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HOLY God, we praise Thy name;

Lord of all, we bow before Thee; All on earth Thy scepter claim,

All in heav'n above adore Thee. Infinite Thy vast domain, Everlasting is Thy reign.

2 Hark, the loud celestial hymn,
Angel choirs above are raising;
Cherubim and Seraphim,

In unceasing chorus praising,
Fill the heavens with sweet accord:
Holy, holy, holy, Lord.

3 Holy Father, Holy Son,

Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee; While in essence only One,

Undivided God we claim Thee, And adoring bend the knee, While we sing our praise to Thee.

Te Deum.

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WHAT our Father does is well:

Blesséd truth! His children tell; Though He send for plenty want, Though the harvest store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above.

2 What our Father does is well:
Shall the willful heart rebel
If a blessing He withhold
In the field, or in the fold?
Is He not Himself to be
All our Store eternally?

3 What our Father does is well:
Though He sadden hill and dell,
Upward yet our praises rise.

For the strength His Word supplies;
He has called us Sons of God;
Can we murmur at His rod?

4 What our Father does is well:
May the thought within us dwell;
Though nor milk nor honey flow
In our barren Canaan now,
God can save us in our need,
God can bless us, God can feed.

5 Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise;
To the Father and the Son
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honor, might, and glory be,
Now and through eternity.

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Now

thank we all our God

With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom His world rejoices;

Who from our mother's arms
Hath blest us on our way
With countless gifts of love,
And still is ours today.

2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts,

And blessed peace to cheer us; And keep us in His grace,

And guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills,

In this world and the next.

3 All praise and thanks to God
The Father now be given,
The Son, and Him who reigns
With them in highest heaven;
The one eternal God

Whom earth and heaven adore;
For thus it was, is now,

And shall be evermore!

M. Rinkart.

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THEE will I love, my Strength, my Tower,

THE

Thee will I love, my Hope, my Joy,

Thee will I love with all my power,

With ardor time shall ne'er destroy.

Thee will I love, O Light divine,
So long as life is mine!

2 Thee will I love, my Life, my Savior,
Who art my best and truest Friend;
Thee will I love and praise forever,
For never shall Thy kindness end;
Thee will I love with all my heart,
For Thou my Bridegroom art.

3 Alas! that I so late have known Thee,
Who art the Fairest and the Best;
Nor sooner for my Lord could own Thee,
Our highest Good, our only Rest!
Now bitter shame and grief I prove
O'er this my tardy love.

4 I wandered long in willing blindness,
I sought Thee, but I found Thee not,
For still I shunned Thy beams of kindness,
The creature-light filled all my thought;
And if at last I see Thee now

'Twas Thou to me didst bow!

5 I thank Thee, Jesus, Sun from heaven,
Whose shining hath brought light to me;
I thank Thee, who hast richly given
All that could make me glad and free;
I thank Thee that my soul is healed
By what Thy lips revealed.

6 O keep me watchful then and humble,
And suffer me no more to stray;
Uphold me when my feet would stumble,
Nor let me loiter by the way;

Fill all my nature with Thy light,
O Radiance strong and bright.

7 Thee will I love, my Crown of gladness,
Thee will I love, my God and Lord,
Amid the darkest depths of sadness,
Not for the hope of high reward,
For Thine own sake, O Light divine,
So long as life is mine.

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WE GATHER, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring The breathings of love 'mid the blossoms of spring;

Our Maker, Redeemer, we gratefully raise Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise.

2 When stooping to earth from the brightness of heaven,

Thy blood for our ransom so freely was

given;

Thou deignest to listen while children adored, With joyful hosannas, the blest of the Lord.

3 Those arms which embraced little children of

old,

Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold; That grace which inviteth the wandering home,

Hath never forbidden the youngest to come.

4 Hosanna, hosanna, Great Teacher! we raise