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Sun of grace, the shad-ows flee; Bright-en Thou my Sab-bath morn - ing!
With Thy joy - ous sun-shine blest, Hap-py is
U my day of rest.
A - men.
2 Fount of all our joy and peace,
To Thy living waters lead me; Thou from earth my soul release,
And with grace and mercy feed me; Bless Thy word that it may prove Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.
4 Let me with my heart to-day,
Holy, holy, holy, singing,
All my soul to Thee up-springing,
3 Kindle Thou the sacrifice
That upon my lips is lying; Clear the shadows from mine eyes
That, from every error flying, No strange fire may in me glow That Thine altar doth not know.
5 Hence all care, all vanity,
For the day to God is holy:
Deign to fill this temple lowly;
Simply resting in Thy love. Amen. BENJAMIN SCHMOLCK. Tr. CATHERINE WINKWORTH
An - gel harps, for - ev
er ring-ing, Rest not day nor night; Thousands on - ly
2 Lord, we know Thy love rejoices
O’er each work of Thine;
For Thy praise combine;
For Thy pleasure didst design.
3 Here, great God, to-day we offer
Of Thine own to Thee;
In our choicest melody.
4 Honor, glory, might, and merit,
Thine shall ever be!
Earth and heaven render Thee. Amen.
“Sal - va - tion, glo
heard the song
As thro' the courts of heav'n it rolled
In wondrous har-mo - nies.
2 From every clime and kindred,
And nations from afar,
In triumph from a war,
The myriad hosts among,
Their one glad triumph-song. 3 I saw the holy city,
The New Jerusalem,
With jewelled diadem; (dorned
The flood of crystal waters
Flowed down the golden street;
And laid them at her feet
Nor moon to shine by night,
The Lamb Himself, the light;
And, life's long battle o'er,
They reign for evermore.
5 O great and glorious vision!
6 O Lamb of God Who reignest! The Lamb upon His throne;
Thou Bright and Morning Star, O wondrous sight for man to see! Whose glory lightens that new earth The Saviour with His own:
Which now we see from far!
O worthy Judge eternal!
When Thou dost hid us come,
And call Thy servants home. Amen.
DULCE CARMEN 85 & 75. 61.
J. MICHAEI. HAYDN
Al - le - lu - ia, song of glad-ness, Voice of joy that can - not die;
In the house of God a - bid-ing Thus they sing e- ter - nal - ly.
2 Alleluia thou resoundest,
True Jerusalem and free; Alleluia, joyful mother,
All thy children sing with thee; But by Babylon's sad waters
Mourning exiles now are we. 3 Alleluia cannot always
Be our song while here below; Alleluia our transgressions
Make us for a while forego;
When our tears for sin must flow.
Grant us, blessèd Trinity,
In our home beyond the sky;
Alleluia joyfully. Amen.
Latin Hymn, rith cent. Tr. JOHN M. NEALE