Hymns for the public worship of the Church [compiled by E. Wackerbath].

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Page 45 - Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Page 34 - The LORD, ye know, is GOD indeed ; Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Page 13 - ANGELS ! from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye, who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : Come and worship Worship Christ, the new-born King.
Page 15 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 105 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run : Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Page 116 - MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour. And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above. 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord ; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford.
Page 61 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Page 16 - Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall : Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Page 112 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in Heaven above.
Page 110 - GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, Beneath thine own Almighty wings. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

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