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121. 6-6-6-6, 8-8.
Join all the glorious names
Of wisdom, love, and power,
That ever mortals knew,
That angels ever bore;
Great Prophet of my God,
My tongue would bless Thy name;
By Thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came: The joyful news of sins forgiven, Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offered His blood and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside:
My advocate appears
Por my defence on high;
The Pather bows His ears
And lays His thunder by:
My dear Almighty Lord,
Thy sceptre and Thy sword
Thy reigning grace I sing: Thine is the power, behold I sit In willing bonds before Thy feet. Amen.
Gloht, glory to our King!
Crowns wuading wreathe His head! Jesus is the name we sing;
Jesus risen from the dead; Jesus, conqueror o'er the grave; Jesus, mighty now to save.
Jesus is gone up on high,
Angels come to meet their King;
Shouts triumphant rend the sky,
"While the Victor's praise they sing:—
"Open now, ye heavenly gates, .
'Tis the King of glory waits."
Now behold Him high enthron'd!
Glory beaming from His face! By adoring angels own'd,
God of holiness and grace! 0, for hearts and tongues to sing, "Glory, glory to our King."
Jesus, on Thy people shine!
Warm our hearts, and tune our tongues, That with angels we may join,
Share their bliss, and swell their songs; Glory, honour, praise, and power, Lord, be Thine for evermore! Amen.
Redeemeb! now Thy work is done,
A radiant cloud is now Thy seat,
The angel host enraptured waits,
Our great High Priest and Shepherd Thou
And thence the Church, Thy chosen Bride,
O Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care,
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Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
Thy blessed unction from above
Anoint and cheer our soiled face
Teach us to know the Father, Son,
Praise to Thy eternal merit,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen.
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Spikit Of Tbuth, on this Thy day
To Thee for help we cry,
Of dark mortality.
We ask not, Lord, the cloyen flame
Or tongues of various tone, But long Thy praises to proclaim
With fervour in our own.
We mourn not that prophetic skill
Is found on earth no more: Enough for us to trace Thy will
In Scripture's sacred lore.
We neither have nor seek the power
111 demons to control, But Thou in dark temptation's hour
Shall chase them from the soul.
No heavenly harpings soothe our ear,
No mystic dreams we share,
And bless Thee in our prayer.
When tongues shall cease and power decay,
And knowledge empty prove,
With Faith, with Hope, with Love.