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See where the orb of day

Meter: 6.6.8.6.6.6 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: See where the orb of day In glory sinks to rest, The clouds of gold and purple crown The mountains of the west; And eve in silence brings The night on dusky wings. It is the hour of peace, And hearts to heaven ascend: Come with your burdens and your care, To an unchanging Friend; And let the passing day Bear all your fears away. It is the hour of prayer; Let every fault be known; Unveil the secrets of the soul, And every sin disown; The blood for sinners spilt, Shall bear away your guilt. 27 It is the hour of praise; Let joy the stillness break; And every grateful thought of God To living song awake; And saints in heaven shall bear To God your fervent prayer. The night in silence falls: O God, to Thee be praise! And to the Spirit and the Son, Throughout the endless days; Eternal Three in One, While endless ages run.
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Bethlehem rejoices!

Author: John Brownlie; St. John of Damascus Meter: 6.5.6.5 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: Bethlehem rejoices! Hark the voices clear, Singing in the starlight Nearer and more near. Unto God be glory, Peace to men be given; This His will who dwelleth In the heights of heaven. Heaven cannot contain Him, Nor the bounds of earth, Yet, oh glorious mystery! Virgin gives Him birth. Unto God be glory, Peace to men be given; This His will who dwelleth In the heights of heaven. 69 Now the light ariseth In the darkened skies, Now the proud are humbled And the lowly rise. Unto God be glory, Peace to men be given; This His will who dwelleth In the heights of heaven.
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Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks

Meter: 10.10.10.10 Appears in 5 hymnals Lyrics: Glory to God! The morn appointed breaks, And earth awakes from all the woeful past; For, with the morn, the Lord of Life awakes, And sin and death into the grave are cast. Glory to God! The cross, with all its shame, Now sheds its glory o'er a ransomed world; For He who bore the burden of our blame, With pierced hands the foe to hell hath hurled. Glory to God! Sing ransomed souls again, And let your songs our glorious Victor laud, Who by His might hath snapped the tyrant's chain, And set us free to rise with Him to God. 84 Darkness and night, farewell! the morn is here; Welcome! the light that ushers in the day; Visions of joy before our sight appear, And like the clouds, our sorrows melt away. Great Son of God, Immortal and renowned! Brighter than morn the glory on Thy brow; Crowns must be won, and Thou art nobly crowned, For death is dead, and sin is vanquished now.
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We have heard the wondrous story

Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: We have heard the wondrous story Of the Resurrection morn; We have seen its matchless glory, Christ the risen Lord adorn. Let us worship and adore Him, Let us now fall down before Him. Men with erring sinners found Thee, Found the only sinless One; And upon a cross they bound Thee, For the good that Thou hadst done; Let us worship and adore Him, Let us now fall down before Him. 88 We have heard the wondrous story Of the Resurrection morn: Christ our God, to Him be glory, For the bands of death are torn; Let us worship and adore Him, Come and let us fall before Him. Come, ye faithful, come with gladness, To your God thanksgiving pay; For the Cross was shorn of sadness On the Resurrection day: Let us worship and adore Him, Come and let us bow before Him.
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Past the cross with all its shame

Meter: 7.5.7.5.7.5 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: Past the cross with all its shame, All its grief and gloom; Past the solitude of death In the silent tomb: Lo, the Victor from the strife, Giver of Immortal life. Stands He there on Olivet, With an outstretched hand, Calling His last blessing down, On His faithful band, Ere He mounts the azure height Past the range of mortal sight. Bow, ye heavens, in reverence low; Clouds, a pathway clear; For the Christ, who came to earth, Mounts the glowing sphere; Stand, ye heavenly gates, aside, For He enters to abide. 96 Angels look with wondering gaze, As their Lord draws nigher; Why these wounded hands and feet? And that stained attire? Hail! the God-man from the strife, Wins for man immortal life. All alone, the faithful gaze Towards the silent skies; For the Christ hath passed beyond Love's enquiring eyes; But our flesh is knit to His Where the ascended God-man is.
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Oh, may the Spirit of all grace

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Oh, may the Spirit of all grace Descend and in our hearts abide, And what of good or ill betide, Find in them aye a resting-place. There is no peace to mortals given, Save when the Spirit finds His rest Within the secret of our breast, And there inspires the calm of heaven. Our earthly calms a storm presage; They whisper peace, and tempests rise; And clouds obscure the brightest skies, And winds and waves in tumult rage. 98 No storm disturbs the heavenly peace; No whispering fills the soul with fears As when the brooding tempest nears, And clouds around our path increase. 'Tis lasting calm, 'tis heavenly rest: Come, Spirit of the Living God, And in our spirits shed abroad The peace that makes the troubled blest.
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To God the Holy Ghost

Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: To God the Holy Ghost Let homage due be paid, Who, when we sorrow most, Comes with His heavenly aid, And speaks the word alluring, kind, That fills with peace the anxious mind. Then winds their raging cease, And billows sink to rest; Our souls repose in peace, As child on mother's breast; Blest Spirit! there is naught to fear, When Thou, our Comforter, art near. Come then, Thou gracious Guest, Our earnest prayers ascend; Prepare Thyself a rest, Abide our constant Friend; Fulfil the promise Jesus made, When sorrow on His soul was laid. 100 Oh, bid our darkness flee, And with Thy light come in; Our souls from trouble free, And from the thrall of sin: Blest Spirit! condescending, come, And make our souls Thy chosen home.
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O King enthroned on high

Meter: 6.6.8.4 Appears in 25 hymnals Lyrics: O King enthroned on high, Thou Comforter Divine, Blest Spirit of all Truth, be nigh And make us Thine. Yea, Thou art everywhere, All places far or near; Oh, listen to our humble prayer, Be with us here! Thou art the source of life, Thou art our treasure-store; Give us Thy peace, and end our strife For evermore. 103 Descend, O Heavenly Dove, Abide with us alway; And in the fulness of Thy love Cleanse us, we pray.
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Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: Lord, may Thy Holy Spirit calm Our troubled souls, and give them rest; And with His touch, like healing balm, Allay the pain of the distressed. We hear the promise Thou didst make To lone disciples long ago; And peace and hope our souls o'ertake, And joy dispels our brooding woe. Now let us feel the Spirit's power, And let us hear His gracious word; Fulfil to us this holy hour, The promise of our dying Lord. 107 Come, Holy Ghost, with warmth of love, With light of hope, and calm of peace, And raise our sense-bound souls above The mocking joys of earth that cease.
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O Gracious Christ, Thy power reveal

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: O Gracious Christ, Thy power reveal, And let Thy sin-sick servant live; Speak but the word, for Thou canst heal, And from its wounds my soul relieve. My stricken soul for succour cries, For Thou, O Lord, compassion art; Now, while I lift my pleading eyes, Thy healing grace in love impart. Thou, Lord, didst journey long ago, Where sick and sorrowing lives were spent; And Thou didst heed the call of woe, And joy and health from heaven were sent. 111 And Thou hast power to-day as then, And Thou with love art loving still; Still art Thou with the sons of men Thy healing mission to fulfil. Teach me, O Christ, my rest to find From all my sickness and my care, Upon Thy love exceeding kind, That finds the needy everywhere.

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