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Samuel S. Wesley, 1864

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For all the servants of our King, In earth and heaven, are one.

2 One family we dwell in Him,

One Church, above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream,

The narrow stream of death: One army of the living God, To His command we bow; Part of His host have crossed the And part are crossing now. [flood,

3 Ten thousand to their endless home This solemn moment fly;

And we are to the margin come,
And we expect to die:
His militant embodied host,

With wistful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast, And reach that heavenly land.

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See, He sits on yon-der throne; Je sus rules the world

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."

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Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity

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Johann Crüger, 1649

Lord, to Thee I make con-fes - sion, I have sinned and gone a stray,

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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.

5 Then on Him I cast my burden,
Sink it in the depths below!
Let me know Thy gracious pardon,
Wash me, make me white as snow.
Let Thy Spirit leave me never,
Make me only Thine forever!

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7, 7, 7, 5.

J. Franck, 1649

F. Filitz, 1804-1876

Gra-cious Spirit, Holy Ghost, Taught by Thee, we COV et most,

Of Thy gifts at Pentecost,

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heaven-ly love.

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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