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HYMNAL.

I.-GOD.

1112,1210. Ir.

"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.

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"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.

L.M.

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.

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"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.

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2 How from thy presence should I go,
Or whither from thy Spirit flee,
Since all above, around, below,
Exist in thine immensity?
If up to heaven I take my way,
I meet thee in eternal day.

3 How precious are thy thoughts of peace,
O God, to me, how great the sum;
New every morn, they never cease;

They were, they are, and yet shall come;
In number and in compass, more
Than ocean's sands or ocean's shore.

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,
Out of darkness, at thy word,

Issued into glorious birth,

All thy works before thee stood,
And thine eye beheld them good,
While they sang with sweet accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.

2 Holy, holy, holy, thee,

One Jehovah evermore,

Father, Son, and Spirit, we,
Dust and ashes, would adore;

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Lightly by the world esteemed,
From that world by thee redeemed,
Sing we here, with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.

3 Holy, holy, holy, all

Heaven's triumphant choirs shall sing,
When the ransomed nations fall

At the footstool of their King:
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn,
Round the throne with full accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.

James Montgomery. 1836.

"O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth."

1 O LORD, how good, how great art thou,
In heaven and earth the same;
There angels at thy footstool how,
Here babes thy grace proclaim.

2 When glorious in the nightly sky
The countless worlds I see,
O what is man, I wondering cry,
To be so loved by thee.

3 To him thou hourly deign'st to give
New mercies from on high;

Didst quit thy throne with him to live,
For him in pain to die.

4 Close to thine own bright seraphim
His favoured path is trod,

And all beside are serving him,
That he may serve his God.

C.M.