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ALL praise to the Father, the Son,
And Spirit, thrice holy and bless'd,
Th' eternal, supreme Three in One,
Was, is, and shall still be address'd.
ALL praise to the Father, all praise to the Son,
All praise to the Spirit, thrice bless'd,
The holy, eternal, supreme Three in One,
Was, is, and shall still be address'd.
O FATHER, Almighty, to thee be address'd,
With Christ and the Spirit, one God ever bless'd
All glory and worship from earth and from heaven,
As was, and is now, and shall ever be given.
ALL glory and praise to the Father be given,
The Son, and the Spirit, from earth and from heaven;
As was, and is now, be supreme adoration,
And ever shall be, to the God of salvation.
For Hymns 145 and 185.
To the Father, to the Son,
And Spirit, ever bless'd,
Everlasting Three in One,
All worship be address'd:
Praise from all above, below,
As throughout the ages past,
Now is given, and shall be so
While endless ages last.
When used to Hymn 185, in line 6, read,
As was throughout the ages past.
OME, let us adore Him; come, bow at his feet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies.
Whenever the Hymns are used at the celebration of Divine Service, a certain portion or portions of the Psalms of David in metre shall also be sung.
"SHOWING WHERE TO FIND EACH HYMN BY THE BEGINNING
A CHARGE to keep I have....................
Ah, how shall fallen man..
Alas, what hourly dangers rise.....
All glorious God, what hymns of praise..
Almighty Father, bless the word
Almighty Lord, before thy throne
Although the vine its fruit deny.
And are we now brought near to God
And wilt thou, O eternal God
And will the Judge descend...
Another six days' work is done....
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat.
Arise, my soul, with rapture rise
As, panting in the sultry beam
As, when the weary traveller gains
As o'er the past my memory strays.
As the sweet flower that scents the morn
Awake, my soul, and with the sun.
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Awake, ye saints, awake...
Before Jehovah's awful throne.
Begin my soul, th' exalted lay.
Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth
Be still, my heart; these anxious cares.
Bless'd be thou, the God of Israel
Blest is the man whose softening heart.
Blest is the tie that binds...
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Children of the heavenly King
Christ from the dead is raised, and made
Christ the Lord is risen to-day
Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come.
Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove.
Come, let our voices join...
Come, Lord, and warin each languid heart.
Come, ve that love the Lord.
Deluded souls, that dream of heaven..
Disown'd of heaven, by man oppress'd....
Dread Jehovah, God of nations..
Eternal source of every joy
Faith is the Christian's evidence
Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone..
Father of mercies, in thy word
Father of all, whose love profound
Father of mercies, bow thine ear..
Father, to thee, my soul I lift....
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss...
Few are thy days, and full of woe..
Fountain of mercy, God of love
From all that dwell below the skies
From Greenland's icy mountains
From whence these direful omens round
Glory to thee, my God, this night
Glory to the Father give
God moves in a mysterious way..
God of the seas, thine awful voice.
God of our Fathers, by whose hand.
Go forth, ye heralds, in my name.
"Go preach my Gospel," saith the Lord
Grace, 'tis a charming sound
Great first of beings! mighty Lord
Great God, this sacred day of thine
Great God, to thee my evening song..
Great God, what do I see and hear..
Great God, with wonder and with praise
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Hail! thou long-expected Jesus
Hail to the Lord's Anointed..
Hark! from the tombs a mournful sound
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes
Hark! the herald angels sing.
Hasten, sinner, to be wise.
Hear, gracious God, my humble moan
Hear what the voice from heaven declares
He dies, the friend of sinners dies..
He's come, let every knee be bent.
Heirs of unending life..
High on the bending willows hung
How beauteous are their feet
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
How long shall earth's alluring toys.
How helpless guilty nature lies..
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
How short the race our friend has run..
How wondrous and great
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Praise to God, immortal praise...
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire-