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Eleventh Sunday after Trinity

(Prayer requests, anyone?)



Oh, the delights, the heavenly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of His o'erflowing grace!
Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow;
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.

And while our faith enjoys this sight,
We long to leave our clay;
And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord,
To fetch our souls away.


Archangels sound His lofty praise
Through every heavenly street;
And lay their highest honors down,
Submissive at His feet.
His head, the dear majestic head
That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!

This is the man, th' exalted man,
Whom we unseen adore;
But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.
Lord, how our souls are all on fire
To see thy bless'd abode!
Our tongues rejoice in tunes of praise
To our incarnate God!
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