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"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:

3 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given,

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord.

Thus Thy glorious Name confessing,

We adopt Thy angels' cry,

'Holy, Holy, Holy,' blessing

Thee the Lord of Hosts most high!” Amen.

Bp. R. Mant.

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Summa Parens clementiæ.

PARENT of all, whose love displayed
Still rules the world Thy bounty made,
Fain would we raise the hymn to Thee,
In Substance One, in Person Three.

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Fain would we chant to Thee the song,
Which through the ages all along
Is chanted by Thy heavenly train,
And earth resounds to heaven again.

3 Taught by Thy word this festal day
Our homage of true faith we pay :
Oh, in that faith preserve us still,
And shield us evermore from ill :

4 That still our lips Thy praise may show, And with Thy holy church below,

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Above with Thy angelic host,

Sing Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.

150.

Bishop Mant. (tr.)

FATHER of heaven, whose love profound
A ransom for our souls hath found,
Before Thy throne we sinners bend,
To us Thy pardoning love extend.

2 Almighty Son, Incarnate Word,
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord;
Before Thy throne we sinners bend,
To us Thy saving grace extend.

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Eternal Spirit, by whose breath

The soul is raised from sin and death;
Before Thy throne we sinners bend,
To us Thy quickening power extend.

4 Jehovah, Father, Spirit, Son; Mysterious Godhead, Three in One! Before Thy throne we sinners bend, Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. Amen. 7. Cooper.

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mercy on us, God most high,

Who lift our hearts to Thee;

Have mercy on us worms of earth,
Most Holy Trinity.

Most Ancient of all mysteries!

Before Thy throne we lie;

Have mercy now, most merciful,
Most Holy Trinity.

3 When heaven and earth were yet unmade, When time was yet unknown,

Thou, in Thy bliss and majesty,
Didst live and love alone.

4 How wonderful Creation is,
The work that Thou didst bless;

And oh

what then must Thou be like?

Eternal Loveliness!

5 Most Ancient of all mysteries!
Still at Thy throne we lie;
Have mercy now, most merciful,
Most Holy Trinity! Amen.

F. W. Faber.

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We love Thee, Lord, yet not alone,
Because Thy bounteous hand

Showers down its rich and ceaseless gifts
On ocean, and on land:

For these Thy gifts we praise Thee, Lord,
Yet not for these alone

The incense of Thy children's love
Arises to Thy throne.

We love Thee, Lord, because, when we
Had erred and gone astray,

Thou didst recal our wandering souls
Into the heavenward way:

When helpless, hopeless, we were lost
In sin and sorrow's night,

Thou didst send forth a guiding ray
Of Thy benignant light.

3 Because, O Lord, Thou loved'st us
With everlasting love,

And sentest forth Thy Son to die
That we might live above ;

Because, when we were heirs of wrath,

Thou gavest hopes of heaven:

We love because we much have sinned,
And much have been forgiven.

153.

I IN glorious majesty, how great

Must our Creator be,

C. Elliott.*

Who dwells amidst the dazzling light
Of vast infinity!

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Our soaring spirits upward rise
Toward the celestial throne;
We meditate the Blessèd Three,

And the Almighty One.

3 Our reason stretches all its wings,
And climbs above the skies;

But still how far beneath Thy feet
Our grovelling reason lies!

4 Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore;

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For the weak pinions of the mind

Can stretch a thought no more.

In humble notes our faith adores
The great mysterious King,

While angels strain their nobler powers

And sweep the immortal string.

I. Watts.*

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OUR God is love; and all His saints

His image bear below:

The heart with love to God inspired

With love to man will glow.

Teach us to love each other, Lord,

As we are loved of Thee;

For none are truly born of God
Who live in enmity.