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3 Come, Lord, Thy love alone can raise
In us the heav'nly flame;
Our hearts adore Thy name.
4 Dear Saviour, let Thy glory shine,
And fill Thy dwellings here,
A heav'n on earth appear.
Come, great Redeemer, come!
S. M. 81. CROWN Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne ;
All music but its own ;
Of Him who died for thee,
Thro' all eternity.
The God incarnate born,
Which now His brow adorn;
As of that rose the stem ;
The Babe of Bethlehem.
3 Crown Him the Lord of love ;
Behold His hands and side,
In beauty glorified:
Can fully bear that sight,
At mysteries so bright.
Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
And round His piercèd feet
Their fragrance ever sweet.
The potentate of time,
For Thou hast died for me ;
M. Bridges. 31
S. M. 81.
And hymns of glory sing:
The universal King.
He gave the seas their bound;
And all the solid ground.
Come, bow before the Lord :
We are His works, and not our own;
He formed us by His word.
Nor dare provoke His rod;
10s. As PANTS the wearied hart for cooling
springs, That sinks exhausted in the summer's
chase, So pants my soul for Thee, great King of
kings, So thirsts to reach Thy sacred dwelling
place. 2 Lord, Thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the tedi
ous day; And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of
night, To Thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful
lay. 3 Why faint, my soul ? why doubt Jehovah's
aid ? Thy God the God of mercy still shall
prove ; Within His courts thy thanks shall yet be
paid ; Unquestioned be His faithfulness and love.
Tr. G. Gregory.
10s. FATHER, again in Jesus' name we meet, And bow in penitence beneath Thy feet;
Again to Thee our feeble voices raise,
To sue for mercy, and to sing Thy praise. 2 Oh, we would bless Thee for Thy ceaseless
care, And all Thy work from day to day declare ! Is not our life with hourly mercies crowned ?
Does not Thine arm encircle us around ? 3 Alas! unworthy of Thy boundless love, Too oft with careless feet from Thee we rove;
encouraged by Thy voice, we come, Returning sinners, to a Father's home. 4 Oh, by that name in which all fulness
dwells, Oh, by that 'love which every love excels, Oh, by that blood so freely shed for sin, Open blest mercy's gate, and take us in !
L. E. G. Whitmore. 34
C. M. 81.
And very Light of Light,
That so it might be bright.
Thick darkness blinds our eyes ;
That Thou, our sun, wouldst rise. 2 And even now, though dull and gray,
The east is brightening fast,
That never shall be past.
And we have reached the shore
Art shining evermore.
3 We wait in faith, and turn our face
To where the daylight springs,
With healing in Thy wings.
Both now and ever be ;
J. M. Neale.
8,7,8,7,4,7. GLORY be to God the Father,
Glory be to God the Son,
Washed us from each spot and stain ;
Glory to the Church's King,
Thus the choir of angels sings ;