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XI.

[Holy, holy, holy Lord]

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To—“Hail the day that sees Him rise.”

Holy, holy, holy Lord,
God the Father, and the Word,
God the Comforter, receive
Blessing more than earth can give!
Mix'd with those beyond the sky,
Chanters to the Lord most high,
We our hearts and voices raise,
Echoing Thine eternal praise.
One inexplicably three,
Three in simplest Unity,
God, incline Thy gracious ear,
Us Thy lisping creatures hear:

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Thee while dust and ashes sings,
Angels shrink within their wings,
Prostrate seraphim above
Breathe unutterable love.
Happy they, who never rest,
With Thy heavenly presence bless'd!
They the heights of glory see,
Sound the depths of Deity:
Fain with them our souls would vie,
Sink as low, and mount as high,
Fall o'erwhelm'd with love, or soar,
Shout, or silently adore.