In garments bright of virgin white

It is not that the wave can wash our GOD

JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day

JESU lives! no longer now

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JESU, Redeemer of the world

JESU! the very thought of Thee
JESU, the world's Redeeming LORD

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JESU! Who didst Thy pastor crown
Lo, from the desert homes

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Lo! He comes with clouds descending

Lo, the golden light is peering

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LORD of all power! at Whose command
LORD of eternal truth and might

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LORD of immensity sublime

Lovely flowers of martyrs, hail

Maker of all things, aid our hands

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Maker of men! Who by Thyself
Morning lifts her dewy veil
Morn of morns, and day of days
Night, and clouds in darkness sailing
Now daily shines the sun more fair
Now JESUS lifts His prayer on high
Now, my soul, thy voice upraising.
Now the sun on high is gleaming
Now the day's declining wheel
Now with the slow revolving year
O Blessed Saint of snow-white purity
O CHRIST! Our Hope, our hearts' Desire
O CHRIST! Who hast prepared a place
O CHRIST! that art the Light and Day
O'erwhelmed in depths of woe
Of the martyrs we sing

Of Thy true soldiers, mighty LORD.
O GoD of our salvation, LORD

O Heavenly Jerusalem

Sion! open wide thy gates
O SPIRIT, Fount of holy love
O Thou eternal King most high
O Thou eternal Source of love
O Thou, gone up, our Harbinger
O Thou, the FATHER'S Image blest
O Thou, the Heaven's eternal King
O Thou, Who by a star didst guide
O Thou, Who dost all nature sway
O Thou, Who dwellest bright on high

O Thou, Whose Throne is hid from men
O'tis our duty first of all

Our GoD in His celestial seat

Our praise Thou need'st not, but Thy love
O Word of God above

O ye, who followed CHRIST in love
Protected by the Almighty Hand
Regard our vows with gracious eye
Rightful prince of martyrs thou
Rock of Ages! cleft for me
Ruler of the hosts of light

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Than mightiest cities mightier far
The Advent of our King and GOD

The Apostles wept with hearts forlorn .

The cock's shrill horn proclaims the morn
The deep a two-fold offspring bore

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Thrice Holy GoD, of wondrous might
Through Judah's land the SAVIOUR walks
Thy promise, LORD, is our sure stay

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