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Invocation

TALLIS ORDINAL C. M.

T. Tallis, 1520–1585

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i Come, Ho - ly Spir - it, heav'n-ly Dove, With all thy quick’ning pow'rs; Kin

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1 Our God, our God, thou shin-est here, Thine own this lat - ter day; To

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He draweth near, he standeth by,

He fills our eyes, our ears;
Come King of gracel thy people cry,
And bring the glorious years.

T. H, Gill 1860 The Author's title for this hymn is " The Glory of the Latter Days." The title is accompanied by the following quotation from Milton. The power of thy grace is not passed away with the primitive times, as fond and faithless men imagine, but thy kingdom is now at hand and thou slandest at the door.

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ST. SAVIOUR C. M.

F. G. Baker, 1840-1872

1 The glo - ry

of the spring how sweet! The new-born life how glad! What

joy the hap - py earth to greet, In new, bright rai-ment clad!

A-men.

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Thou sendest forth thy Spirit, they are created;

and Thou renewest the face of the earth." Divine Renewer, thee I bless;

I greet thy going forth;
I love thee in the loveliness

Of thy renewed earth.

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MORECAMBE 10s. 4 1.

Frederick C. Atkinson, c. 1870

i Spir - it of God, de - scend up-on my heart; Wean it from earth; through

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all its puls - es move; Stoop to my weak-ness, might-y

as thou art,

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I ask no dream, no prophet-ecstasies;

No sudden rending of the veil of clay; No angel-visitant, no opening skies;

But take the dimness of my soul away.

3 Hast thou not bid us love thee, God and King ?

All, all thine own, soul, heart, and strength, and mind; I see thy cross—there teach my heart to cling:

O let me seek thee, and O let me find.

4 Teach me to feel that thou art always nigh;

Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear, To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh;

Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

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Teach me to love thee as thine angels love,

One holy passion filling all my frame;
The baptism of the heaven-descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and thy love the flame.
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George Croly, 1854

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