2 In every clime, by every tongue, TRINITY-SUNDAY. HYMN 40. God incomprehensible. 1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode HYMN 41. The holy Trinity. 1 O THOU, whom neither time nor space 2 And thou, that from thy bright abode, 3 And thou, whose unction from on high, Dread Spirit! art for ever one. 4 Great First and Last! thy blessing give; And grant us faith, thy gift alone: To love and praise thee while we live, 1 HYMN 42. The Creator, Redeemer, and Sanctifier. FATHER, in whom we live, In whom we are and move, The glory, power, and praise receive 2 Incarnate Deity, Let all the ransom'd race Render their lives in thanks to thee, For thy redeeming grace. 3 Spirit of holiness, 4 Let all thy saints adore Eternal Triune Lord! Let all the hosts above, Let all the sons of men record, 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 HYMN 43. Invocation to the Trinity. COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Bring back the heavenly blessing, lost Thy favour, and thy nature too, Forgive, and after God renew, And keep us evermore. Light in thy light O may I see! Thy grace and mercy prove; Reviv'd, and cheer'd, and bless'd by thee, The God of pardoning love. HYMN 44. Blessing and Praise ascribed to the Trinity. BLESS'D be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joys above, And rills of comfort here below. Glory to thee, great Son of God, We give the sacred Spirit praise, Thus God the Father, God the Son, 1 2 HYMN 45. Praise to the Triune God. WE give immortal praise To die for sins that man had done. To God the Son belongs Immortal glory too, Who sav'd us by his blood From everlasting woe; And now he lives, and now he reigns, To God the Spirit praise And endless worship give, Makes the dead sinner live: Almighty God! to thee Be endless honours done, The undivided Three, And the mysterious One: Where reason fails with all her powers, There faith prevails and love adores. 3 4 PUBLIC WORSHIP. HYMN 46. For the morning of the Sabbath. 1 AGAIN the day returns of holy rest, peace. 2 Let us devote this consecrated day, 1 2 3 4 HYMN 47. The Sabbath hailed with joy. WELCOME sweet day of rest, The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day; Here we may meet, and see him here, One day within the place Where thou, my God, hast been, My willing soul would stay, |