"One cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy."
ROUND the Lord in glory seated Cherubim and seraphim Filled his temple, and repeated Each to each the alternate hymn. "Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored;
Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord."
Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, "Lord of hosts, the Lord most High."
With his seraph train before him, With his holy Church below, Thus unite we to adore him, Bid we thus our anthem flow:
"Lord, thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord."
FAR from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and fond desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. From the fount of glory beaming, Light celestial cheers our eyes, Mercy from above proclaiming Peace and pardon from the skies. Blessings all around bestowing, God withholds his care from none; Grace and mercy ever flowing From the fountain of his throne. Lord! with favor still attend us, Bless us with thy wondrous love; Thou, our sun and shield, defend us; All our hope is from above.
"Give ear, O Shepherd of Israel."
ISRAEL'S Shepherd, guide me, feed me Through my pilgrimage below, And beside the waters lead me, Where thy flock rejoicing go. Lord, thy pardoning presence ever, Meekly kneeling, I implore; I have found thee, and would never, Never wander from thee more.
"In the cross of Christ I glory."
In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time : All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me:
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day.
Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.
In the cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
Sir John Bowring. 1825.
ONWARD, onward, though the region Where thou art be drear and lone; God hath set a guardian legion Very near thee, press thou on!
By the thorn-road, and none other, Is the mount of vision won; Tread it without shrinking, brother! Jesus trod it, press thou on ! By thy trustful, calm endeavor, Guiding, cheering, like the sun, Earth-bound hearts thou shalt deliver; Oh, for their sake, press thou on ! Be this world the wiser, stronger, For thy life of pain and peace ; While it needs thee, oh, no longer Pray thou for thy quick release;
Pray thou, undisheartened, rather, That thou be a faithful son; By the prayer of Jesus, "Father, Not my will, but thine, be done!"
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