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The Right Rev. the Lord Bishop of Lincoln | Rev. John Ellerton, M.A.
Mrs. Goadby, for Hymns of the Rev. T.W. The Very Rev. Dean Stanley
ciety, for Hymns by the late James Miss Havergal, for Hymns of her late sister, Edineston, J Kelly, and C. Elliott
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Rev. A. Reed, D.D., and Mrs. Reed
Rev. S. J. Stone, M.A.
Rev. Godfrey Thring, M.A.
Rer. T. V. Tymms
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And to American Authors, viz. :-
Rev. Dr. Ray Palmer
Rev. Dr. S. F. Smith Rev. E. H. Bickersteth, M.A.
Rev. Dr. E. H. Sears Rev. Horatius Bonar, D.D.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Esq. Mrs. E. Charles
Mrs. F. J. Crosby Key Henry Downton, M.A.
Supplemental Symns. .
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, LORD GOD ALMIGHTY: HEAVEN AND EARTH ARE FULL
OF THY GLORY. GLORY BE TO THEE, O LORD MOST HIGH.
1001 Thou art the same, and Thy
GOD THE FATHER: HIS PERFECTIONS.
2 Man's generations rise and pass
Like morning flowers or suamer grass,
esil. The creatures of Thy breath : Ps. 102. 27.
Our life runs onward like a stream; 1 GOD, the Rock of Ages,
We come, and vanish, as a dream,
The prey of sin and death.
3 Unnumbered ills beset our path, Before Thy first creations,
Our days are darkened 'neath Thy wrath, O Lord, the same as now,
And yet how heedless we! To endless generations
O touch with grace each erring heart, The Everlasting Thou !
True wisdom to each soul impart,
And win us all to Thee. 2 Our years are like the shadows On sunny hills that lie,
4 We sink, we perish 'neath Thy frown, Or grasses in the meadows
O send Thy healing mercy down That blossom but to die :
To light our coming years : A sleep, a dream, a story
Then, be they many, be they few, By strangers quickly told,
Thy grace will bear us safely through An unremaining glory
Beyond the reach of tears. Of things that soon are old.
H. T. LYTE. 1834. 3 0 Thou, who canst not slumber, Whose light grows never pale,
habiteth eternity.--Isa. 57. 15. On us Thy mercy lighten,
1 LTERNAL Power, whose high abode On us l'hy goodness rest,
U Becomes the grandeur of a God; And let Thy Špirit brighten
Infinite length beyond the bounds The hearts Thyself hast blest..
Where stars revolve their little rounds : 4 Lord, crown our faith's endeavour With beauty and with grace,
2 Thee while the first Archangel sings, Till. clothed in light for ever,
He hides his face beneath his wings; We see Thee face to face:
And ranks of shining ones around A joy no language measures ;
Fall worshipping and spread the ground. Å fountain brimming o'er;
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? An endless flow of pleasures;
We would adore our Maker too:
From sin and dust to Thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High. 8.8.6.
4 Ear-h from afar has heard Thy fame,
And we have learned to lisp Thy name; that
But, oh! the glories of Thy mind unto wisdom. Ps. 90. 12. 1
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. GOD of glory, God of grace,
From age to age our dwelling-place, 5 God is in heaven and men below; Before Thy throne we bow.
Be short our tunes, our words be few; Ere the vast mountains rose of yore,
A sacred reverence checks our songs, When they and earth shall be no more, And praise sits silent on our tongues. The same, O Lord, art Thou.
ISAAC WATTS. 1709.
1003 The high and lofty One that in
1002 So teach us to number our days,