God the Father, God the Word,
God the Holy Ghost adored:
Spare us, holy Trinity.

Spotless Lamb of God most high,
Manna coming from the sky:
Hear us, holy Jesus.

Very Man and Word divine,
Hidden under bread and wine:
Hear us, holy Jesus.

Purest Victim, stainless Priest,
Thou the Host, and Thou the Feast:
Hear us, holy Jesus.

Bread of life, the angels’ food,
Cup of blessing, precious blood:
Hear us, holy Jesus.

Off’ring of most perfect might,
Bond, Thy faithful to unite:
Hear us, holy Jesus.

From the tempting lures of sin,
From all pride and lusts within:
Keep us, holy Jesus.

From all unbelief in Thee,
Veiled in this great mystery:
Keep us, holy Jesus.

By Thy sitting down to meat,
That last Passover to eat:
Keep us, holy Jesus.

Through the dread and holy rite,
Founded on that awful night:
Keep us, holy Jesus.

Through Thy presence with us here,
When we draw Thine altar near:
Keep us, holy Jesus.

Help us, guide us, make us pure,
Give us blessings which endure:
Save us, holy Jesus.

Lead Thy pilgrims on their way,
Shine on us, unending Day:
Keep us, holy Jesus.

When we draw our latest breath,
Feed us at the time of death:
Keep us, holy Jesus.

God’s eternal Word is spoken,
Piercing mists, around, above;
Of eternal might the token,
Emblem of eternal Love;
Out of darkness, world enthralling,
Into Light, O hear its calling.

Word of God, O Word eternal,
May we hear Thy living voice,
Learn the power of Love supernal,
Learn obedience, and rejoice;
God’s commands forever heeding,
Follow where His love is leading.

The heavenly Word proceeding forth,
Yet leaving not the Father’s side,
Accomplishing His work on earth
Had reached at length life’s eventide.

By false disciple to be given
To foemen for His life athirst
Himself, the very Bread of Heav’n,
He gave to His disciples first.

He gave Himself in either kind,
His precious flesh, His precious blood,
In love’s own fullness thus designed
Of the whole man to be the Food.

By birth their fellow man was He;
Their Meat, when sitting at the board;
He died, their Ransomer to be;
He ever reigns, their great Reward.

High Word of God, who once didst come,
Leaving Thy Father and Thy home,
To succor by Thy birth our kind,
When, towards Thy advent, time declined,

Pour light upon us from above,
And fire our hearts with Thy strong love,
That, as we hear Thy Gospel read,
All fond desires may flee in dread;

That when Thou comest from the skies,
Great Judge, to open Thine assize,
To give each hidden sin its smart,
And crown as kings the pure in heart,

We be not set at Thy left hand,
Where sentence due would bid us stand,
But with the saints Thy face may see,
Forever wholly loving Thee.

Praise to the Father and the Son,
Through all the ages as they run;
And to the holy Paraclete
Be praise with Them and worship meet.

Jesus, the all-restoring Word,
My fallen spirit’s hope,
After Thy lovely likeness, Lord,
Ah! when shall I wake up?

Thou, O my God, Thou only art
The life, the truth, the way;
Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,
My sinking footsteps stay.

Of all Thou hast in earth below,
In Heav’n above, to give,
Give me Thy only love to know
In Thee to walk and live.

Fill me with all the life of love,
In mystic union join
Me to Thyself and let me prove
The fellowship divine.

Open the intercourse between
My longing soul and Thee,
Never to be broke off again
To all eternity.

Grant this, O Lord: for Thou hast died
That I might be forgiv’n;
Thou hast the righteousness supplied
For which I merit Heav’n.

O Savior, whom this holy morn
Gave to our world below;
To mortal want and labor born,
And more than mortal woe.

Incarnate Word! by every grief,
By each temptation tried,
Who lived to yield our ills relief,
And to redeem us died!

If gaily clothed and proudly fed
In dangerous wealth we dwell,
Remind us of Thy manger bed
And lowly cottage cell.

If pressed by poverty severe
In anxious want we pine,
O may Thy Spirit whisper near
How poor a lot was Thine!

Through this life’s ever varying scene
From sin preserve us free;
Like us Thou hast a mourner been,
May we rejoice with Thee!

O Thou essential Word,
Who wast from the beginning
With God, for Thou wast God;
Thou hope of all the sinning,
Chosen to save our race,
Welcome indeed Thou art,
Redeemer, Fount of grace,
To this my longing heart.

Come, self-existent Word,
And speak Thou in my spirit!
The soul where Thou art heard
Doth endless peace inherit.
Thou Light that lightenest all,
Abide through faith in me,
Nor let me from Thee fall,
And seek no guide but Thee.

