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For One the Lord on whom we call,
The Spirit One which He hath given,
One God and Father of us all,
One Faith on earth, one Hope of heaven.
FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word
What endless glories shine!
For ever be Thy name adored
For knowledge all divine.
Here the Redeemer's glorious voice
Spreads peace and hope around;
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
Divine Instructor! Glorious Lord!
Be Thou for ever near:
Teach us to love Thy sacred Word,
And find the Saviour there.
O may Thy heavenly pages be
Our first, our chief delight;
And still new beauties may we see,
And still increasing light!
To bless Thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline;
And cause the brightness of Thy face,
On all Thy saints to shine.
That so Thy wondrous ways
May through the world be known,
While distant lands their tribute pay,
And Thy salvation own.
Let differing nations join
To celebrate Thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise Thy glorious name.
O let them shout and sing,
With joy and pious mirth,
For Thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth.
O GoD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
Where thou, enthroned in glory, show'st
The brightness of Thy face!
My longing soul faints with desire
To view Thy blest abode;
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For Thee, the living God.
Thrice happy they, whose choice has Thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to Thy dwelling lead!
Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near,
Till all on Sion's holy mount
Before their God appear.
O LORD of hosts, my King and God,
How highly blest are they,
Who in Thy temple always dwell,
And there Thy praise display!
For in Thy courts one single day
'Tis better to attend,
Than, Lord, in any place beside
A thousand days to spend.
For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will He withhold
From them that justly live.
Thou God, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How highly blest is he
Whose hope and trust, securely placed
Is still reposed on Thee!
As when the weary traveller gains
The height of some commanding hill,
His heart revives, if, o'er the plains,
He sees his home, though distant still:
So when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
The hope of heaven his spirit cheers,
No more he grieves for sorrows past,
Nor any future trial fears,
So he may safe arrive at last.
Jesu, on Thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to Thine abode,
Assured Thy love will far out-pay
Our toils and trials on the road.
OBJECT of my first desire,
Jesus! crucified for me;
All to happiness aspire;
I would seek it, Lord, in Thee :
Thee to praise, and Thee to know,
Makes the joy of saints below;
Thee to see, and Thee to love,
Makes the bliss of saints above.
Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence Thou deny;
Lord, if Thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die;
Source and giver of repose,
Only from Thy love it flows:
Peace and happiness are thine;,
Mine they are, if Thou art mine.
THY mercies and Thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As thou wert ever, kind.
Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by Thee;
And, for Thy wondrous goodness' sake,
In mercy think on me.
His mercy and His truth
The righteous Lord displays,
In bringing wand'ring sinners home,
And teaching them His ways.
THOU, who didst leave Thy Father's breast,
Eternal Word sublime,
And come to aid a world distressed
In Thine appointed time;
Our hearts enlighten with Thy ray,
And kindle with Thy love,
That in all earthly things, we may
Live but to things above.
So, when before Thy judgment throne
Our trial day shall come,
When hidden deeds and thoughts, made known
Shall meet a righteous doom;
Safe from the black and fiery flood,
That sweeps the dread abyss,
May we behold the face of God
In everlasting bliss.
O 'TWAS a joyful sound to hear,
Our tribes devoutly say,
"O let us to the temple haste,
And keep our festal day."