606 ST. THOMAS S. M. Aaron Williams, c. 1760 2 I love Thy church, O God! Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And graven on Thy hand. 3 If e'er to bless Thy sons My voice or hands deny, To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 5 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, These hands let useful skill forsake, 6 Sure as Thy truth shall last, This voice in silence die. 4 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; 607 DOMENICA S. M. To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, Rev. Timothy Dwight, 1800 Sir Herbert S. Oakeley, 1874 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; But we shall still be joined in heart, Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 5 This glorious hope revives Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear, And often for each other flows 4 When we asunder part, 609 BOYLSTON S. M. Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And perfect love and friendship reign, Rev. John Fawcett, 1772 Lowell Mason, 1832 Who fol -lowed Thee, obeyed, a dored, Our grateful hymn 2 For all thy saints, O Lord, Accept our thankful cry, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath Who counted Thee their great reward, 4 For this thy name we bless, And strove in Thee to die. 3 They all, in life and death, And humbly pray that we May follow them in holiness, With Thee, their Lord, in view, And live and die in Thee. 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, 4 When love, in one delightful stream, And with him bear a part; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart. Through every bosom flows; And union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glows. 3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride, 5 Love is the golden chain that binds Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, 613 MARKEN L. M. The happy souls above; And he's an heir of heaven who finds 2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true light. Alleluia ! 30 may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, And win, with them, the victors' crown of gold. Alleluia! 4 O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Alleluia ! 5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia! 6 The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; Alleluia ! 7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; |