ST. ALBANS 6.5. 121.

Arranged from Haydn

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I Forward! be our watchword,
Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
Not a look behind.
Burns the fiery pillar

At our army's head:

Who shall dream of shrinking,
By our captain led?
Forward, out of error,

Leave behind the night;
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light!

2 Glories upon glories

Hath our God prepared,
By the souls that love him
One day to be shared.
Eye hath not beheld them,
Ear hath never heard;

Nor of these hath uttered
Thought or speech a word.
Forward, marching eastward
Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,
Till our faith be sight!

3 Far o'er yon horizon

Rise the city towers,
Where our God abideth:
That fair home is ours.
Flash the streets with jasper,

Shine the gates with gold;
Flows the gladdening river
Shedding joys untold.
Thither, onward thither,
In the spirit's might,
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into light!

Dean Henry Alford, 1810

I For all thy saints, O God,

Who strove in thee to live, Who followed thee, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive.

2 For all thy saints, O God,

Accept our thankful cry,

Who counted thee their great reward, And yearned for thee to die.

3 They all, in life and death,

With thee, Lord, in their view, Learned from thy holy spirit's breath To suffer and to do.

4 For this thy name we bless,

And humbly pray that we
May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in thee.

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Bishop Richard Mant, 1776

I Blest are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs;
Their soul is his abode.

2 Still to the lowly soul

God doth himself impart,

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1674

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing, as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
Joseph Addison, 1672
348

I Father, to thy kind love we owe
All that is fair and good below;
Bestower of the health that lies
On tearless cheeks and cheerful eyes!

2 Giver of sunshine and of rain!
Ripener of fruits on hill and plain!
Fountain of light, that, rayed afar,
Fills the vast urns of sun and star!

3 Yet deem we not that thus alone

Thy bounty and thy love are shown; For we have learned, with higher praise

And holier names, to speak thy ways.

4 In woe's dark hour, our kindest stay; Sole trust when life shall pass away; Listening to prayer, and reconciled Full quickly to thy erring child. William Cullen Bryant, 1794