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Hymns ancient and modern for use of the services of the church
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For by His flock their LoRp declared His Resurrection should be shared; And we who trust in Him to save With Him are risen from the grave.

We, one and all, of Him possest, Are with exceeding treasures blest; For all He did, and all He bare, He gives us as our own to share.

Eternal glory, rest on high,

A plessèd immortality,

True peace and gladness, and a throns, Are all His gifts, and all our own.

And therefore unto Thee we sing,

0 LoRp of peace, Eternal King;

Thy love we praise, Thy Name adore, Both on this day and evermore, Amen.

* The first dag of the week. AVY of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright; On thee the high and lowly, Before the eternal Throne, Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, To the great THREE in ONE.

On thee, at the creation,

The light first had its birth; On thee for our salvation

CHRIST rose from depths of earth; On thee our Lonp victorious

The SPIRIT sent from heaven; And thus on thee most glorious

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A day of resurrection From earth to things above.

To-day on weary nations The heavenly Manna falls, To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where Gospel-light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams.