1 UR Lord is risen from the dead, 4 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! "Ye everlasting doors, give way!" 6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?" The Lord of boundless power possess'd, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, for ever bless'd! 1 C OME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come, Till every heart which thou hast made 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift 3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st The promise of the Father, thou 4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 6 Teach us the Father to confess, 1 C YOME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 See how we grovel here below, 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, Hosannas languish on our tongues, 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, 1 H E'S come! let every knee be bent, 2 What greater gift, what greater love, Angels for this rejoice above, 3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul Do thou each sinful thought control, 4 Thou to the conscience dost convey TRINITY SUNDAY. HYMN 77. HOLY, holy, holy Lord, (L. M.) Bright in thy deeds and in thy name, For ever be thy name ador'd, In streams of light and glory giv'n, Thy praises ring through earth and heav'n! 1 From saint and seraph's burning tongue! FAT ATHER of all, whose love profound A ransom for our souls hath found, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy pard'ning love extend! 2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy saving grace extend! 3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath The soul is rais'd from sin and death, Before thy throne we sinners bend; To us thy quick'ning pow'r extend! 4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son, Mysterious Godhead, Three in one! Before thy throne we sinners bend; 1 HYMN 79. (II. 4.) E give immortal praise WE For all our comforts here, And all our hopes above: He sent his own To die for sins That man had done. 2 To God the Son belongs Who sav'd us by his blood And now he reigns, 3 To God the Spirit, praise 4 Almighty God! to thee Be endless honours done; FAST-DAY. HYMN 80. (C. M.) LMIGHTY Lord! before thy throne Thy mourning people bend! 1 'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone Our prostrate hopes depend. 2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 3 How chang'd, alas! are truths divine, 4 O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, 1 Secure of all-sufficient aid, When God, our God, is near. 'D' READ Jehovah! God of nations! 3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 1 Prayer and Hope of Victory. (L.M.) NAttend his people's humble cry may the God of grace and pow'r Defend them in the needful hour, And send deliv'rance from on high. |