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ORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair
My heart aspires,
With warm desires,
2 O happy souls that pray,
Where God appoints to hear !
And happy they
That love the way
3 They go from strength to strength,
Through this dark vale of tears,
When God our King
Shall thither bring
4 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence ;
On Jacob's race
His special grace
And glory too. 44
RATEFUL notes and numbers bring,
While Jehovah's praise we sing :
Be Thy glorious name adored !
Still our hallelujahs hear :
When with saints above we sing. 3 Lead us to that blissful state
Where Thou reign'st supremely great ;
Send Thy Holy Spirit down.
Guide our footsteps in the way;
And Thy glorious greatness see.
We'll our grateful voices raise :
NOME, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne :
But all their joys are one.
2 “Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“ To be exalted thus !”
« For He was slain for us!”
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine ;
Be, Lord, for ever Thine !
4 Let all creation join in one,
To bless the sacred name
And to adore the Lamb!
E servants of God, your Master proclaim,
And publish abroad His wonderful name ; The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ;
And still He is nigh, His presence we have ; The great congregation His triumph shall sing, Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.
3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud, and honour the Son ;
4 Then let us adore, and give Him His right,
All glory, and power, and wisdom, and might; All honour and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never-ceasing for infinite love.
with Thy blessing,
O refresh us,
2 Thanks we give and adoration
For Thy gospel's joyful sound;
May Thy presence
3 So whene'er the signal's given,
Us from earth to call away,
May we ever
M o'erflow ?
Y God, and is Thy table spread,
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all its sweetness know.
2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood !
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
3 O let Thy table honoured be,
And furnished well with joyful guests :
each soul salvation see,
READ of Heaven! on Thee we feed,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed ;
2 Lord of Heaven ! Thy wounded side
Hath this blessed cup supplied ;
3 Mighty Saviour! risen Lord !
Day by day Thy strength afford;