141 ZUNDEL Horatio C. King L. M. D. Descend from Heav'n, im-mor-tal Dove; Stoop down, and take us solid pleas-ures never die, And fruits im-mor - tal feast the soul. A-MEN. bb 5 2 O, for a sight, a pleasing sight, Of our almighty Father's throne! There sits our Saviour, crowned with light, Clothed in a body like our own. Adoring saints around Him stand, And thrones and powers before Him fall; The God shines gracious through the Man, And sheds sweet glories on them all. 3 O, what amazing joys they feel, While to their golden harps they sing, And sit on every heavenly hill, And spread the triumph of their King! When shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount, to dwell above, And stand, and bow, among them there, And view Thy face, and sing, and love! Isaac Watts From its pri- mal sleep,- Holy Spirit, breath- ing Breath of life di - vine, Breathe in to our spirits, Blending them with Thine. Light and Life Im-mor-tal! Hear us as we raise Hearts, as well as voic-es, Mingling prayer and praise. A MEN. 2 When the sun ariseth In a cloudless sky, May we feel Thy presence, Light and Life Immortal! etc. 3 When the fight is fiercest Till our work is done, Light and Life Immortal! etc. At anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling, I cry," Sweet Spir - it, come! Ce les-tial breeze, no longer stay, But swell my sails, and speed my way. A-MEN. William H. Neidlinger 2 O sweetest taste within the breast, O grace upon us poured, -6 6 3 O breastplate strong to guard our life, O bond of unity, 4 O surest way, that through the height, and through the lowest deep, 5 And Thou dost ever teach the wise, and freely on them pour |