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To frail earthen vessels,
Entrusting Thy riches
Those vessels soon fail,
Though full of Thy light, And at Thy decree
Are broken and gone; Thence brightly appeareth
Thy truth in its might, As through the clouds riven
The lightnings have shone.
Their sound goeth forth,
"Christ Jesus the Lord:" Then Satan doth fear,
His citadels fall: As when the dread trumpets
Went forth at Thy word, And one long blast shattered
The Canaanite's wall.
0 loud be Thy trump,
And stirring the sound To rouse us, O Lord,
Prom slumber of sin; The lights thou hast kindled
In darkness around, O may they illumine
Our spirits within.
All honour and praise,
Dominion and might,
His own marvellous light,
His glory to see. Amen.
316. 8-7, 8-7, 7-7.
Who are these like stars appearing,
These, before God's throne who stand? Each a golden crown is wearing, Who are all this glorious band? Alleluia! hark they sing, Praising loud their heavenly King.
Who are these in dazzling brightness,
Clothed in God's own righteousness; These, whose robes of purest whiteness Shall their lustre still possess,
Still untouched by tune's rude hand,
These are they who have contended
These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Honour, glory, virtue, merit,
To the blessed Three in One, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, While the endless ages run; Holy, Holy, Holy Lord, Evermore be Thou adored. Amen.
How bright these glorious spirits shine,
How came they to the blissful seats
Lo! these are they from sufferings great,
And in the blood of Christ have washed Those robes which shine so bright.
Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the Throne on high,
The glories of the sky.
His presence fills each heart with joy,
Tunes every mouth to sing;
With glad hosannas ring.
Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor suns with scorching ray:
Diffuse eternal day.
The Lamb which dwells amidst the Throne
Shall o'er them still preside;
And all their footsteps guide.
'Hong pastures green He'll lead His flock,
And God, the Lord, from every eye
Fob all Thy saints, O Lord,
Tor all Thy saints, O Lord,
They all, in life and death
For this Thy Name we bless,
Thine earthly members fit
All might, all praise be Thine,
319. L M.
Abound the throne of God a band
Some wait around Him, ready still