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We never will throw off His fear Your everlasting love to man. 4/4
Who hears our solemn vow; HOME
And if you are well pleased to hear, 396 Glorious things of you are
Come down, and meet us now. 4/5 spoken,
Verse 5 Verse 1
To each the cov'nant blood apply, Glorious things of you are spoken,
Zion, city of our God; He whose word cannot be
Which takes our sins away;
And register our names on high, broken Formed you for his own abode.
And keep us to that day. 5/5
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395 Father of everlasting grace, What can shake your sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Verse 1 You may smile at all your foes. 1/3
Father of everlasting grace,
Your goodness and your truth we praise, Verse 2
Your goodness and your truth we prove; See! the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
You have, in honour of your son Well supply your sons and daughters,
The gift unspeakable sent down, And all fear of want remove;
The Spir't of life, and power, and love. 1/4
Who can faint, while such a river
Verse 2 Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Send us the spirit of your Son, Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
To make the depths of Godhead known, Never fails from age to age. 2/3
To make us share the life divine;
Verse 3
Send him the sprinkled blood to apply, Send him Saviour, if of Zion's city
our souls to sanctify, I, through grace, a member am, Let the world
And show and seal us ever thine. 2/4 deride or pity, I will glory in your name.
Verse 3 Fading is the worldling's pleasure,
So shall we pray, and never cease, All his boasted pomp and show;
So shall we thankfully confess Solid joys and lasting treasure
Your wisdom, truth, and power, and love; None but Zion's children know. 3/3
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With joy unspeakable adore, 397 For the might of thine arm
And bless and praise you evermore,
And serve you as your hosts above: 3/4 we bless Thee
Verse 1
Verse 4 For the might of thine arm we bless Thee, our
Till, added to that heavenly choir, God, our fathers' God;
We raise our songs of triumph higher, Thou hast kept Thy pilgrim people
And praise you in a bolder strain,
by the strength of Thy staff and rod; Thou hast
Out-soar the first-born seraph's flight, called us to the journey which faithless feet
And sing, with all our friends in light, ne'er trod;
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