EISENACH. L. M.

Johann Hermann Schein. 1628.

2.

Te Deum.

THEE we adore, eternal Lord!

We praise thy name with one accord; Both heaven and earth do worship thee, Thou Father of eternity!

To thee aloud all angels cry,

Lo, God is here! let us adore,

Thee, holy, holy, holy King,

Lord God of Hosts, they ever sing.

The apostles join the glorious throng;
The prophets swell the immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to thy praise.

From day to day, O Lord, do we
Highly exalt and honor thee;
Thy name we worship and adore,
World without end for evermore.

OLD HUNDRED. L. M.

Let all within us feel his power,
Let all within us seek his grace.

Lo, God is here! him day and night
United choirs of angels sing;
To him, enthroned above all height,
Heaven's host their noblest homage bring.

Being of beings! may our praise
Thy courts with grateful fragrance fill:
Still may we stand before thy face,
Still hear and do thy sovereign will.

G. Tersteegen. 1721.

SAMSON. L. M.

George Frederick Handel. 1742.

4.

Praise to our Creator. Ps. c.

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when, like wandering sheep,
strayed,

He brought us to his fold again.
We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!

we

We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs; High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

Thine own bright ray!
Divinely good thou art;
Thy sacred gifts impart
To gladden each sad heart;
Oh, come to-day!

Come, tenderest Friend, and best,
Our most delightful Guest,

With soothing power:
Rest, which the weary know,
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow,
Peace, when deep griefs o'erflow,
Cheer us, this hour!

Come, Light serene, and still
Our inmost bosoms fill;

Dwell in each breast:
We know no dawn but Thine;
Send forth Thy beams divine,
On our dark souls to shine,
And make us blest!

Robert, King of France. 1031.
Tr. Ray Palmer. 1858.

Speed on thy Word.

LORD of all power and might, Father of love and light,

Speed on thy word:

Oh, let the gospel sound
All the wide world around,
Wherever man is found!

God speed his word.

Hail, blessed Jubilee !
Thine, Lord, the glory be;

Praise ye the Lord!

One for his truth we stand, Strong in his own right hand, Firm as a martyr-band :

God shield his word.

Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force;

God is before:

His word ere long shall run Free as the noon-day sun; His purpose must be done : God bless his word.

Hugh Stowell. 1854.

HARWELL. 8. 7.

Lowell Mason. 1840.

II.

Thrice Holy.

"LORD, thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fulness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
Heaven is still with anthems ringing;
Earth takes up the angels' cry,
"Holy, holy, holy," singing,

"Lord of hosts, the Lord most High!"

Ever thus in God's high praises,

Brethren, let our tongues unite, Whilst our thoughts his greatness raises,

And our love his gifts excite. With his seraph train before him,

With his holy church below,

Thus unite we to adore him,

Bid we thus our anthem flow:

"Lord, thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fulness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,

Holy, holy, holy Lord!
Thus, thy glorious name confessing,
We adopt the angels' cry,
'Holy, holy, holy,'-blessing

Thee, the Lord our God most High!"
Bp. Richard Mant. 1837.

PRAISE to thee, thou great Creator!
Praise be thine from every tongue!
Join, my soul, with every creature,

Join the universal song.
Father, Source of all compassion!

Free unbounded grace is thine:
Hail the God of our salvation!

Praise him for his love divine. For ten thousand blessings given, For the hope of future joy, Sound his praise through earth and heaven, Sound Jehovah's praise on high. Joyfully on earth adore him,

Till in heaven our song we raise ;

There enraptured fall before him,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

The Peace of God.

John Fawcett. 1767.

13.
PEACE of God, which knows no measure,
Heavenly sunlight of the soul,
Peace beyond all earthly treasure,

Come and all our hearts control!
Come, almighty to deliver!

Naught shall make us then afraid;
We will trust in thee for ever,
Thou on whom our hope is stayed!

Anon