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6,6,6,6,8,8. ONE sole baptismal sign,
One Lord, below, above,
One only watch-word, love :
One priest before the throne,
Redeemer, Lord alone :
His tenderest and His last,
Ere to His throne He passed,
The catholic, the true,
Her broken frame renew :
P. M. 8,7,8,7,6,6,6,6,7. A MIGHTY fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing ;
For still our ancient foe
And, arm'd with cruel hate,
2 Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing ;
Dost ask who that may be ?
From age to age the same,
Should threaten to undo us,
The Prince of darkness grim,
For lo! his doom is sure :
One little word shall fell him.
No thanks to them, abideth ;
Let goods and kindred go,
God's truth abideth still,
Martin Luther. Tr. F. H. Hedge. 637
C. M. Oh, where are kings and empires now
Of old that went and came ?
A thousand years the same.
And her foundations strong ; We hear within the solemn voice
Of her unending song.
3 For not like kingdoms of the world
Thy holy church, O God ! Though earthquake shocks are threatening
And tempests are abroad; 4 Unshaken as eternal hills,
Immovable she stands,
A. C. Coxe.
L. M. O SPIRIT of the living God,
In all Thy plenitude of grace, Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend on our apostate race. 2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word; Give power and unction from above,
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 3 Be darkness, at Thy coming, light ;
Confusion, order, in Thy path ; Souls without strength inspire with might,
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 4 Convert the nations ! far and nigh
The triumphs of the cross record ; The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every people call Him Lord. 5 God from eternity hath willed
All flesh shall His salvation see :
COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
2 Thou the anointing Spirit art,
Who dost Thy sevenfold gifts impart.
3 Thy blessèd unction from above
Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
4 Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight. 5 Anoint and cheer our soiled face
With the abundance of Thy grace.
6 Keep far our foes, give peace at home :
Where Thou art guide, no ill can come. my Teach us to know the Father, Son,
And Thee of both to be but One,
8 That, through the ages all along,
This may be our endless song : 9 Praise to Thy eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Anon. (Latin, loth Cent.) Tr. J. Cosin.
Each in his office wait,
And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame ;
For awful is His name.
3 Watch ! 't is your Lord's command ;
And, while we speak, He's near :
And ready all appear. 4 Oh, happy servant he,
In such a posture found !
P. Doddridge. 641
L. M. LORD, speak to me, that I may speak
In living echoes of Thy tone;
Thy erring children lost and lone.
Firm on the rock, and strong in Thee, I may stretch out a loving hand
To wrestlers with the troubled sea. 3 Oh, teach me, Lord, that I may teach
The precious things Thou dost impart ; And wing my words, that they may reach
The hidden depths of many a heart. 4 Oh, give Thine own sweet rest to me,
That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from Thee,
To weary ones in needful hour.
Until my very heart o'erflow
Thy love to tell, Thy praise to show. 6 Oh, use me, Lord, use even me,
Just as Thou wilt, and when, and where; Until Thy blessèd face I see, Thy rest, Thy joy, Thy glory share.
F. R. Havergal.