2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee,

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before thee,

Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

3 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,
Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.

4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!

All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky and sea;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty!

Father all-glorious, endless praise to thee.

Heber.

Ho! Reapers of Life's Harvest.

PRESIDENT GARFIELD'S FAVORITE HYMN.

1. Ho! réap ers of life's harvest, Why stand with rusted blade,

There's a Wideness in God's Mercy.

I. There's a wide-ness in God's mercy, Like the wide-ness

There's a kind-ness in his justice Which is more than lib

Upward where the Stars are burning.

1. Up-ward where the stars are burn-ing, Si- lent, si - lent in their turn-ing

Knocking, knocking, Who is there?*

1. Knocking, knocking, who is there? Waiting, waiting,

Pilgrim strange and king - ly, Never such was seen before.

Ah! my soul, for such a wonder, Wilt thou not un do the door?