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Monday Vespers.

Hymn VII.

[Lord, who shal dwel above with Thee]

Lord, who shal dwel above with Thee,
There on thy holy Hill?
Who shal those glorious Prospects see
That heav'n with gladnes fill?
Those happy souls who prize that life
Above the bravest here:
Whose greatest hope, whose eagrest strife,
Is once to settle there.

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They use this world, but value That;
That they supremely love:
They travel through this present state;
But place their home above.
Lord! who are they that thus chuse Thee,
But those Thou first didst chuse?
To whom Thou gav'st thy grace most free,
Thy grace not to refuse.
We of our selvs can nothing do,
But all on Thee depend:
Thine is the work, and wages too;
Thine, both the way and end.
O make us stil our work attend,
And we'l not doubt our pay:
We wil not fear a blessed end,
If thou but guide our way.
Glory to Thee, O bounteous Lord!
Who giv'st to all things breath:
Glory to Thee, Eternal Word!
Who sav'st us by thy death.
Glory, O Blessed Spirit, to Thee
Who fill'st our harts with love:
Glory to all the Mystick Three,
Who reign one God above.
Amen.