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By Edward Henry Bickersteth

Bickersteth, Edward Henry (1825-1906)

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THE EARTHQUAKE.

ON THE SLOW MOVEMENT OF THE SAME.

TO A FOREIGNER HEARING “HERZ MEIN HERZ” SUNG TO THE HARP.

PLATO.

LAMENTATIONS, ch. i. v. 1–7.

ALONE UPON THE MOUNTAINS.

SONNET.

THE LAST HOUR OF 1846.

CERULINE.

THE CHURCH—A FRAGMENT.

THE IRISH PROTESTANT CONVERTS.

THE PROTESTANT.

HYMNS ON THE JUBILEE YEAR OF THE CHURCH MISSIONARY SOCIETY.

I. REV. V. 13.

II.

II. PSALM CXV. 1.

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I. REV. V. 13.

Lord Jesus, unto whom is given
All power on earth, all power in heaven—
O Lord, to Thine eternal praise
Our song of Jubilee we raise!

Thy hand has o'er our fallen world
The banner of Thy love unfurl'd;
To us reproach and shame belongs—
To Thee alone these rapturous songs.

Thanksgivings, with our prayers, arise,
And reach Thy throne beyond the skies;
To Thee our praise for victories past,
In Thee our trust to win at last.

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Dark storms are louring far and near,
Men's hearts are failing them for fear;
Our songs shall pierce the stormy sky,
For our redemption draweth nigh.

Then blessing, glory, power, and fame,
Be unto God and to the Lamb,
Till in full presence of our King
Our next great Jubilee we sing!