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Lord, to whom shall we go?
SAVIOUR! needs the world no longer
To rejoice beneath thy light ?
Are we weary
Mighty Lord, so high above us,
Loving brother, all our own,
Who hast proved
Who so gentle to the sinners
As the soul that never fell ?
From the cross hath gone the glory?
Seems it less divinely borne ?
Unarrayed in thy divineness,
Souls and worlds are incomplete;
O our Glory!
Yesterday doth tribute render
To the brightness of thy sway;
Must it vanish ?
Endless Lover! never, never
Wilt Thou cease to save and shine;
Come and bless them,
To know the love of Christ which passeth
O LOVE Divine that passeth thought !
Yet on that love our thoughts would dwell; O grace our strains that maketh nought!
Yet o'er that grace our songs would swell.
For us the Lord forsook that throne;
For us the sinless bore that cross ; O most divine when most our own!
O sweetest when most marvellous !
Those deeps of grace our thoughts that drown,
Yet make our sure abiding place; Strange glory that our minds bows down
Sweet portion that our souls embrace.
The more of his ear love we learn
We feel it more all thought excel; The more his glory we discern,
More glorious grows Emmanuel.
Joy ! joy! that we may ne'er explore
His height; his depth ; his all of love; O full our feast for evermore,
Our task, our song, below, above !
Blest lore, we ne'er may wholly learn !
Sweet tale, we ne'er may meetly tell ! For eyer our rapt souls shall yearn;
For ever our glad songs shall swell.
Render to Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's, and
to God the things that are God's.
LORD! thy gracious voice hath spoken,
Lord! thy faithful ones obey : Not by us be rudely broken
Christ's command or Cæsar's sway! God too greatly cannot task us,
Tribute glad we bring the Lord; Service slight must Cæsar ask us—
Tribute small can we afford,
Yet each holier soul desireth
Nobler Cæsars to appear, Each diviner hour requireth
Powers and thrones more glorious hereAll our tribute, all our treasure
We would spend where we can love; Jesus! come and be our Caesar!
Sovereign here, as Lord above.
Low before thy kingdom's splendour,
Make the world's poor kingdom bow! Lord! to Thee our all we render
Thou our gracious Cæsar, Thou ! Thy mild monarchy victorious
Half thy word shall needless make. Our least service shall be glorious
All our tribute God shall take,
Thy kingdom come !
COME, kingdom of our God,
Sweet reign of light and love! Shed peace, and hope, and joy abroad,
And wisdom from above.
Over our spirits first
Extend thy healing reign; There raise and quench the sacred thirst
That never pains again.
Come, kingdom of our God!
And make the broad earth thine; Stretch o'er her lands and isles the rod
That flowers with grace divine.
all tribes be blest With fruit from life's glad tree; And in its shade like brothers rest,
Sons of one family.
Come, kingdom of our God!
And raise thy glorious throne In worlds by the undying trod,
Where God shall bless his own.