Ah! what hath stirred Thy heart,
What cry hath mounted thither,
And reached Thy heavenly throne,
And drawn Thee, Savior, hither?
It was Thy wondrous love,
And my most utter need,
Made Thy compassions move,
Stronger than death indeed.

Then let me give my heart
To Him who loved me, wholly;
And live, while here I dwell,
To show His praises solely;
Yes, Jesus, form anew
This stony heart of mine,
Make it till death still true
To Thee, for ever Thine.

Let nought be left within
But what Thy hand hath planted;
Root out the weeds of sin,
And quell the foe who haunted
My soul, and set the tares;
From Thee comes nothing ill,
O save me from his snares,
Make plain my pathway still.

Thou art the Life, O Lord,
And Thou its Light art only!
Let not Thy blessèd rays
Still leave me dark and lonely.
Star of the East, arise!
Drive all my clouds away,
Till earth’s dim twilight dies
Into the perfect day!

O Word immortal of eternal God,
Only begotten of the only Source,
For our salvation stooping to the course
Of human life, and born of Mary’s blood.
In equal honor with the Holy Ghost,
And with th’eternal Father glorified.

Sprung from the ever virgin womanhood
Of her who bare Thee, God immutable,
Incarnate, made as man with man to dwell,
And condescending to the bitter Rood;
In equal honor with the Holy Ghost,
And with th’eternal Father glorified.

Save us, O Christ, our God, for Thou hast died
To save Thy people to the uttermost,
And dying tramplest death in victory;
One of the ever blessèd Trinity,
In equal honor with the Holy Ghost,
And with th’eternal Father glorified.

Thanks to God whose Word was spoken
In the deed that made the earth.
His the voice that called a nation;
His the fires that tried her worth.
God has spoken; God has spoken;
Praise him for his open Word.

Thanks to God whose Word incarnate
Glorified the flesh of man.
Deeds and words and death and rising
Tell the grace in heaven’s plan.
God has spoken; God has spoken;
Praise him for his open Word.

Thanks to God whose Word is answered
By the Spirit’s voice within.
Here we drink of joy unmeasured,
Life redeemed from death and sin.
God is speaking; God is speaking;
Praise him for his open Word.
 

Thou art the everlasting Word,
The Father’s only Son;
God manifestly seen and heard,
And Heav’n’s belovèd one:

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Worthy, O Lamb of God, art Thou
That every knee to Thee should bow.

In Thee most perfectly expressed
The Father’s glories shine;
Of the full deity possessed,
Eternally divine:

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True image of the Infinite,
Whose essence is concealed;
Brightness of uncreated light;
The heart of God revealed:

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But the high mysteries of Thy Name
An angel’s grasp transcend;
The Father only—glorious claim!—
The Son can comprehend:

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Throughout the universe of bliss,
The center Thou, and sun;
Th’eternal theme of praise of this,
To Heav’n’s belovèd one:

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Word supreme, before creation
Born of God eternally,
Who didst will for our salvation
To be born on earth, and die;
Well Thy saints have kept their station,
Watching till Thine hour is nigh.

Now ’tis come and faith espies Thee;
Like an eaglet in the morn,
One in steadfast worship eyes Thee;
Thy beloved, Thy latest born;
In Thy glory he descries Thee
Reigning from the tree of scorn.

He upon Thy bosom lying
Thy true tokens learned by heart;
And Thy dearest pledge in dying,
Lord, Thou didst to him impart;
Show’dst him how, all grace supplying,
Blood and water from Thee start.

He first hoping and believing
Did beside the grave adore;
Latest he, the warfare leaving,
Landed on the eternal shore;
And his witness we receiving
Own Thee Lord forevermore.

Much he asked in loving wonder,
On Thy bosom leaning, Lord!
In that secret place of thunder,
Answer kind didst Thou accord,
Wisdom for Thy church to ponder
Till the day of dread award.

Lo! Heav’n’s doors lift up, revealing
How Thy judgments earthward move;
Scrolls unfolded, trumpets pealing,
Wine cups from the wrath above,
Yet o’er all a soft voice stealing—
“Little children, trust and love!”

Thee, the Almighty King eternal,
Father of the eternal word;
Thee, the Father’s Word supernal,
Thee, of both, the Breath adored;
Heaven, and earth, and realms infernal
Own, one glorious God and Lord.

Blessèd Jesus, at Thy Word
We are gathered all to hear Thee;
Let our hearts and souls be stirred
Now to seek and love and fear Thee,
By Thy teachings sweet and holy,
Drawn from earth to love Thee solely.

All our knowledge, sense and sight
Lie in deepest darkness shrouded,
Til Thy Spirit breaks our night
With the beams of truth unclouded.
Thou alone to God canst win us;
Thou must work all good within us.

