le filled with the Spirit; Eph. 5:18, 19. Opening 1 BLESSED Jesus, at Thy word We are gathered all to hear Thee; Now to seek and love and fear Thee; 2 All our knowledge, sense and sight Lie in deepest darkness shrouded, With the beams of truth unclouded; 3 Glorious Lord, Thyself impart! Light of light, from God proceeding, Help us by Thy Spirit's pleading; T. Claussnitzer. 2 TO GOD be glory, peace on earth, To all manking good will! And glorify Thee still. 2 And thanks for Thy great glory give, That fills our souls with light; And Father of all might! 3 And Thou, begotten Son of God, Before time had begun; 0 Jesus Christ, Thou Lamb of God, The Father's only Son: 4 Have mercy, Thou that tak'st the sins Of all the world away! And hear us when we pray! 5 O Thou, who sitt'st at God's right hand, Upon the Father's throne, Who art the Holy One! 6 Thou only, with the Holy Ghost, Whom earth and heaven adore, Tate and Brady's New Version. 3 YE LANDS, to the Lord make a jubilant noise; Glory be to God! O serve Him with joy, in His presence now rejoice; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! 2 Not we, but the Lord is our Maker, our God; Glory be to God! His people we are, and the sheep led by His rod; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! 3 O enter His gates with thanksgiving and praise; Glory be to God! To bless Him and thank Him, our voices we will raise; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! 4 For good is the Lord, and His mercy is sure; Glory be to God! To all generations His truth shall still endure; Sing praise unto God out of Zion! V. Koren. H. R. Spaeth, Tr. 4 SPEAK, O Lord, Thy servant heareth, To Thy Word I now give heed; All Thy Word is truth indeed; 2 0 what blessing to be near Thee, And to hearken to Thy voice; May I ever love and fear Thee, That Thy Word may be my choice. Oft were hardened sinners, Lord, 3 Lord, Thy words are waters living, Where I quench my thirsty need; Lord, Thy words are bread life-giving ; On Thy words my soul doth feed; Lord, Thy words shall be my light Through death's vale and dreary night; Yea, they are my sword prevailing, And my cup of joy unfailing. 4 Precious Jesus, I beseech Thee: May Thy words take root in me; So that I bear fruit for Thee. Anna Sophia of Hessen-Darmstadt. G. T. Rygh, Tr. 5 LORD Jesus, tho’ but two or three In Thy dear Name assembled be, Thou wilt among them show Thy face, And bless them with Thy saving grace. 2 In Thy dear Name again we meet, And worship humbly at Thy feet; |