2 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord." Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Lord of hosts, the Lord most high!" 3 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord. Thus Thy glorious Name confessing, We adopt Thy angels' cry, 'Holy, Holy, Holy,' blessing Thee the Lord of Hosts most high!” Amen. Bp. R. Mant. I 149. Summa Parens clementiæ. PARENT of all, whose love displayed 2 Fain would we chant to Thee the song, 3 Taught by Thy word this festal day 4 That still our lips Thy praise may show, And with Thy holy church below, I Above with Thy angelic host, Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen. 150. Bishop Mant. (tr.) FATHER of heaven, whose love profound 2 Almighty Son, Incarnate Word, 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is raised from sin and death; 4 Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son; Mysterious Godhead, Three in One! Before Thy throne we sinners bend, Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. Amen. 7. Cooper. I HAVE 2 151. mercy on us, God most high, Who lift our hearts to Thee; Have mercy on us worms of earth, Most Ancient of all mysteries! Before Thy throne we lie; Have mercy now, most merciful, 3 When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown, Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty, 4 How wonderful Creation is, And oh what then must Thou be like? Eternal Loveliness! 5 Most Ancient of all mysteries! F. W. Faber. I 2 152. We love Thee, Lord, yet not alone, Showers down its rich and ceaseless gifts For these Thy gifts we praise Thee, Lord, The incense of Thy children's love We love Thee, Lord, because, when we Thou didst recal our wandering souls When helpless, hopeless, we were lost Thou didst send forth a guiding ray 3 Because, O Lord, Thou loved'st us And sentest forth Thy Son to die Because, when we were heirs of wrath, Thou gavest hopes of heaven: We love because we much have sinned, 153. I IN glorious majesty, how great Must our Creator be, C. Elliott.* Who dwells amidst the dazzling light 2 Our soaring spirits upward rise And the Almighty One. 3 Our reason stretches all its wings, But still how far beneath Thy feet 4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore; 5 For the weak pinions of the mind Can stretch a thought no more. In humble notes our faith adores While angels strain their nobler powers And sweep the immortal string. I. Watts.* I 2 I54. OUR God is love; and all His saints His image bear below: The heart with love to God inspired With love to man will glow. Teach us to love each other, Lord, As we are loved of Thee; For none are truly born of God |