Glorious Lord, Thyself impart!
Light of light, from God proceeding,
Open Thou our ears and heart;
Help us by Thy Spirit’s pleading;
Hear the cry Thy people raises;
Hear and bless our prayers and praises.

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Praise to Thee and adoration!
Grant that we Thy Word may trust
And obtain true consolation
While we here below must wander,
Till we sing Thy praises yonder.

All that’s good, and great, and true,
All that is and is to be,
Be it old or be it new,
Comes, O Father, comes from Thee.

Mercies dawn with every day,
Newer, brighter than before;
And the sun’s declining ray
Layeth others up in store.

Not a bird that doth not sing
Sweetest praises to Thy Name;
Not an insect on the wing
But Thy wonders doth proclaim.

Every blade and every tree
All in happy concert ring,
And in wondrous harmony
Join in praises to their King.

Fill us, then, with love divine;
Grant that we, though toiling here,
May in spirit, being Thine,
See and hear Thee everywhere.

May we all, with songs of praise,
Whilst on earth Thy Name adore,
Till with angel choirs we raise
Songs of praise forevermore.

God of creation, all-pow’rful, all-wise,
Lord of the universe, rich with surprise,
Maker, Sustainer, and Ruler of all,
We are your children—you hear when we call.

God of the ages, through time’s troubled years,
You are the one in whom hist’ry coheres;
Nations and empires your purpose fulfill,
Moving in freedom, yet working your will.

God of redemption, who wrought our rebirth,
Called out your church from the ends of the earth,
Still you are Savior, put darkness to flight;
Overcome sin by salvation’s pure light.

God of your people, your Word still stands fast;
Do for us now as you’ve done in the past!
Yours is the kingdom, your triumph we claim,
Challenging evil in Jesus’ strong name.

God of our now, all our trust is in you,
Covenant God, ever faithful and true;
Sov’reign Creator, Redeemer, and Lord,
Now and forever your name be adored!

Jesus is God! The solid earth,
The ocean broad and bright,
The countless stars like golden dust,
That strew the sky at night,
The wheeling storm, the dreadful fire,
The pleasant wholesome air,
The summer’s sun, the winter’s frost,
His own creation were.

Jesus is God! The glorious bands
Of golden angels sing
Songs of adoring praise to Him,
Their Maker and their King.
He was true God in Bethlehem’s crib,
On Calvary’s cross true God,
He Who in Heav’n eternal reigned,
In time on earth abode.

Jesus is God! Let sorrow come,
And pain, and every ill,
All are worthwhile, for all are means
His glory to fulfill;
Worthwhile a thousand years of woe
To speak one little word,
If by that “I believe” we own
The Godhead of our Lord.

Jesus is God! O! could I now
But compass earth and sea,
To teach and tell the single truth,
How happy should I be!
O! had I but an angel’s voice,
I would proclaim so loud,
Jesus, the good, the beautiful,
Is everlasting God.

O give thanks to Him Who made
Morning light and evening shade;
Source and Giver of all good,
Nightly sleep and daily food;
Quickener of our wearied powers,
Guard of our unconscious hours.

O give thanks to nature’s King,
Who made every breathing thing;
His, our warm and sentient frame,
His, the mind’s immortal flame.
O how close the ties that bind
Spirits to the Eternal Mind!

O give thanks with heart and lip,
For we are His workmanship;
And all creatures are His care:
Not a bird that cleaves the air
Falls unnoticed; but who can
Speak the Father’s love to man?

O give thanks to Him Who came
In a mortal, suffering frame—
Temple of the Deity—
Came for rebel man to die;
In the path Himself hath trod
Leading back His saints to God.

See the gold upon the hills,
See the opal in the sky;
Trembling dawn each valley fills,
Christ’s own morning draweth nigh.

His the kingdom, His the crown,
His the ages yet to be;
All the lands of fair renown,
And the islands of the sea.

All the hungers of the race,
All the wounds from which men cry:
All are met in Jesus’ grace;
He doth heal and satisfy.

None are strangers to His care,
Royal gifts for all are free;
All mankind His brethren are,
And the world His Galilee.

Victor He, when conquerors fail,
King o’er all, when monarchs die;
He shall through the earth prevail,
Win the last long victory.

His the gold upon the hills,
His the light across the sea;
His the purpose that fulfills,
His the day that is to be.

There’s not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lily fair,
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.

There’s not of grass a single blade,
Or leaf of loveliest green,
Where heav’nly skill is not displayed,
And heav’nly wisdom seen.

There’s not a star whose twinkling light
Shines on the distant earth
And cheers the silent gloom of night,
But God has given it birth.

There’s not a place on earth’s vast round
In ocean deep, or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found,
For God is everywhere.

Around, beneath, below, above,
As far as space extends,
There He displays His boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.