PARK STREET. L. M.

Frederick Marc Antoine Venua. (1788-) 1810.

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"Most Hidden and Most Manifest."
Ex. xxxiii. 20.

2 The glory no man may abide

Doth visit us, a gracious Guest;
Thou whom "excess of light" doth hide
Here shinest sweetly manifest.

3 But sweetest, Lord, dost Thou appear
In the dear Saviour's smiling face:
The Heavenly Majesty draws near
And offers us its soft embrace.
4 To us vain searchers after God,

To us the Holy Ghost doth come;
From us Thou hidest Thine abode;

But Thou wilt make our souls Thy home.

5 O Glory that no eye may bear!

O Presence bright, our souls' sweet Guest! O Farthest off, O ever Near!

Most Hidden and Most Manifest!

1 GOD is the name my soul adores,
Th' almighty Three, th' eternal One:
Nature and grace, with all their powers,
Confess the Infinite Unknown.

2 Thy voice produced the seas and spheres, Bade the waves roar, and planets shine; But nothing like Thyself appears

Through all these spacious works of Thine.

3 Still restless nature dies and grows; From change to change the creatures run; Thy being no succession knows,

And all Thy vast designs are one.

4 A glance of Thine runs through the globes,
Rules the bright world, and moves their frame:
Broad sheets of light compose Thy robes,
Thy guards are formed of living flame.

5 Who can behold the blazing light?
Who can approach consuming flame?
None but Thy Wisdom knows Thy might,
None but Thy Word can speak Thy name.
Rev. Isaac Watts. 1706. ab

MILGROVE. 7, 6. D.

Benjamin Milgrove. 1810.

2 Thee, the first-born sons of light,

In choral symphonies,

Praise by day, day without night,

And never, never cease: Angels and archangels, all

Praise the mystic Three in One; Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall, O'erwhelmed before Thy throne

3 Vying with that happy choir

Who chant Thy praise above, We on eagles' wings aspire,

The wings of faith and love: Thee they sing with glory crowned, We extol the slaughtered Lamb; Lower if our voices sound,

Our theme is still the same.

4 Father, God, Thy love we praise,
Which gave Thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify;
Spirit, Comforter divine,

Praise by all to Thee be given,
Till we in full chorus join,

And earth is turned to heaven.
Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708-1788.) 1749. sl. alt.

I PRAISE the Lord, who reigns above,

And keeps His courts below;
Praise the holy God of love,

And all His greatness show;

Praise Him for His noble deeds,
Praise Him for His matchless power;
Him, from whom all good proceeds,
Let earth and heaven adore.

2 Publish, spread, to all around
The great Jehovah's name;
Let the trumpet's martial sound
The Lord of Hosts proclaim:
Praise Him, every tuneful string,
All the reach of heavenly art;
All the power of music bring,
The music of the heart.

3 Him, in whom they move and live,
Let every creature sing;
Glory to their Maker give,

And homage to their King:
Hallowed be His name beneath,

As in heaven on earth adored;
Praise the Lord in every breath;
Let all things praise the Lord.

Rev. Charles Wesley. 1743. ab

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"Te Deum laudamus."

2 To Thee all angels cry aloud;
To Thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,
Continually do cry:

3 O Holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled

Of Thy majestic sway.

4 The apostles' glorious company,
And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,
Thy constant praise recite.

5 The holy church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses Thee,
That Thou eternal Father art,
Of boundless majesty.

6 Thy honored, true, and only Son,
And Holy Ghost, the spring

O Lord God, heavenly King, the God
And Father of all might:

3 And Thou, begotten Son of God,
Before all time begun;

O Jesus Christ, God, Lamb of God,
The Father's only Son:

4 Have mercy, Thou that tak'st the sins Of all the world away;

Have mercy, Saviour of mankind,
And hear us when we pray.

5 O Thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand, Upon the Father's throne,

Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ,
Who art the Holy One!

6 Thou Lord, who with the Holy Ghost, Whom earth and heaven adore,

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ab.

We bless, we praise, we worship Thee, And glorify Thee still;

2 And thanks for Thy great glory give, That fills our souls with light;

In glory of the Father art

Most high for evermore.

Tate and Brady's Supplement. 1708.

Τριφεγγὴς Μονὰς θεαρχική.

I O UNITY of Threefold Light,
Send out Thy loveliest ray,
And scatter our transgressions' night
And turn it into day.

2 Make us those temples pure and fair Thy glory loveth well,

The spotless tabernacles where

Thou may'st vouchsafe to dwell.