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FENITON COURT 85,

76. 61.

E. J. Hopkins (1818-1901)

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Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord who came to die.
4 From the highest throne of glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
Thou didst stoop to ransom captives;
Flow my praise, for ever flow.
Re-ascend, immortal Saviour,
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne:
Thence return, and reign for ever:
Be the kingdom all Thine own!

2 Thou art gone up before us, Lord, To make for us a place,

That we may be where now Thou art, And look upon Thy face.

3 Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds, Let Thy dear grace be given,

That while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in heaven;

4 That where Thou art at God's right hand, Our hope, our love may be:

Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell
For evermore in Thee.