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Earl Nelson, 1864

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And on the ea - gle wings of love To

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Let all the saints ter - res-trial sing, With those to glo - ry gone;

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2 Jesus, hail! Whose glory brightens

All above, and makes it fair:
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,

Cheers, and charms Thy people here.
When we think of love like Thine,

Lord, we own it love divine.
3 King of glory, reign for ever;

Thine an everlasting crown:
Nothing from Thy love shall sever

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own;
Happy objects of Thy grace,

Destined to behold Thy face.
4 Savior, hasten Thine appearing;

Bring, O bring the glorious day,
When the awful summons hearing,

Heaven and earth shall pass away.
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing,
“Glory, glory, to our King."

Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity

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2 But from Thee how can I hide me,

Thou, O God, art everywhere;
Refuge from Thee is denied me,

Or by land or sea or air;
Nor death's darkness can enfold me,

So that Thou shouldst not behold me.
· 3 Yet, though conscience' voice appall me,

Father, I will seek Thy face;
Though Thy child I scarce dare call me,

Yet restore me to Thy grace;
Do not for my sins forsake me,

Do not let Thy wrath o'ertake me;
4 For Thy Son hath suffered for me,

And the blood He shed for sin,
That can heal me and restore me,

Quench this burning fire within;
'Tis alone His cross can vanquish
These dark fears and soothe this anguish.

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2 Faith that mountains could remove,

Tongues of earth or heaven above,
Knowledge, all things, empty prove

Without heavenly love.
3 Though I as a martyr bleed,
Give my goods the poor to feed,
All is vain if love I need;

Therefore give me love.
4 Love is kind, and suffers long,

Love is meek and thinks no wrong,
Love than death itself more strong,

Therefore give me love.
5 Prophecy will fade away,
Melting in the light of day;
Love will ever with us stay:

Therefore give me love.

6 Faith and hope and love we see,

Joining hand in hand, agree;
But the greatest of the three,
And the best, is love.

C. Wordsworth, 1862

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