Isles of Shoals Hymn Book and Candle Light Service

RUSSIAN HYMN.

10. 10: 10.10.

ALEXIS THEODORE LwOFF.

82.

83.

We praise thee, O Lord.

WE praise thee, Lord, with earliest morning ray;
We praise thee with the glowing light of day:
All things that live and move, by sea and land,
Forever ready at thy service stand.

Thy Christendom is singing night and day,
"Glory to him, the mighty God, for aye,

By whom, through whom, in whom, all beings are!"
Grant us to echo on the song afar.

Thy name supreme, thy kingdom, in us dwell,
Thy will constrain and feed and guide us well:
Guard us, redeem us in the evil hour;

For thine the glory, Lord, and thine the power!
Johann Franck, 1618-1677.†

O BROTHER man! Fold to thy heart thy brother;
Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there;
To worship rightly is to love each other,

Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
For he whom Jesus loved hath truly spoken!
The holier worship which he deigns to bless
Restores the lost, and binds the spirit broken,
And feeds the widow and the fatherless.
Follow with reverent steps the great example
Of him whose holy work was "doing good;
So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple,
Each loving life a psalm of gratitude.

John Greenleaf Whittier.

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JAMES NARES.

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87.

The Soul aspiring to Heaven. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.

From the world of sin and noise
And hurry, I withdraw ;
For the small and inward voice
I wait with humble awe :
Silent am I now and still;
Dare not in thy presence move;
To my waiting soul reveal
The secret of thy love!

89.

Charles Wesley.

"The Lord is thy Keeper."

SEE the Lord, thy Keeper, stand,

Omnipotently near;

Lo! he holds thee by the hand,

And banishes thy fear;

Shadows with his wings thy head;
Guards from all impending harms;
Round thee and beneath are spread
The everlasting arms.

God shall bless thy going out,
Shall bless thy coming in;
Kindly compass thee about,
And guard from every sin.
He is still our sure defence,
We his ceaseless care shall prove,
Kept by watchful providence

And ever-waking love.

Charles Wesley. †

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