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Let not his praises grow
On prosperous heights alone,
Let no distress
3. Away distrustful care !
I have thy promise, Lord,
And therefore I
Then I shall numbered be;
The heavens so high
RICHARD BAXTER, 1615-1691. SAINTS OF GOD.
ARTHUR SEYMOUR SULLIVAN, 1842–
A - MEN
0, God is here ! Let us adore, Heaven's hosts their noblest praises bring.
And own how dreadful is this place; Disdain not, Lord, our meaner song, Let all within us feel his power,
Who praise thee with a stammering tongue. And silent bow before his face.
3. Who know his power, his grace who prove, Being of beings, may our praise Serve him with awe, with reverence love.
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill;
Still may we stand before thy face,
GERHARD TERSTEEGEN, 1697-1769.
REAT God, this sacred day of thine Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart !
Demands our souls' collected powers. O may thy word with life divine May we employ in work divine
Engage the ear and warm the heart. These solemn, these devoted hours; Then shall the day indeed be thine ; O may our souls, adoring, own
Then shall our souls, adoring, own The grace which calls us to thy throne. The grace which calls us to thy throne.
ANNE STEELE, 1716-1778.
4. All space is holy, for all space
Nor we alone : may those whose brow Is filled by thee; but human thought Shows yet no trace of human cares, Burns clearer in some chosen place,
Hereafter stand where we do now, Where thine own words of love are taught. And raise to thee still holier prayers !
ANDREWS NORTON, 1786-1853.