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Hymn 61, 127, Anthem 47, Hymn 132
Courtesy of Aaron Thomas
Hymn 61
Father Supreme, whose wondrous love Our utmost thought so far exceeds, We seek Thy blessing from above, A rich supply for all our needs. On Thee alone our hopes we rest, To Thee alone we lift our eyes, Regard our prayer, in faith expressed, Accept our spirit’s sacrifice. ’Tis not for present power or wealth, Or worldly fame, we look to Thee, We ask Thy gift of heavenly health, The gift of immortality. Fulfil in us Thy faithful word, Through Him who died to make it sure, Our mercy-seat, our righteousness, Who lives again to die no more.
Hymn 127
Wake, awake! for night is flying, The watchman on the heights are crying, Awake, Jerusalem at last! Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices: Come forth, ye virgins, night is past. The Bridegroom comes, awake! Your lamps with gladness take, Hallelujah. And for HIs marriage-feast prepare, For ye must go to meet Him there. Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing! She wakes, she rises from her gloom, For her Lord comes down all-glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious; Her star is risen, her light is come, Oh, come then, blessed Lord, O Jesus, Son of God, Hallelujah. We follow till the place we see, Where Thou hast bid us meet with Thee.
Anthem 47
Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion; For great is the Holy One in the midst of thee. Beautiful for situation, beautiful is Zion the joy of the earth. Walk about Zion, and go round about her; tell her towers, mark well her bulwarks, consider her palaces, tell it to the generations following thee. Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion; For great is the Holy One in the midst of thee.
Hymn 132
All hail the power of Jesus’ name; Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. Crown Him, ye servants of our God, Who on His great Name call; Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod, And crown Him Lord of all. Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race, A remnant weak and small; Hail Him who’ll save you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all.
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Courtesy of Aaron Thomas
Hymn 61
Father Supreme, whose wondrous love Our utmost thought so far exceeds, We seek Thy blessing from above, A rich supply for all our needs. On Thee alone our hopes we rest, To Thee alone we lift our eyes, Regard our prayer, in faith expressed, Accept our spirit’s sacrifice. ’Tis not for present power or wealth, Or worldly fame, we look to Thee, We ask Thy gift of heavenly health, The gift of immortality. Fulfil in us Thy faithful word, Through Him who died to make it sure, Our mercy-seat, our righteousness, Who lives again to die no more.
Hymn 127
Wake, awake! for night is flying, The watchman on the heights are crying, Awake, Jerusalem at last! Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices: Come forth, ye virgins, night is past. The Bridegroom comes, awake! Your lamps with gladness take, Hallelujah. And for HIs marriage-feast prepare, For ye must go to meet Him there. Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing! She wakes, she rises from her gloom, For her Lord comes down all-glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious; Her star is risen, her light is come, Oh, come then, blessed Lord, O Jesus, Son of God, Hallelujah. We follow till the place we see, Where Thou hast bid us meet with Thee.
Anthem 47
Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion; For great is the Holy One in the midst of thee. Beautiful for situation, beautiful is Zion the joy of the earth. Walk about Zion, and go round about her; tell her towers, mark well her bulwarks, consider her palaces, tell it to the generations following thee. Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion; For great is the Holy One in the midst of thee.
Hymn 132
All hail the power of Jesus’ name; Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. Crown Him, ye servants of our God, Who on His great Name call; Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod, And crown Him Lord of all. Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race, A remnant weak and small; Hail Him who’ll save you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all.