With Thy prophets' goodly line
We in mystic bond combine;
For Thou hast to babes revealed
Things that to the wise were sealed.

Martyrs, in a noble host,

Of Thy cross are heard to boast;
Since so bright the crown they wear,
Early we Thy cross would bear.

All Thy Church in heaven and earth,
Jesus hail Thy spotless birth;
Own the God, who all has made;
And the Spirit's soothing aid.

Offspring of a Virgin's womb ;
Slain, and Victor o'er the tomb;
Seated on the Judgment-throne,
Number us among Thine own!

Day by day we magnify Thee,
And would evermore be nigh Thee:
Keep us from the Tempter's snare ;
Spare Thy people, Jesu, spare!

James Elwin Millard. 1848.

V.

Te Deum Laudamus.

Thee we adore, eternal Lord!

We praise Thy Name with one accord;
Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see,
Through all the world do worship Thee.

To Thee aloud all angels cry,

And ceaseless raise their songs on high,

Both cherubin and seraphin,

The heavens and all the powers therein.

The Apostles join the glorious throng;

The Prophets swell the immortal song;
The Martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to Thy praise.

Thee, Holy, holy, holy King!

Thee, the Lord God of hosts, they sing:
Thus earth below, and heaven above,
Resound Thy glory and Thy love.

VI.

Thomas Cotterill. 1810.

I give immortal praise

To God the Father's love, For all my comforts here And better hopes above;

He sent His own eternal Son

To die for sins that man had done.

To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,

Who bought us with His blood

From everlasting woe ;

And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all His pains.

To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power

Makes the dead sinner live ;

His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.

Almighty God, to Thee

Be endless honours done; The undivided Three,

And the mysterious One!

Where reason fails with all her powers,

There faith prevails, and love adores.

Isaac Watts. 1709.

VII.

O King of kings, before whose throne
The angels bow, no gift can we
Present that is indeed our own,

Since heaven and earth belong to Thee :
Yet this our souls through grace impart,
The offering of a thankful heart.

O Jesu, set at God's right hand,
With Thine eternal Father plead
For all Thy loyal-hearted band,

Who still on earth Thy succour need;
For them in weakness strength provide,
And through the world their footsteps guide.

O Holy Spirit, Fount of breath,

Whose comforts never fail nor fade, Vouchsafe the life that knows no death,

Vouchsafe the light that knows no shade; And grant, that we through all our days May share Thy gifts, and sing Thy praise. Variation by Thomas Darling. 1857. From John Quarles. 1654.

II.

GOD THE CREATOR.

"I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible."

VIII.

PSALM C.

Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and He destroy.

His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men ;
And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again.

We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise ;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;

Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,

When rolling years shall cease to move.

Isaac Watts. 1719.

Varied by John Wesley. 1737.

IX.

PSALM XCIII.

The Lord Jehovah reigns

And royal state maintains,

His head with awful glories crown'd;
Arrayed in robes of light,

Begirt with sovereign might,
And rays of majesty around.

Upheld by Thy commands,
The world securely stands,

And skies and stars obey Thy word:
Thy throne was fixed on high
Before the starry sky :
Eternal is Thy kingdom, Lord.

In vain the noisy crowd,
Like billows fierce and loud,
Against Thine empire rage and roar :
In vain, with angry spite,

The surly nations fight,

And dash like waves against the shore.

Let floods and nations rage,

And all their powers engage; Let swelling tides assault the sky: The terrors of Thy frown

Shall beat their madness down :

Thy throne for ever stands on high.

Thy promises are true,

Thy grace is ever new ;

There fixed, Thy Church shall ne'er remove :

Thy saints with holy fear

Shall in Thy courts appear,

And sing Thine everlasting love.

Isaac Watts. 1719.