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4. O Thou whose paths are sown with stars,
Whose patience every child doth gird, We thank Thy love for life supreme,
We praise for matchless hope Thy word. 5. Be Thou about us all our years,
May all good works through Thee increase,
F. A. Rollo Russell.
Exalt His Name Together. 18.104.22.168.22.214.171.124.
Who in His love abide ;
Your costly store !
Together soar !
The story of thy peace:
Thy foes o’erthrown,
Thy sins forgiven,
Thy fetters riven !
For joy together sing ;
Each triumph of your King;
The Lord's dear praise
Your heaven on earth begin :
From strength to strength
T. H. Gill.
92. Longing for the House of God. 126.96.36.199.188.8.131.52.
LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair,
My heart aspires
With warm desires
To see my God.
Where God appoints to hear !
And happy they
That love the way
To Sion's hill.
Through this dark vale of tears,
Till each o'ercomes at length,
Thou God our King
Shalt thither bring
93. The praise of the Eternal. 184.108.40.206. 1. BRING, O morn, thy music! bring, 0 night, thy
silence ! Oceans, chant the rapture to the storm-clouds
coursing free! Sun and stars are singing,—Thou art our Creator,
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be! 2. Life and death, Thy creatures, praise Thee, Mighty
bird and tree; Lo! they praise and vanish, vanish at Thy bidding,
Who wert, and art, and everinore shalt be! 3. Light us ! lead us! love us! cry Thy groping
nations, Pleading in the thousand tongues, but calling
only Thee, Weaving blindly out Thy holy, happy purpose,
Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be! 4. Life nor death can part us, 0 Thou Love eternal, Shepherd of the wandering star and wayward
souls that flee! Homeward draws the spirit to Thy Spirit yearning, Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be !
W. C. Gannett.
94. Sanctify this Congregation. 220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168. 1. COME, immortal Lord of gladness !
From the immeasurable height
Move upon our hearts in light !
Make us now Thy new creation,
Sanctify this congregation.
Love and meekness, joy and peace,
Truths that cumbered hearts release,
Hear our contrite supplication,
Consecrate this congregation.
Build Thy City in our heart
From its citadel depart.
Worthy of our high vocation
Stopford A. Brooke.
The Lord Jesus Christ: His Advent
The Saviour comes.
The Saviour promised long;
And every voice a song.
In cruel bondage held :
The iron fetters yield.
To clear the mental ray,
To pour celestial day.
The bleeding soul to cure,
To enrich the humble poor,
5. Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim ;