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Around the throne of God a band

Author: John Mason Neale Hymnal: EH1916 #291 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: ABENDS Lyrics: Around the throne of God a band Of bright and glorious angels stand; Sweet harps within their hands they hold, And on their heads are crowns of gold. Some wait around him ready still To sing his praise and do his will, And some, when he commands them, go To guard his servants here below. Lord, give thine angels every day Command to guard us on our way, And bid them every evening keep Their watch around us while we sleep. So shall no wicked thing draw near To do us harm, or cause us fear; And we shall dwell, when life is past, With angels round thy throne at last. Amen. Topics: Holy Days St. Michael and All Angels; Catechism; Sunday Schools General Use Languages: English
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O Love divine, that stooped to share

Author: Oliver Wendell Holmes Hymnal: EH1916 #400 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Tune Title: ABENDS Lyrics: O Love divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear! On thee we cast each earth-born care; We smile at pain while thou art near. Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, thou art near. When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us, thou art near. On thee we rest our burdening woe, O Love divine, for ever dear! Content to suffer while we know, Living and dying, thou art near. Amen. Topics: Visitation Languages: English
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Saviour! when in dust to Thee

Author: Robert Grant Hymnal: EH1916 #130b (1916) Tune Title: ABERYSTWYTH Lyrics: Savior! when in dust to thee Low we bow the adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, O by all thy pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany! By thy helpless infant years, By thy life of want and tears, By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power; Turn, O turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany! By the sacred grief that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within thy fold; From thy seat above the sky, Hear our solemn litany! By thine hour of dire despair, By thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn; By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice; Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany! By thy deep expiring groan, By the sad sepulchral stone, By the vault, whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God: O from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, reascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany! Amen. Topics: Ash Wednesday and Lent; Sunday Schools
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The spacious firmament on high

Author: Joseph Addison Hymnal: EH1916 #252 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8 D Tune Title: ADDISON'S Lyrics: The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty Hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; For ever singing, as they shine, "The Hand that made us is divine." Topics: Sundays after Trinity Praise and Adoration; Holy Communion Introits Scripture: Psalm 19 Languages: English
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O come, all ye faithful

Author: Frederick Oakeley Hymnal: EH1916 #72 (1916) Meter: Irregular Tune Title: ADESTE FIDELES Lyrics: O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem; Come and behold him, Born the King of angels; O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. God of God, Light of Light, Lo! He abhors not the Virgin's womb; Very God, Begotten, not created; Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above: Glory to God In the highest; Yea, Lord, we greet thee, Born this happy morning; Jesus, to thee be glory given; Word of the Father, Now in flesh appearing; Amen. Topics: Christmas; Processional; Sunday Schools Christmastide Languages: English
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How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord

Hymnal: EH1916 #212a (1916) Tune Title: ADESTE FIDELES Lyrics: How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? Fear not, I am with thee; O be not dismayed! I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow; For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell shall endeavor to shake, I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake. Topics: Sundays after Easter; Sundays after Trinity Faith Languages: English
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Oft in danger, oft in woe

Author: Henry Kirke White Hymnal: EH1916 #116b (1916) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Tune Title: ADVENT Lyrics: Oft in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go; Fight the fight, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the Bread of Life. Let sour drooping hearts be glad; March in heavenly armour clad; Fight, nor think the battle long, Soon shall victory 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 prove; Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go. Topics: Septuagesima; Sunday Schools General Use; Parochial Missions
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O Saving Victim, opening wide

Author: St. Thomas Aquinas, c. 1227-1294; Edward Caswall Hymnal: EH1916 #331b (1916) Tune Title: AETERNE REX Lyrics: O saving Victim, opening wide The gate of heaven to man below, Our foes press on from every side, Thine aid supply, thy strength bestow. All praise and thanks to thee ascend For evermore, blest One in Three; O grant us life that shall not end, In our true native land with thee. Amen. Topics: Holy Communion
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God of our fathers, known of old

Author: Rudyard Kipling Hymnal: EH1916 #439b (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Tune Title: AGINCOURT Lyrics: God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle line, Beneath whose aweful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine: Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget. 399 The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart; Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart: Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget. Far called our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget. If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the law: Lord God of hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget. For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard; All valiant dust that builds on dust, And, guarding, calls not thee to guard: For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on thy people, Lord. Amen. Topics: National Days
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Teach us what Thy love has borne

Hymnal: EH1916 #142c (1916) Meter: 7.7.7.6 Tune Title: AGNES Lyrics: 16 Teach us what Thy love has borne, That with loving sorrow torn Truly contrite we may mourn: We beseech Thee, hear us. 17 Gifts of light and grace bestow, Help us to resist the foe, Fearing what alone is woe: We beseech Thee, hear us. 18 Let not sin within us reign, May we gladly suffer pain, If it purge away our stain: We beseech Thee, hear us. 19 May we to all evil die, Fleshly longings crucify, Fix our hearts and thoughts on high: We beseech Thee, hear us. 20 Grant us faith to know Thee near, Hail Thy grace, Thy judgment fear, And through trial persevere: We beseech Thee, hear us. 21 Grant us hope from earth to rise, And to strain with eager eyes Towards the promised heavenly prize: We beseech Thee, hear us. 22 Grant us love, Thy love to own, Love to live for Thee alone, And the power of grace make known: We beseech Thee, hear us. 23 All our weak endeavours bless, As we ever onward press Till we perfect holiness: We beseech Thee, hear us. 24 Lead us daily nearer Thee, Till at last Thy face we see, Crowned with Thine own purity: We beseech Thee, hear us. Amen. Topics: Ash Wednesday and Lent

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