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6,6,6,6,8,8. ONE sole baptismal sign,

One Lord, below, above,
Zion, one faith is Thine,

One only watch-word, love :
From different temples though it rise,
One song ascendeth to the skies.
2 Our sacrifice is one ;

One priest before the throne,
The slain, the risen Son,

Redeemer, Lord alone :
Thou who didst raise Him from the dead,
Unite Thy people in their Head.
3 Oh, may that holy prayer,

His tenderest and His last,
His constant, latest care

Ere to His throne He passed,
No longer unfulfilled remain,
The world's offence, His people's stain !
4 Head of Thy church beneath,

The catholic, the true,
On all her members breathe,

Her broken frame renew :
Then shall Thy perfect will be done,
When Christians love and live as one.

G. Robinson.


P. M. 8,7,8,7,6,6,6,6,7. A MIGHTY fortress is our God,

A bulwark never failing ;
Our helper He, amid the food
Of mortal ills prevailing.

For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow'r are great,

And, arm'd with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

2 Did we in our own strength confide,

Our striving would be losing ;
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing.

Dost ask who that may be ?
Christ Jesus, it is He ;
Lord Sabaoth is His name,

From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with demons filled,

Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.

The Prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him ;
His rage we can endure,

For lo! his doom is sure :

One little word shall fell him.
4 That word above all earthly powers,

No thanks to them, abideth ;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth.

Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also ;
The body they may kill ;

God's truth abideth still,
His Kingdom is for ever.

Martin Luther. Tr. F. H. Hedge. 637

C. M. Oh, where are kings and empires now

Of old that went and came ?
But, Lord, Thy Church is praying yet,

A thousand years the same.
2 We mark her goodly battlements,

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 mountain that shall fill the earth,
A house not made by hands.

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 :
So be The Father's love fulfilled,
The Saviour's sufferings crowned thro'

J. Montgomery.



COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire,
And lighten with celestial fire.

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.


S. M.
YE servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word

And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright,

And trim the golden flame ;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,

For awful is His name.

3 Watch ! 't is your Lord's command ;

And, while we speak, He's near :
Mark the first signal of His hand,

And ready all appear. 4 Oh, happy servant he,

In such a posture found !
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

P. Doddridge. 641

L. M. LORD, speak to me, that I may speak

In living echoes of Thy tone;
As Thou hast sought, so let me seek,

Thy erring children lost and lone.
2 Oh, strengthen me, that while I stand

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.
5 Oh, fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,

Until my very heart o'erflow
In kindling thought and glowing word,

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.

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