I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”
Do you not believe that I am in the Father, and the Father is in Me? The words that I say to you I do not speak on My own initiative, but the Father abiding in Me does His works. Believe Me that I am in the Father and the Father is in Me; otherwise believe because of the works themselves. Truly, truly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do, he will do also; and greater works than these he will do; because I go to the Father. Whatever you ask in My name, that will I do, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If you ask Me anything in My name, I will do it.
If you love Me, you will keep My commandments. I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may be with you forever; that is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it does not see Him or know Him, but you know Him because He abides with you and will be in you.
Hymns of Thanksgiving
Hymn IV. To the Trinity.
Augustus Toplady (1740–1778)
Glorious union, God unsought;
Three in name and one in thought,
All thy works thy goodness show,
Center of perfection thou!
Praise we, with uplifted eyes,
Him that dwells above the skies:
God who reigns on Sion’s hill,
Made, redeem’d, and keeps us still.
Join th’ angelic hosts above
Praise the Father’s matchless love,
Who for us his Son hath giv’n,
Sent him to regain our heav’n.
Glory to the Saviour’s grace,
Help of Adam’s helpless race;
Who, for our transgressions slain,
Makes us one with God again.
Next the Holy Ghost we bless;
He makes known and seals our peace,
Us he cleanses and makes whole,
Quickens ev’ry dying soul.
Holy, blessed, glorious Three,
One from all eternity,
Make us vessels of thy grace,
Ever running o’er with praise.
Thee we laud with grateful song,
Sever’d from the guilty throng,
Ransom’d by the Son who dy’d.
By the Spirit sanctified.
All the persons join to raise,
Sinners to a state of grace;
All unite their bliss t’ insure,
In the glorious work concur.
O that we his love might taste!
Bless us and we shall be blest.
Cleanse us, Lord, from sins abuse,
Fit us for the master’s use!
In our hearts, thy temples dwell:
With the hope of glory fill:
Be on earth our guest divine,
Then let heav’n make us thine.
—The Complete Works of Augustus Toplady (Sprinkle Publications, 1987).
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.