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Thon Who dost all gifts impart,
Shine, Sweet SPIRIT, in my heart;
Best of gifts Thyself bestow;
Make me burn Thy love to know.
GOD, the Blessed THREE in ONE,
Dwell within my heart alone;
Thou dost give Thyself to me,
May I give myself to Thee. Amen.
AGAIN the LORD's own day is here,
The day to Christian people dear,
As, week by week, it bids them tell
How JESUS rose from death and hell.
For by His flock their LORD declared
His resurrection should be shared;
And they who trust in Him to save;
In Him are risen from the grave.
We, one and all, of Him possest,
Are with exceeding treasures blest;
For all He did, and all He bare,
He gives us as our own to share.
Eternal glory, rest on high,
A blessed immortality,
True peace and gladness, and a throne,
Are all His gifts, and all our own.
And therefore unto Thee we sing,
O LORD of Peace, Eternal King;
Thy love we praise, Thy Name adore,
Both on this day and evermore. Amen.
On Saints' Days.
How bright those glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?
Lo, these are they from sufferings great
Who came to realms of light;
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,
And serve the GOD they love amidst
The glories of the sky.
Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor sun with scorching ray;
GOD is their Sun, Whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.
The LAMB, Who reigns upon the throne, Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
'Mid pastures green He'll lead His flock,
Where living streams appear; And GOD the LORD from every eye Shall wipe off every tear.
TO FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST,
The GOD Whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore. Amen.
See! His Hands and Feet are fastened,
So He makes His people free:
Not a wound whence Blood is flowing
But a Fount of Grace shall be;
Yea the very nails which nail Him
Nail us also to the Tree.
Through His Heart the spear is piercing,
Though His foes have seen Him die;
Blood and Water thence are streaming
In a tide of mystery,
Water from our guilt to cleanse us,
Blood to win us crowns on high.
JESU, may those precious Fountains
Drink to thirsting souls afford;
Let them be our Cup and Healing,
And at length our full Reward;
So a ransomed world shall ever
Praise Thee, its Redeeming LORD, Amen.
Now that the daylight fills the sky,
We lift our hearts to God on high,
That He, in all we do or say,
Would keep us free from harm to-day.
May He restrain our tongues from strife,
And shield from anger's din our life,
And guard with watchful care our eyes
From earth's absorbing vanities.
O may our inmost hearts be pure,
From thoughts of folly kept secure,
And pride of sinful flesh subdued
Through sparing use of daily food.
So we, when this day's work is o'er,
And shades of night return once more,
Our path of trial safely trod,
Shall give the glory to our GOD.
All praise to GOD the FATHER be;
All praise, Eternal SON, to Thee;
Whom, with the SPIRIT, we adore
For ever and for evermore. Amen.
NEW every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove;
Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of Gop, new hopes of heaven.
If on our daily course our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
GOD will provide for sacrifice.
The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we need to ask,
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer GOD.
Only, O LORD, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray. Amen.
HARK! a thrilling voice is sounding;
"Christ is nigh," it seems to say;
"Cast away the dreams of darkness,
O ye children of the day!"
Wakened by the solemn warning,
Let the earth-bound soul arise;
CHRIST, her Sun, all ill dispelling,
Shines upon the morning skies.
Lo! the LAMB, so long expected,
Comes with pardon down from heaven;
Let us haste, with tears of sorrow,
One and all to be forgiven:
That when next He comes with glory,
And the world is wrapped in fear,
With His mercy He may shield us,
And with words of love draw near.