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THOU WHO ART ENTHRONED IN GLORY.

“Guidance." 8s. & 7s. D. MRS. LYDIA JANE PIERSON.

Friedrich Freiherr von Flotow, (1812–1883)

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Thou who art en-throned in glo · ry, Crowned with love and robed in grace,
Lo! we hum-bly bow be-fore Thee, (Omit......
We would cel · e-
Since our fathers-poor and strangers-(Omit.......

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brate and strangeres_Wicmtihe passing years have made; }

Of - fering up our songs of praise. Might - y. God and gra-cious Sought the Wes - tern for - est's shade. From Hel · ve · tia's vine-clad

Sa-vior! Spir • it moun-tains Came

of en - dur - ing grace,
lit · tle friend-less band;

Come in Thine es -
By the rich Rhine's

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cial fant

fa - vor,
With Thy glo ry

fill this place.
foun-tains, Oth · ers left their fa · ther · land.

3 Here the little vine, increasing,

Spread its branches green and fair ; Now by Thine especial blessing

See how wide Thy vineyards are. Come and take the ripened cluster;

All the vintage, Lord, is Thine; But let mercy temper justice,

Where Thou meet'st a fruitless vine.

4 Let our institutions flourish,

Sending forth a pious band, With the words of life to nourish

All who hunger through the land. Zion spreads her hands before Thee;

Come, and in her temples reign, While we give all praise and glory

To the Triune God, Amen.

1. Do Thou di-rect Thy char-iot, Lord, And guide us

at Thy will;

Look down up-on Thy saints be-low When prostrate laid be- neath the foe.

2 Beloved Shepherd, who hast saved

Our souls from death and sin,
Uplift Thy voice, awake Thy sheep,

That slumbering lie within
Thy fold; and curb, with Thy right hand,

The rage of Satan's furious band.

3 Send down Thy peace and banish strife,

Let bitterness depart;
Revive the spirit of Thy grace

In each true Christian's heart;
Then shall Thy church forever sing
The praises of her heavenly King.

MISSIONS.
THE MORNING LIGHT IS BREAKING.

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“ Webb." 7s. & 6s. D. REV. SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH, (1808-1895) 1832.

George James Webb, (1803–1887) 1830.

1. The morn - ing light is break - ing; The dark-ness dis - ap-pears;
2. See heath - en na - tions bend - ing Be - fore the God we love,
3. Blest riv
of sal - va - tion! Pur-sue thine on

ward way;

er

The sons

of earth are wa king To pen - i - ten - tial tears; And thousand hearts as-cend - ing In grat - i - tude bove; Flow thou to ev ery na - tion, Nor in thy rich - ness stay;

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Each breeze that sweeps the o - cean Brings ti-dings from a • far,
While sin - ners, now con-fess - ing, The Gos - pel call bey,
Stay not

till all the low · ly Tri - um-phant reach their home;

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UPLIFT THE BANNER I LET IT FLOAT.

“Waltham.” (First Tune.) BP. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE, (1799—1859) 1848. John Baptiste Calkin, (1827–

) 1872.

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1. Up - lift the ban-ner! let it float Sky-ward and sea-ward, high and wide; The 2. Up- lift the ban-ner! an-gels bend In anx-ious si - lence o'er the sign, And

sun shall light the shining folds, The cross on which the Sa-vior died.
vain .ly seek to com-prehend The won-der of the love di-vine.

3 Uplift the banner! let it float

Skyward and seaward, high and wide; Our glory only in the cross,

Our only hope the Crucified.

4 Uplift the banner! wide and high,

Skyward and seaward, let it shine: Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours;

We conquer only in that sign.

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UPLIFT THE BANNER I LET IT FLOAT.

(Second Tune.) BP. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE, (1799–1859 ) 1848.

William W. Rousseau.

1. Up- lift the banner! let it float Skyward and seaward, high and wide; The 2. Up- lift the banner! an - gels bend In anx - ious si-lence o'er the sign, And

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sun shall light the shining folds, The cross on which the Sa-vior died.
vain-ly seek to com-prehend The won-der of the love di - vine. A-men.

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COME, THOU ALMIGHTY KING.

“Italian Hymn.” 6s. 48. REV. CHARLES WESLEY, (1708--1788 ) 1757.

Felice Giardini, (1716--1796) 1769.

1. Come, Thou Almighty King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise: Father, all2. Come, Thou Incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword; Our prayer attend: Come, and Thy

glo-ri-ous, O’er all vic-to-ri-ous, Come, and reign over us, Ancient of Days.
people bless, And give Thy word success; Spir-it of ho- liness, On us descend. A-men.

3 Come, Holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear

In this glad hour:
Thou, Who Almighty art,
Now rule in every heart,
And ne'er from us depart,

Spirit of power.

4 To the great One in Three,
The highest praises be,

Hence evermore!
His sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

Love and adore !

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