I 2 3 243 lays, Who, ʼmid Thy glory's blaze, The ceaseless anthem raise, We celebrate their love, whose viewless wing The mercies of their King To mortal saints to bring, But Thee, the First and Last, we glorify, sin, The armies of the sky, Therefore, with Angels and Archangels, we And tune our songs to Thee Who art, and art to be, Bp. R. Heber. 4 I 244. For him whose holy pen To glad the sons of men ! 2 Glory to God on high, And peace upon the earth, As at the Saviour's birth. Be lifted every voice, Let every soul rejoice. Let Israel's God be praised ; Up for His people raised.” 5 And when around our path The call of death is heard, According to Thy word.” 6* To God the Father, Son, And Holy Ghost be given H. Alford. St. Simon & St. Jude. I 245 For the Apostles' fostering care, For their preaching and their prayer ; 2 Whom the Lord our God did choose To the farthest lands to go : Holiest seed on earth to sow. 3 In the New Jerusalem Twelve foundations firm are laid : Is the glorious building stayed. / 4. Firmly built on them, may we, Bound to Christ our Corner-stone, One in heart, in doctrine one. 5* God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost we bless; H. Alford. 246. I 2 3 God there in glory reigneth, The Fount of all delight: 4 Those mansions, who attaineth Hath undisturbed repose: 5 Our hope doth there invite us : Our vows all thither tend : 6 Sun of our native country, All glory be to Thee; W. E. Green. (tr.) 247. How bright these glorious spirits shine! Whence all their white array ? Of everlasting day? 2 Lo! these are they from sufferings great Who came to realms of light; Those robes which shine so bright. Tunes every 3 Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, The glories of the sky. mouth to sing ; With glad hosannas ring. Nor suns with scorching ray ; Diffuse eternal day. 6 The Lamb, which dwells amidst the throne, Shall o’er them still preside, And all their footsteps guide. 7 'Mong pastures green He'll lead His flock, Where living streams appear ; 1. Watts & W. Cameron, I 248. This innumerable throng, Hymning one triumphant song? Blessing, honour, glory, power, New dominion every hour.” |