Thou-sands on-ly live to bless Thee,And con-fess Thee Lord of might. A-men. DUNDEE C.M. 101 Scotch Psalter, 1615 My God, how won - der - ful Thou art, Thy majesty how bright, ful Thy mer - cy - seat In depths of burn-ing light. A-men. great, And arm'd with cru-el hate, On earth is not His qual. A-men. 2 Did we in our own strength confide, 3 And though this world, with devils 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 4 That word above all earthly powers- This mortal life also; God's truth abideth still; MARTIN LUTHER, 1529. Tr. by F. H. HEDGE, 1852 ANAGOLA C. M. D. 4 105 J. H. CROSSLEY, 1876 9:4 4 O God, we praise Thee,and con-fess, That Thou the on- ly Lord And er-last-ing Father art, By all the earth a Thee all angels cry a - loud; To Thee the powers on high, Both Cher-u - bim and Ser a-phim, Con - tin - ual - ly do cry: A-men. 2 O holy, holy, holy Lord, Of Thy majestic sway. And prophets crowned with light, With all the martyrs' noble host, Thy constant praise recite. 3 The holy church throughout the world, Of boundless majesty. Tr. by NAHUM TATE, 1703 3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn; 5 Grant us Thy truth to make us free, Our noontide is Thy, gracious dawn; And kindling hearts that burn for Thee, OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, 1848 |