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The trumpet sounds, the opening graves
Obey the dread command,

And angels force the risen dead
Around their judge to stand.

Now all who left the world for CHRIST,
By CHRIST are raised on high;

Yea, all who loved their lowly GoD,
And shared His poverty.

But lo, the Cross, which once the Jew
And Gentile dared despise,

The saint's delight, the sinner's scorn,
Shines brightly in the skies!

That Cross those wicked men behold,
But find no mercy there;

It only serves to seal their fate,
And heighten their despair.

LORD, may we never to such guilt,
Or to such downfall come,

O save us from the sinner's path,
And from the sinner's doom |

O future Judge, to Thy great Name
Be praise and glory given;

To FATHER, and to Holy GHOST,
By all in earth and heaven.

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“o send out Thy Light and Thy Truth, that they may lead me, and bring me unto Thy holy hill, and to Thy dwelling.” 85. OTHou, gone up, our Harbinger, To Heaven's dread palaces, Look on us lying helpless here, And lift us to the skies.

May holy love the stair supply
To those pure joys divine,

Which undiscerned by nature's eye
In Faith's true mirror shine.

Where GoD doth His tried children own,
In Him for ever blest;

He, All in All, their toils doth crown,
And is Himself their rest.

Thy grace alone to Thee can lead,
And place us near Thy Throne:

Do Thou to help us in our need,
Send down Thy Holy One.

Praise Him Who sits at God's right hand,
Praise FATHER, as is meet,

And to all time in every land,
Praise the Dread Paraclete.

“Thy counsel, O Lord, who hath known, except Thou give wisdom, and send Thy Holy SPIRIT from above?” 86. RULER of the hosts of light, Death hath yielded to Thy might, And Thy Blood hath o a road, Which will lead us back to GoD.

From Thy dwelling-place above,
From Thy FATHER's Throne of love,
Look upon us here below,
Do not leave us in our woe.

Now Thou sittest on Thy Throne,
By Thy death, Thy sorrows won,
Now perform the promise given,
Send the Holy GHosT from heaven.

Praise the SoN, Who reigns on high
With the FATHER in the sky:
And the Holy GHosT adore,
Three in One, for evermore.


“The Spirit of Truth, Whom the world cannot receive, because it seeth Him not, neither knoweth Him; but ye know Him; for He dwelleth with you, and shall be in you.” 87. CoME, Holy GHosT, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire :

Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy seven-fold gifts impart.

Thy blessed Unction from above,
Is comfort, life, and fire of love
Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight.

Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of Thy grace:
Keep far our foes, give peace at home;
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come.

Teach us to know the FATHER, SoN,
And Thee of Both to be but One:
That through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song:
Praise to Thine eternal merit,

“And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost.”

88. CoME, Holy GHosT, Who ever One

Art with the FATHER and the SoN ;
Come, Holy GHOST, our souls possess
With Thy full flood of holiness.

Let mouth and heart and flesh combine,
To herald forth our Creed divine;
And love so wrap our mortal frame,
Others may j the living flame

This grace on Thy redeemed confer,
FATHER of love, Co-equal SoN,
And Holy GHOST, the Comforter,
For ever Blessed Three in One.

“I will pour out My Spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.”

89. Above the starry spheres,

To where He was before,
CHRIST had gone up, soon from on high
The FATHER's gift to pour.

And now had fully come
On mystic circle borne,

Of seven times seven revolving days,
The Pentecostal morn:

When, as the Apostles knelt
At the third hour in prayer,

A sudden rushing sound proclaimed
The GoD of Glory near.

Forthwith a tongue of fire
Alights on every brow;-

Each breast receives the FATHER's light
The Word's enkindling glow,

The HOLY GHOST on all
Is mightily outpoured,

Who straight in divers tongues declare
The wonders of the LoRd.

ile strangers of all climes
Flock round from far and near,
And with amazement, each at once,
Their n ve accents hear.

But Judah faithless still,
Denies the Hand Divine,

And madly jeers the Saints of CHRIST
As drunk with new-made wine.

Till Peter in the midst
Stood up and spake aloud;
And their perfidious falsity
By Joel's witness showed.
Praise to the FATHER be
Praise to the SON Who rose !
Praise, Holy Paraclete, to Thee!
While age on ages flows.

“Take not Thy Holy Spirit from me: restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation, and uphold me with Thy free Spirit.”

90. AGAIN the circling seasons tell The blest and joyous hour,

When erst upon the Apostles fell
The Spirit's hallowing shower.

In flame-drops lights the thrilling Fire,
A tongue its mystic form,

Each mouth with wisdom to inspire,
With love each heart to warm.

In every tongue their voice is heard:
The Gentiles tremble round;

The hearts in whom the Spirit stirred,
They deem in new wine drowned.

To Thee, All-pitying LORD, we pray,
To Thee adoring bend,

Ty Spirit Blest from Heaven this day

nus Thy suppliants send.

Thou, Who in ages past didst pour
Thy graces from above,

Thy grace in us, when lost, restore, *
And stablish peace and love.

To GoD the FATHER, glory be,
And SoN from death upraised,

And Holy SPIRIT, Persons Three,
One GoD for ever praised.

Crimity #umbap. “O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of GoD ! how unsearchable are His judgments, and His ways past finding out.” 91. THRICE Holy GoD, of wondrous might, O TRINITY of love divine, To Thee belongs unclouded light, And everlasting joys are Thine.

About Thy Throne dark clouds abound,
About Thee shine such dazzling rays,
That Angels, as they stand around
Are fain to tremble as they gaze.
Thy new-born people, gracious LORD,
onfess Thee in Thine own great Name;

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