songs of gladness
Change their key to heart and ear-

Now steals on with sober sadness

The dim twilight of her year.

2 Late, her Saviour Lord's appearing

Filled each heart and swelled each strain.
Now the solemn time is nearing

When He passes into pain.

3 Late, tho' round a lowly manger,
Angels sang and glory shone.
Now He passes into danger,

In the wilderness alone.

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