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Hymns

Psalms 3:8

• [Psa 3:8] Great Source Of Unexhausted Good

  Great Source of unexhausted good, Who givest us health and friends and food And peace and calm content; Like fragrant incense, to the skies, Let songs of grateful praises rise For all Thy blessings lent. Through all the dangers of the day, Thy providence attends our way, To guard us and to guide; Thy grace directs our wandering will, And warns us, lest seducing ill Allure our souls aside. To Thee our lives, our all, we owe, Our peace and sweetest joys below, And brightest hopes above; Then let our lives, and all that’s ours, Our souls, and all our active powers, Be sacred to Thy love.

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• [Psa 3:8] Thy Blessing, O Lord

  Thy blessing, O Lord, With peace us afford; Protect and keep us from danger. Thy face ever bright With heavenly light Let shine now upon us, Thy children. Thy countenance lift, And grant us Thy gift, The peace that abideth forever. That thus we may be Forever with Thee; O Jesus, say “Amen,” yea, “Amen.”
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Habakkuk 3:3

• [Hab 3:3] Lord, Thy Glory Fills The Heaven

  “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” singing, “Lord of Hosts, the Lord Most High.” Ever thus, in God’s high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thought His greatness raises, And our love His gifts excite; With His seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow. “Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Thus Thy glorious Name confessing, We adopt the angels’ cry, “Holy, holy, holy” blessing Thee, the Lord of Hosts Most High!

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• [Hab 3:3] Rod Of The Root Of Jesse

  Rod of the Root of Jesse, Thou, Flower of Mary born, From that thick shady mountain Cam’st glorious forth this morn: Of her, the ever virgin, Incarnate wast Thou made, The immaterial Essence, The God by all obeyed! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! The Gentiles’ expectation, Whom Jacob’s words foretell, Who Syria’s pride shall vanquish, Samaria’s power shalt quell; Thou from the Root of Judah Like some fair plant dost spring, To turn old Gentile error To Thee, its God and King! Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today! In Balaam’s ancient vision The eastern seers were skilled; They marked the constellations, And joy their spirits filled; For Thou, bright Star of Jacob, Arising in Thy might, Didst call these Gentile first-fruits To worship in Thy light. They, in holy reverence bend, Gifts acceptable present. As on a fleece descending The gentle dews distill, As drops the earth that water, The virgin didst Thou fill. Tarshish and Ethiopia, The Isles and Araby, And Media, leagues with Sheba, Fall down and worship Thee. Glory, Lord, Thy servants pay To Thy wondrous might today!

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