Rev. iv. 8. 1 "Which was, and is, and is to come." Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in earth, and sky, and sea; Bp. Reginald Heber (1783—1826), 1829 Our Shield and De-fender, The An- cient of days, Pa- vil-ioned in splendor, And gird ed with praise. 4 “ Light of Light," To Thy living waters lead me; And with grace and mercy feed me; Rich in fruits that Thou dost love. 3 Kindle Thou the sacrifice That upon my lips is lying; That, from every error flying, Holy, holy, holy, singing, All my soul to Thee up-springing, Have a foretaste inly given, How they worship Thee in Heaven. 5 Rest in me and I in Thee, Build a paradise within me: O reveal Thyself to me, Blessed Love, who died'st to win me; Fed from Thine exhaustless urn, Pure and bright my lamp shall burn. 6 Hence all care, all vanity, For the day to God is holy: Come, thou glorious Majesty, Deign to fill this temple lowly ; Naught to-day my soul shall move, Simply resting in Thy love. Rev. Benjamin Schmolke (1672–1737), 1704 Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth (1829–1878), 1858. 5 4 Thou who hast gone up on high, 2 Let Thy grace, like morning dew, Grant that when Thy trumpet soundeth, Fall on hearts in Thee confiding ; When with glory, in the sky, Thy sweet comfort, ever new, Thee the cloud of saints surroundeth, Fill our souls with strength abiding; We may stand among Thine own, Round Thy throne. 5 Lead us to the golden shore, o Thou rising Sun of Morning, 3 Give the flame of love, to burn Till the bands of sin it breaketh, Lead where tears shall flow no more, Till, at each new day's return Where all sighs to songs are turning, Purer light my soul awaketh ; Where Thy glory sheds alway Perfect day. 0, ere twilight come, let me Knorr von Rosenroth (1636 1688), 1684. Rise to Thee. Tr. by Rev. John Henry Hopkins (1820– ), 1866, Sl. alt. |