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O Trinity of love and power,
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. Amen.

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Most Holy Spirit, Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,

WILLIAM WHITING

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Across this troubled tide of life

Thyself our Pilot be,
Until we reach that better land
The land that knows no sea. Amen.

EDWARD ARTHUR DAYMAN

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Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,

God the One in Three,
Bless them, guide them, save them, keep them
Near to Thee. Amen.

ISABELLA S. STEPHENSON

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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

St. George's, Windsor 7777 7777

George JOB ELVEY

1. Come, ye thank - ful peo - ple, come, Raise the song of

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Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.

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Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide;
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home! Amen.

HENRY ALFORD

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