3 How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ His risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust, and silent clay,
To realms of everlasting day!

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

4 When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete ;
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death and the curse will be no more:

Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.

5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display,
When all Thy saints from death shall rise
Raptured in bliss beyond the skies!

I

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Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality. Amen.

Fourth Sunday after Easter.

I22.

O SAVIOUR, may we never rest

Till Thou art formed within ;

R. Hill.

Till Thou hast calmed our troubled breast,
And crushed the power of sin.

O may we gaze upon Thy cross,

Until the wondrous sight

Makes earthly treasures seem but dross,

And earthly sorrows light.

3 Until, released from carnal ties,

Our spirit upward springs,

And sees true peace above the skies,
True joy in heavenly things.

4 There as we gaze, may we become United, Lord, to Thee;

And in a fairer, happier home,

Thy perfect beauty see.

Amen.

W. H. Bathurst.

I

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123.

O GOD, Thy grace and blessing give

To us, who on Thy Name attend,
That we this mortal life may live
Regardful of our journey's end.

Teach us to know that Jesus died,

And rose again, our souls to save;
Teach us to take Him as our Guide,

Our Help from childhood to the grave.

3 Then shall not death with terror come,
But welcome as a bidden guest,
The herald of a better home,
The messenger of peace and rest.

4 And, when the awful signs appear

Of Judgment, and the Throne above,
Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear;
God is our trust; and God is Love.

I24.

I MIGHTY Saviour, gracious King,
Now Thy waiting people bless;
Thou that dost deliverance bring,
Come to reign in righteousnesss:
Thou dost heavenly light impart ;
Tune the ear to Zion's song;
Teach and guide the wayward heart;
Loose and prompt the stammering tongue.

2

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Pour Thy Spirit from on high;

Come, Thy mourning Church to bless ;
Streams of life and joy supply;

Fill the world with righteousness:

Light shall then possess Thine own,
Holy quiet, perfect peace;

And where heavenly seed is sown,

Thou wilt give the blest increase. Amen.

Fifth Sunday after Easter.

125.

HOLY Jesus, in whose Name

Thou hast bid Thy servants claim
Of the Father's love, to grant
All the good they wish or want;
Trusting in Thy Name alone,
Draw we near Thy Father's throne.

2 Holy Jesus, at whose Name, Through this universal frame,

By th' Almighty Sire's decree
All its dwellers bow the knee:
To Thy Father's Name we join
In co-equal worship Thine.

3 Son of Man, to whom is given,
With the Majesty of Heaven,
Partner Thou of man's estate,
For mankind to mediate :
Hear us, when to Thee we plead
For Thy flock to intercede.

4 Son of God, to whom of right,
Partner of Thy Father's might,
Sole, adorable, and true,
Empire o'er the world is due :
Hear us, when on Thee we call
For Thy blessing, Lord of all!

5 Saviour of the world, to Thee
Ever bows the Church her knee ;
Thee, her only Advocate,
Thee, exalted to Thy state,
With the Holy Ghost Most High

In the Father's Majesty. Amen.

126.

Bp. R. Mant.

I HAIL, Thou once-despisèd Jesus!

Hail, Thou Galilean King!

Thou didst suffer to release us ;

Thou didst free salvation bring;

2

Hail, Thou agonizing Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame!
By Thy merits we find favour;

Life is given through Thy Name.

Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on Thee laid ;
By Almighty Love anointed,

Thou hast full atonement made:
All Thy people are forgiven

Through the virtue of Thy blood;
Opened is the gate of heaven;

Peace is made 'twixt man and God.

3 Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide;

All the heavenly hosts adore Thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side.
There for sinners Thou art pleading ;
There Thou dost our place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,

Till in glory we appear.

4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give:

Help, ye bright angelic spirits;

Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;

Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Immanuel's praise.

J. Bakewell.