The thirteenth Sunday after Trinity.
Almighty God, each perfect gift
from Thee alone descends;
our hearts we only may uplift
by grace Thy Spirit lends.
To Thee Thy people only live
and labor in Thy love
when Thou dost quickening spirit give,
in them to live and move.
O unto us, Thy servants, grant
such blessings of Thy grace;
the seed of life so in us plant,
that we its growth may trace:
In works of faithful service done,
in diligence of love,
‘til through the merits of Thy Son
we reach our home above.
We praise the Father and the Son,
the Spirit’s unity,
Myster-- ious, Holy, Three in One,
from all eternity.
|Text||attr. Eliza Humphreys|
melody and bass Hugh Wilson (1764-1824);
adapt. and harm. Robert Smith (1780-1829)
Almighty and merciful God, of whose only gift it cometh that thy faithful people do unto thee true and laudable service; grant, we beseech thee, that we may so faithfully serve thee in this life, that we fail not finally to attain thy heavenly promises; through the merits of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.