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Henry Francis Lyte   1 comment

Above:  Flag of Scotland

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http://neatnik2009.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/feast-of-henry-francis-lyte-november-20/

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God of Mercy, God of Grace:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/god-of-mercy-god-of-grace/

Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2012/04/28/pleasant-are-thy-courts-above/

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Posted April 28, 2012 by neatnik2009 in Sources L

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Pleasant Are Thy Courts Above   1 comment

Above:  St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church, Hartwell, Georgia, January 15, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

(https://picasaweb.google.com/114749828757741527421/BishopWhitmoreSVisitToStAndrewSHartwell#5698322265941620546)

Hymn Source = The New Psalms and Hymns (1901), of the Presbyterian Church in the United States (1861-1983)

Words (in 1834) by Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), a Scottish Episcopalian priest and poet

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1.  Pleasant are Thy courts above,

In the land of light and love;

Pleasant are Thy courts below,

In this land of sin and woe.

O my spirit longs and faints

For the converse of Thy saints,

For the brightness of Thy face,

For Thy fulness, God of grace!

2.  Happy birds that sing and fly

Round Thy altars, O Most High!

Happier souls that find a rest

In a heav’nly Father’s breast!

Like the wand’ring dove that found

No repose on earth around,

They can to their ark repair

And enjoy it ever there.

3.  Happy souls! their praises flow

Even in this vale of woe;

Waters in the desert rise,

Manna feeds them from the skies;

On they go from strength to strength

Till they reach Thy throne at length;

At Thy feet adoring fall,

Who hast led them safe through all.

4.  Lord, be mine this prize to win,

Guide me through a world of sin;

Keep me in Thy saving grace,

Give me at Thy side a place;

Sun and shield alike Thou art,

Guide and guard my erring heart;

Grace and glory flow from Thee,

Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me!

God of Mercy, God of Grace   1 comment

Above:  Church of the Transfiguration, Rome, Georgia, August 7, 2011

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America

Words (in 1834) by Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847), a Scottish Episcopalian priest and poet

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1.  God of mercy, God of grace,

Show us the brightness of Thy face;

Shine upon us, Saviour, shine,

Fill Thy Church with light divine;

And thy saving health extend

Unto earth’s remotest end.

2.  Let the people praise Thee, Lord;

Be by all that live adored.

Let the nations shout and sing

Glory to their Saviour King;

At Thy feet their tribute pay,

And Thy holy will obey.

3.  Let the people praise Thee, Lord;

Earth shall then her fruits afford;

God to man His blessing give,

Men to God devoted live;

All below, and all above,

One in joy, and light, and love.