Threefold is thy glorious might, Threefold is thy name of light Veil'd before our mortal sight. Threefold let our praises be, Great Mysterious One, to thee, Undivided Trinity.
2 Into mystery deeper higher Thou dost awfully retire Lowliest reverence to inspire; That within the golden door, Sense and sight must wait before, Faith may enter and adore: Mystery 'tis all around; Mystery-but holy ground; Where thy mercy may be found. 3 0 my God, mine all thou art: Take my whole in every part, Body, spirit, mind, and heart. Threefold is thy love to me; Threefold let my graces be, Faith and hope and charity. Thus shall best thy will be done, Mighty Father, blessèd Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One.
Sundays after Trinity: the Works and Word of God.
"HEAVEN AND EARTH ARE FULL OF THE MAJESTY OF
259 How excellent is thy loving kindness, O God. [L.M.
1 O LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope, Above the heavenly orb ascends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope Beyond the spreading sky extends.
2 Thy justice like the hills remains ; Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are; Thy providence the world sustains; The whole creation is thy care.
3 Since of thy goodness all partake, With what assurance should the just Thy sheltering wings their refuge make, And saints to thy protection trust.
4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led To banquet on thy love's repast: And drink, as from a fountain's head, Of joys that shall for ever last.
5 With thee the springs of life remain : Thy presence is eternal day: O let thy saints thy favour gain, To upright hearts thy truth display.
The heavens declare the glory of God. Ps. xix. 1.
1 THE heavens declare thy glory, The firmament thy power; Day unto day the story Repeats from hour to hour: Night unto night, replying, Proclaims in every land, O Lord, with voice undying The wonders of thy hand.
2 The sun with royal splendour Goes forth to chant thy praise; And moonbeams soft and tender Their gentler anthem raise: O'er every tribe and nation That music strange is pour'd;
The song of all creation
To thee, creation's Lord.
3 How perfect, just, and holy The precepts thou hast given; Still making wise the lowly, They lift the thoughts to heaven: How pure, how soul-restoring Thy gospel's heavenly ray, A brighter radiance pouring Than noon of brightest day! 4 Thy statutes, Lord, with gladness Rejoice the humble heart; And guilty fear and sadness. From contrite souls depart: Thy word hath richer treasure Than dwells within the mine, And sweetness beyond measure Attends thy voice divine.
50 who can make confession Of every secret sin;
Or keep from all transgression His spirit pure within? But let me never boldly From thy commands depart, Or render to thee coldly The service of my heart. 6 All heaven on high rejoices To do its Maker's will; The stars with solemn voices Resound thy praises still: So let my whole behaviour, Thoughts, words, and actions be, O Lord, my strength, my Saviour, One ceaseless song to thee."
261 Thy statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage.-Ps. cxix. 54.
1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines! For ever be thy name adored
For these celestial lines.
2 Here springs of consolation rise To cheer the fainting mind: And thirsty souls receive supplies, And sweet refreshment find.
3 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound.
4 O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light.
5 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there.
O Lord, how manifold are thy works. Ps. civ. 24.
1 THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts; And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God, above, below, Within us and around,
Are pages in that book to show How God himself is found.
3 The glorious sky embracing all Is like the Maker's love;
Wherewith encompass'd, great and small In peace and order move.
4 The moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run;
But all their radiance, all their glow, Each borrows of its sun.
5 The Saviour lends the light and heat That crown his holy hill;
The saints, like stars, around his seat Perform their courses still.
6 The dew of heaven is like thy grace, It steals in silence down;
But where it lights, the favour'd place, By richest fruits is known.
7 One name above all glorious names, With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs.
8 Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out thee, And read thee everywhere.
263 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light [7s. 6s. unto my path.-Ps. cxix. 105.
10 WORD of God incarnate, O Wisdom from on high, O Truth unchanged, unchanging. O Light of our dark sky; We e praise thee for the radiance That from the hallow'd page, A lantern to our footsteps,
Shines on from age to age.
2 The church from her dear Master Received the gift divine, And still that light she lifteth O'er all the earth to shine.
It is the golden casket
Where gems of truth are stored; It is the heaven-drawn picture Of Christ, the living Word.
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