To thy Almighty Spirit be
Immortal glory given,
Whose influence brings us near to thee,
And trains us up for heaven.
Let men, with their united voice,
Adore th' eternal God,
And spread his honours and their joys,
Through nations far abroad.
Let faith, and love, and duty join,
One general song to raise;
Let saints in earth and heav'n combine,
In harmony and praise.
21. Praise to the Trinity.
BLEST be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.
Glory to thee, great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying souls.
We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom, or a shore.
22. Praise to God.
How can we adore,
Or worthily praise,
Thy mercy and power,
Thou God of all grace?
With honour and blessing
Before thee we fall,
Most gladly confessing
Thee Father of all.
The heavens and earth,
And water and air,
To thee owe their birth,
Subsist by thy care;
While angels are singing
Thy praises above,
We mortals are bringing
Our tribute of love.
Thou, Saviour, art one
With God the supreme,
His eternal Son,
Co-equal with him:
Invested with glory,
On high dost thou sit,
While angels adore thee,
And bow at thy feet.
How great was thy love!
How wondrous thy grace!
To come from above,
And save a lost race;
And, man to deliver,
Of woman wast born,
23. Praise to God.
WE give immortal praise
To God the Father's love,
For all our comforts here,
And better hopes above :
He sent his own.
Eternal Son,
To die for sins
That man had done.
To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood
From everlasting woe:
And now he lives,
And now he reigns,
And sees the fruit
Of all his pains.
To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating pow'r
Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes
The great design,
And fills the soul
With joy divine.
Almighty God, to thee
Be endless honours done,
The undivided Three,
And the mysterious One:
Where reason fails
With all her pow'rs,
There faith prevails,
And love adores.
Worship, honour, thanks, and blessing, One in Three,
Give we thee,
Never, never ceasing.
My God, my Father, blissful name! I call thee mine;
May I with sweet assurance claim
A portion so divine!
This only can my fears controul,
And bid my sorrows fly;
What harm can ever reach my
Beneath my Father's eye?
Whate'er thy providence denies,
I calmly would resign!
For thou art just, and wise, and good;
O bend my will to thine!
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