"Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven,
Earth is with its fulness stored;
Unto Thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels' cry,
"Holy, holy, holy," singing,
"Lord of hosts, the Lord most High!"
With His seraph train before Him,
With His holy church below,
Thus conspire we to adore Him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow:
"Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven,
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto Thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!" Amen.
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Fight the fight, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of Life.
Onward, Christians, onward go,
Join the war and face the foe;
Will ye flee in danger's hour?
Know ye not your Captain's power?
Let your drooping hearts be glad ;
March, in heavenly armour clad ;
Fight, nor think the battle long;
Victory soon shall tune your song.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fears your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.
Onward then to battle move;
More than conquerors ye shall
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Holy Jesus, praise to Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be! Amen.
Soldiers of Christ! arise,
And put your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies Through His eternal Son;
Strong in the Lord of Hosts,
And in His mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Stand then in His great might,
With all His strength endued;
And take to arm you for the fight
The panoply of God;
That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome, through Christ alone,
And stand complete at last.
Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul; Take every virtue, every grace, And fortify the whole.
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with alleluias rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When He spake, and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when He
Captive led captivity.
Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens, new earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the Church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
When came in flesh the Incarnate Lord,
The heedless world slept on,
And only simple shepherds heard
That God had sent His Son.
When comes the Saviour at the last,
From west to east shall shine
The awful pomp, and earth aghast
Shall tremble at the sign.
Then shall the pure in heart be blest;
As mild He comes to them,
As when upon the Virgin's breast
He lay at Bethlehem.
As mild to meek-eyed love and faith;
Only more strong to save;
Strengthened, by having bowed to death,
By having burst the grave.
Lord! who could dare see Thee descend
In state, unless he knew
Thou art the sorrowing sinner's Friend,
The gracious, and the true?
Dwell in our hearts, O Saviour blest!
So shall Thine Advent dawn
"Twixt us and Thee, our bosom-guest,
Be but the veil withdrawn.
Jesus! Name of wondrous love!
Name all other names above!
Unto which must every knee
Bow in deep humility.
Jesus! Name decreed of old;
To the maiden mother told,
Kneeling in her lowly cell,
By the Angel Gabriel.
Jesus! Name of priceless worth,
To the fallen sons of earth,
For the promise that it gave,-
"Jesus shall His people save."
Jesus! Name of mercy mild,
Given to the holy Child,
When the cup of human woe
First He tasted here below.
Jesus only Name that's given
Under all the mighty heaven,
Whereby man, to sin enslaved,
Bursts his fetters, and is saved.
Jesus! Name of wondrous love!
Human Name of God above!
Pleading only this we flee,
Helpless, O our God, to Thee. Amen.
Virgin-born! we bow before Thee;
Blessed was the womb that bore thee:
Mary, maid and mother mild,
Blessed was she in her Child.
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