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" They rest not day and night, saying, Holy, holy, holy."
1 HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty,
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty,
God in three persons, blesséd Trinity.
2 Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the
glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
3 Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may
not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
4. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth
and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in three persons, blesséd Trinity.
Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827.
L.M. “ The Lord, not far from every one of us." 1 FATHER and Friend, thy light, thy love,
Beaming through all thy works we see;. Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of thee.
2 Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel,
Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight, Involved in clouds, invisible,
Reignest the Lord of life and light. 3 We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens thy throne may be, But this we know, that where thou art,
Strength, wisdom, goodness dwell with thee. 4 And through the various ways of time,
And through the infinity of space, We follow thy career sublime,
And all thy wondrous footsteps trace. 5 Thy children shall not faint or fear,
Sustained by this delightful thought, Since thou their God art everywhere, They cannot be where thou art not.
Sir John Bowring. 1824.
88,88,88. " Search me, O God, and know my heart." 1 SEARCHER of hearts, to thee are known
The inmost secrets of my breast; At home, abroad, in crowds, alone,
Thou mark'st my rising and my rest, My thoughts far off, through every maze, Source, stream, and issue,—all my ways.
2 How from thy presence should I go,
Or whither from thy Spirit flee,
Exist in thine immensity?
3 How precious are thy thoughts of peace,
O God, to me, how great the sum;
They were, they are, and yet shall come;
4 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, my inmost soul survey; And warn thy servant to depart
From every false and evil way: So shall thy truth my guidance be To life and immortality.
James Montgomery. 1822.
77,77,77,77. *Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts." 1 Holy, holy, holy Lord
God of hosts, when heaven and earth,
Issued into glorious birth,
Holy, holy, holy Lord. 2 Holy, holy, holy, thee,
One Jehovah evermore,
Dust and ashes, would adore ;