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And now He pleads our cause above
Heaven with hosannas rings,
Thy praise responsive sings :
Ascend Thy conquering car,
Maintain the glorious war:
E. Scott. T. Cotterill.
6,6,6,6,8,8 WELCOME, delightful morn,
Thou day of sacred rest ;
Lord, make these moments blest.
And fill His throne of grace ;
While saints address Thy face ;
With all Thy quickening powers,
And bless these sacred hours :
Hayward, in J. Dobell's Coll.
How Jesus rose from death and hell. 2 For by His flock their Lord declared
His resurrection should be shared ;
With Him are risen from the grave. 3 We, one and all, of Him possessed,
Are with exceeding treasures blessed ;
He gives us as our own to share. 4 Eternal glory, rest on high,
A blessèd immortality,
Are all His gifts, and all our own. 5 And therefore unto Thee we sing,
O Lord of peace, eternal King ;
15th Century. Tr. J. M. Neale.
75.6l. HOLY, holy, holy Lord,
God of Hosts, eternal King,
Angels and archangels sing,
To the blessèd Trinity.
And in Thee do all things live,
Praise to Thee let all things give,
3 Thousands, tens of thousands stand,
Spirits blest before Thy throne,
And, when Thy behests are done,
To the blessèd Trinity.
Veil their faces with their wings ;
To behold the King of kings,
5 Thee, apostles, prophets, Thee,
Thee, the noble martyr band,
Thee, the Church in every land,
6 Alleluia, Lord, to Thee,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Join we with the heavenly host,
7,8,7,8,7,7 HARK! the loud celestial hymn,
Angel choirs above are raising.
In unceasing chorus praising,
2 Lo! the apostolic train
Join Thy sacred name to hallow.
And the white-robed martyrs follow ;
Through the church the song goes on. 3 Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee,
Undivided God, we claim Thee ;
While we own the mystery.
By a thousand snares surrounded ;
Never let us be confounded.
C. A. Walworth. 141
7s.81. HOLY, holy, holy Lord
God of hosts! when heaven and earth,
Issued into glorious birth,
Holy, holy, holy Lord !
One Jehovah evermore,
Dust and ashes, would adore :
3 Holy, holy, holy ! all
Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing,
At the footstool of their King :
6,6,6,6,8,8. We give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
And all our hopes above :
2 To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
From everlasting woe:
And endless worship give,
Makes the dead sinner live:
Be endless honors done;
The Godhead only One;