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Had every monarch from his throne
By Jesus' arm been hurld;
The sceptre of the world ;-
Had all the orient gems
Blaz'd on their dia dems:
Old Time had seen their power
And wither like a flower.
3 This Jesus knew : and, ere the thorns
Around his head were prest,
He spread for all, and blest.
Around this goblet's brim :
THE MEMORY OF HIM.
1 O THOU who art above all height !
Our God, our Father, and our Friend! Beneath thy throne of love and light
Let thine adoring children bend.
2 We kneel in praise,--that here is set
A vine that by thy culture grew; We kneel in prayer—that thou wouldst wet Its opening leaves with heavenly dew.
3 Since this thy servant now hath given
Himself, his powers, his hopes, his youth, To the great cause of truth and heaven;
Be thou his guide, O God of truth! 4 Here may his doctrine drop like rain,
His speech like Hermon's dew distil, Till green fields smile, and golden grain
Ripe for the harvest, waits thy will. 5 And when he sinks in death ; by care,
Or pain, or toil, or years opprest; O God! remember then our prayer;
And take his spirit to thy rest.
1 ETERNAL Spirit, Source of light,
Enlivening, consecrating Fire, Descend, and with celestial heat
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire; Our souls refine, our dross consume;
Come, condescending Spirit, come! 2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark
Of that pure flame which seraphs feel! Nor let us wander in the dark,
Or lie benumb'd and stupid still. Come, vivifying Spirit, come !
And make our hearts thy constant home. 3 Let pure devotion's fervors rise !
Let every pious passion glow!
Kindle in our cold hearts below.
1 NO war nor battle's sound
Was heard the world around, No hostile chiefs to combat ran;
But peaceful was the night
In which the Prince of light His reign of peace on earth began. 2 The shepherds on the lawn,
Before the point of dawn, In social circle sat;-around,
Their gentle, fleecy brood,
Or cropp'd the flowery food, Or slept or sported on the ground. 3 When, lo! with ravish'd ears,
Each swain sweet music hears, The offspring of no mortal hand;Divinely warbled voice,
Answering the stringed noise, With rapture charm’d the listening hando 4 Sounds of so sweet a tone
Before were never known, Save when the “sons of morning sung,
While God dispos’d in air
The constellations fair, And this great world amidst them hung. 5 “Hail! hail, auspicious morn!
The Saviour Christ is born!
Glory to God in heaven!
For all the blessings of the light:
Beneath thine own almighty wings ! 2 Forgive me, Lord! through thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day bave done;
I, ere I sleep at peace may be.
And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close! Sleep that shall me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake. 4 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise him, all creatures here below!
L. P. M.
The extended trade, the fruitful skies,
All from thy boundless goodness rise. 2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store; Which pours from every foreign shore;
Science and art their charms display ;
As truth and conscience point the way,
3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs:
Here still may God in mercy reign ; Crown our just counsels with success, With peace and joy our borders bless,
And all our sacred rights maintain.
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Thanksgiving for Divine Mercy. 1 SOVEREIGN Lord of light and glory!
Author of our mortal frame ! Joyfully we bow before thee,
And extol thy holy name: Hallelujah! Ever sacred be the theme
2 Kind Dispenser of each blessing
Which surrounds the human race! May we, gratefully possessing,
Still adore thy boundless grace: Hallelujah! Praise to God, immortal praise !
3 Thus, with humble adoration,
We attend before thy throne ;
Thine abundant mercy own:
4 In thy every dispensation,
Love and mercy we descry! Thou, the God of our salvation,
To preserve us still art nigh: Hallelujah! Glory be to God on high.