May we see Thee on Thy Throne As the Saviour we have known, And have followed as our own:
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
May we then, among the blest
Who Thy Name on earth confessed, Hear Thee calling us to rest :
From the awful place of doom, Where in rayless outer gloom Dead souls lie as in a tomb,
From the black, the dull despair Ruined men and angels share,
From the dread companions there,
Save us, Holy Jesu.
From the unknown agonies
Of the soul that helpless lies,
From the worm that never dies,
From the lusts that none can tame, From the fierce mysterious flame,
From the everlasting shame,
Where the Saints in glory reign, Free from sorrow, free from pain, Pure from every guilty stain,
Bring us, Holy Jesu.
Where the captives find release, Where all foes from troubling cease, Where the weary rest in peace,
Where the pleasures never cloy, Where in Angels' holy joy
Thy redeemed their powers employ,
Bring us, Holy Jesu.
Where in wondrous light are shown All Thy dealings with Thine own, Who shall know as they are known,
Bring us, Holy Jesu.
Where with loved ones gone before, We may love Thee and adore, In Thy Presence evermore,
Bring us, Holy Jesu.
TOWER of strength our God doth stand.
Abide with me, fast falls the eventide All glory, laud, and honour All people that on earth do dwell All praise and thanks to God most high All praise to Thee who safe hast kept Almighty God, Thy throne above Almighty God, Thy word is cast Angels from the realms of glory Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat Arise, O Lord, and shine.
Around the throne of God a band As with gladness men of old. At the Lamb's high feast we sing Awake, and sing the song. Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Before Jehovah's awful throne Before Thine awful presence, Lord Blessed city, heavenly Salem Blest are the pure in heart Blest be Thy love, dear Lord Bread of Heaven, on Thee we feed Brief life is here our portion. Bright was the guiding star that led Brightest and best of the sons of the morning
Brightly gleams our banner.
Children of the heavenly King Christ is made the sure foundation.
J. Conder J. M. Neale, tr. H. Auber
Christ is our corner-stone. Christ the Lord is risen again Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day Christ, whose glory fills the skies Christian, seek not yet repose Christians, awake, salute the happy morn Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove Come, Holy Ghost, Eternal God Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire. Come, Holy Spirit, come.
Come let us join our cheerful songs Come, O come, in pious lays
Come, see the place where Jesus lay Come, Thou Holy Spirit, come. Come, Thou long-expected Jesus Come to Thy temple, Lord Come unto me, ye weary Come, ye thankful people, come Creator of mankind. Creator Spirit, by whose aid
Day of wrath, O day of mourning Disposer Supreme
Earth has many a noble city. Eternal beam of light divine.
Father, hear thy children's praises. Father of heaven, whose love profound Father of love, our Guide and Friend. Father, whate'er of earthly bliss. Far from my heavenly home. Far from these narrow scenes of night For all the saints, who from their la-
J. Cooper W. Irons
A. Steele H. F. Lyte A. Steele
For all Thy saints, O Lord For Thy mercy and Thy grace Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go Fountain of good, to own Thy love Fountain of mercy, God of love. From Greenland's icy mountains From highest heaven the Eternal Son.
C. Wesley.
Doddridge & Hall A. Flowerdew
Bishop Heber. Sir H. Baker.
Hail the day that sees Him rise.
Hail to another year Hail to the Lord's anointed Hallelujah, song of gladness Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling
Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes Hark! the herald angels sing Hark! the song of jubilee. Hark! the sound of holy voices. Have mercy on us, God most high He is gone; beyond the skies
He Who once in righteous vengeance. High let us swell our tuneful notes Holy, holy, holy, Lord
Bishop Heber and Archbp. Whately
W. B. Collyer J. H. Gurney I. Williams W. Williams
Holy! holy! holy! Lord God Almighty Holy Jesu, Saviour blest Holy Spirit, in my breast Hosanna to the living Lord
How are Thy servants blest, O Lord How beauteous are their feet
How blest were they who walked in love
P. Doddridge C. Wesley.
J. Montgomery Archd. Wordsworth
F. W. Faber
P. Doddridge
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Bishop Heber.
Bishop Mant Bishop Mant Bishop Heber J. Addison. I. Watts
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