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O God, the Holy Ghost,
Whose fires of Pentecost
In this far wilderness
Leave us not comfortless:
Thee we love, Thee we bless,
Thee we adore.
Strike your harps, heavenly powers;
World without end.
THE TRUMPET OF JUBILEE.
“ Trumpets of silver.”-Num. X. 2.
O BROTHERS, lift your voices,
Triumphant songs to raise ; Till heaven on high rejoices,
And earth is fill'd with praise. Ten thousand hearts are bounding
With holy hopes, and free; The Gospel trump is sounding,
The trump of Jubilee.
O Christian brothers ! glorious
Shall be the conflict's close :
The cross hath been victorious,
And shall be o'er its foes.
Faith is our battle-token;
Our Leader all controls ;
Our trophies, fetters broken ;
Our captives, ransom'd souls.
Not unto us
To Thee all praise be due ! Whose blood-bought mercy frees us,
Has freed our brethren too.
Not unto us—in glory
The angels catch the strain, And cast their crowns before Thee
Captain of our salvation,
Thy presence we adore : Praise, glory, adoration
Be Thine for evermore! Still on in conflict pressing
On Thee Thy people call, Thee, King of kings, confessing,
Thee crowning Lord of all.
“HE SHALL GATHER THE LAMBS WITH HIS
ISAIAH xl. 11.
Poor shepherdless lambs, amid darkness and dangers,
We sported in paths of temptation and sin;
None guided us out, and none folded us in.
But Jesus heard tell of our pitiful story,
And love fill’d His bosom with grief for our loss, For us He forsook the bright mansions of glory,
And came to the manger, the garden, the cross.
He sought and He found : in His bosom He laid us,
And show'd us the marks in His hands and His feet, And gently, meanwhile, to His sheepfold convey'd us,
A shelter from tempest, a shadow from heat.