Holy, holy, holy! Thee
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit! we
Dust and ashes, would adore;
Lightly by the world esteem'd,
From the world by Thee redeem'd,
Sing we here with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord',
Holy, holy, holy! All
Heaven's triumphant choirs shall sing,
When the ransom'd nations fall
At the footstool of their King:
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn,
Round the throne with full accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!
P. M.
Hark the sound of the fight hath gone forth,
And we must not tarry at home;
For our Lord from the South and the North,
Has commanded His soldiers to come.
We must on with our banner unfurled;
We must on: 'tis Jesus Who leads:
We must hasten to conquer the world,
With the sign of the Lamb Who bleeds.
Hark the sound of the fight hath gone forth,
And we must not tarry at home,
For our Lord from the South and the North
Has commanded His soldiers to come.
We must stand to our colours like men:
Our Lord is a Leader of love:
For the wounded He heals! and the slain
He crowns in His city above.
We must march to the battle with speed,
Upon earth our one duty is strife:
O how blest are the soldiers who bleed
For the Saviour Who died to give life.
Hark the sound of the fight, &c.
There is Jesus in Heaven above,
There is Jesus on earth below,
And His the one Standard we love-
And His the one watchword we know.
Let us sing the new song of the Lamb—
Let us sing round our banner so brave,
Let us sing of that glorified Blood
Which was shed to redeem and to save.
Hark the sound of the fight, &c.
On the Resurrection morning
Soul and body meet again;
No more sorrow, no more weeping,
Here awhile they must be parted,
And the flesh its sabbath keep,
Waiting in a holy stillness
For a space the tired body
Lies with feet toward the dawn;
Till there breaks the last and brightest
Easter morn.
But the soul in contemplation
Utters earnest prayer and strong;
Breaking at the Resurrection
Into song!
Soul and body reunited
Thenceforth nothing shall divide, Waiting, sure of final glory
Oh! the beauty, oh! the gladness,
Of that Resurrection day!
Which shall not, through endless ages,
Pass away!
On that happy Easter morning
All the graves their dead restore,
Father, sister, child and mother,
To that brightest of all meetings
Bring us Jesu Christ at last;
To Thy Cross through death and judgment,
Litany of the Law.
Eternal Father! I adore
Thee, and Thee only, evermore,
I own no God but Thee.
From every idol that could move
My heart from Thine enduring Love;
Good Lord! deliver me.
From words profane, from praise and prayer
Without due reverence and care,
Good Lord, deliver me.
From thoughts, and words, and deeds of mine On that great day so wholly Thine,
Good Lord, deliver me.
From pride that will not bow with awe
To parent, pastor, throne or law,
Good Lord, deliver me.
From passion that too often leads
To bitter words and bloody deeds,
Good Lord, deliver me.
From sinful thought and wand'ring eye,
Words idle, all impurity,
Good Lord, deliver me.
From will or deed that would when strong Do to a weaker brother wrong,
Good Lord, deliver me.
From words that slander or deceive,
From aught that could my neighbour grieve,
Good Lord, deliver me.
From coveting, which doth let in,
So much of selfishness and sin,
Good Lord, deliver me.
Have mercy on me, Lord incline
My heart to keep hese laws of thine,
Thee to obey, and Thee adore
For ever, and for ever more.
Litany to Jesus in glory.
God the Father, throned on high,
Saviour, Who didst come to die;
Spirit, Who didst sanctify:
Save us, Holy Trinity.
Jesu, Prince of life and light,
Dwelling now in glory bright,
Ruling all things by Thy might,
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
Jesu, evermore the same,
Who didst take our mortal frame,
Who didst die the death of shame;
Hear us, Holy Jesu.
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