2 Happy birds that sing and fly
Round Thy altars, O Most High;
Happier they that find a rest
On their heavenly Father's breast:
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.

3 Happy they, their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies:
On they go from strength to strength,
Till they reach Thy throne at length,
At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

4 Lord, be mine this prize to win;
Guide me through a world of sin;
Keep me by Thy saving grace;
Give me at Thy side a place:
Sun and Shield alike Thou art,
Guide and guard my erring heart;
Grace and glory flow from Thee,

Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me.

Sabbath Ebening.

"How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts!"-Ps. lxxxiv. 1.

Holley, 409.]

L.M.

[S. W. LONGFELLOW.

317 AGAIN, as evening's shadow falls,

We gather in these hallow'd walls;
And evening hymn and evening prayer,
Rise mingling on the holy air.

2 May struggling hearts, that seek release,
Here find the rest of God's own peace;
And strengthened here by hymn and prayer,
Lay down the burden and the care.

3 O God our Light, to Thee we bow;
Within all shadows standest Thou,
Give deeper calm than night can bring;
Give sweeter songs than life can sing.

4 Life's tumult we must meet again,
We cannot at the shrine remain;
But in the spirit's secret cell

May hymn and prayer for ever dwell.

Close of Worship.

"The Lord bless thee, and keep thee."

Durham, 414.]

318 THE Lord be with us as we bend

His blessing to receive;

The gift of peace upon us send,
Before His courts we leave.

2 The Lord be with us as we walk
Along our homeward road;
In silent thought or friendly talk
Our hearts be still with God.

3 The Lord be with us till the night
Shall close the day of rest;

Be He of every heart the Light,
Of every house the Guest.

4 And when our nightly prayers we say,
His watch He still shall keep,

Crown with His peace His own blest day,
And guard His people's sleep.

Praise.

"I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God."-Rev. xix. 1. [TERSTEEGEN, tr. by

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HALL.

THEE, God Almighty, Lord thrice holy,
319 Thine angel-hosts, with reverence
Adore in solemn ceaseless hymn: [lowly,
Thy glory filleth earth and heaven;
And praise to Thee is ever given
By cherubim and seraphim:

With veiled face they cry
Thrice holy God Most High,
Ever, ever!

We, too, are Thine: Thee we confess,
We worship Thee, Thy name we bless.

2 The elders, with their crowned glory,
Stand bending evermore before Thee,
The first-born of the blessèd band;
There all the ransomed and forgiven,
Brought by Immanuel safe to heaven,
In glad unnumbered myriads stand:
Loud are the songs of praise
Their mingled voices raise,

Ever, ever!

We, too, are Thine: Thee we confess,
We worship Thee, Thy name we bless.

3 They sing to Thee in mystic numbers,
The Living Love that never slumbers,
At once creation's Source and Sun;
The Light that lighteneth all, abiding,
And over all Thy works presiding,
The Life, unending, unbegun :
The Fount of joy Thou art
That filleth every heart,
Ever, ever!

Thee we adore, Thee we confess,
We worship Thee, Thy name we bless.

Second note as two crotchets.

4 Reveal Thyself to us more fully,
That we may know and love Thee truly,
In Christ, who did the world redeem;
And by Thy Spirit in us dwelling,
The things of Christ unto us telling,
Create us all anew in Him:
Thou Triune God Divine,
We would be wholly Thine,
Ever, ever!

Thee we adore, Thee we confess,
We worship Thee, Thy name we bless.

"The high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity." Isa. vii. 15.

Spire, 60.]

320

2

3

55 83.55. [NYBERG AND LATROBE.

FATHER, throned on high
Thou to us art nigh,

With the heavenly hosts before Thee;
We in spirit would adore Thee;
And with rapture raise,

Hymns of love and praise.

O Eternal Word,

Our Incarnate Lord,

We to Thee thanksgiving render-
Thee Thy people's strong Defender,

And as Sovereign own

None but Thee alone.

Spirit of all grace,

Source of holiness,

Who the Saviour's sceptre wieldest,
And from Satan's vengeance shieldest;
'Tis by Thee we live:
Praise to Thee we give.

Had we angel-tongues,
With seraphic songs,

Bowing hearts and knees before Thee,
Triune God, we would adore Thee,
In the highest strain,

For the Lamb once slain.

"This is the true God."-1 John v. 20.

321 WE praise, we bless Thee,

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Lord, we confess Thee,

Uncreated God and King;

Let all creation

Bring adoration,

Earth and heaven Thy praises sing.
Father Eternal, all shall adore Thee,
Lord God Almighty, all shall implore Thee.
We praise, we bless Thee,
Lord, we confess Thee,

Christ, the Son of God Most High;
Sweet peace from heaven

Thy death has given;

Jesus, Lord, to Thee we fly;

O Word Eternal, all shall adore Thee,
Saviour Almighty, all shall implore Thee.
We praise, we bless Thee,
Lord, we confess Thee,
Holy Ghost, our gracious Guide;
Our sins subduing,

Our strength renewing,

Ever in our hearts abide;

Spirit Eternal, all shall adore Thee,

Lord and Life-giver, all shall implore Thee.

"Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness."— Ps. xxx. 4.

[A. T. RUSSELL.

322 O GOD of life, whose power benign,

Doth o'er the world in mercy shine, Accept our praise, for we are Thine.

2 O Father, all-creating Lord,

Be Thou by every tongue implored,
Be Thou by every heart adored.

3 O Son of God, for sinners slain
We worship Thee, whose dying pain
For us did endless life regain.