2 Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 3 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky and sea; Father all-glorious, endless praise to thee. Heber. 126 75 & 65-8 1. Ho! Reapers of Life's Harvest. PRESIDENT GARFIELD'S FAVORITE HYMN. Woodbury, 1. Ho! réap ers of life's harvest, Why stand with rusted blade, 94 There's a Wideness in God's Mercy. 127 Arr by S. J. Vail. 8s & 75. I. There's a wide-ness in God's mercy, Like the wide-ness 9:6 4 There's a kind-ness in his justice Which is more than lib REFRAIN. |