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BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO
THE LIBRARY OF
PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY
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Section
Hymns and Tunes
FOR THE
Children of the Church
COMPILED AND EDITED
BY
JAMES WARRINGTON.
Philadelphia :
JOHM R. RUE, Jr., Publisher,
43 Soutri Roiartri Street.
Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1886,
by JOHN R. RUE, Jr., Publisher,
In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.
J. M. ARMSTRONG & CO.,
Music Typographers,
710 Sansoiu Street, Philadelphia, Pa.
PREFACE.
In the domain of Sunday-school literature there seems to be a perennial
demand for music— more music ; and although the Editor cannot hope to
satisfy all requirements, yet he puts forth this book as an earnest effort to
supply the " Children of the Church " with music which shall not be above
their comprehension, nor below a standard befitting the dignity of the
Church. This book is the outcome of many years work, and has occasioned
the Editor much anxious thought and care, and no labor has been spared
to make it a true helper in the work of the Church among the little ones.
Of the Hymns it will be noticed that quite a number are from the Church
Hymnal. This has been done so as to permit the use of both at Children's
Services and Festivals. Care has been taken in the selection to avoid the
doggerel and the false sentiment which is frequently put forth for children
(most of the hymns being either prayer or praise), and to secure a tone
which, while being suitable for children, is churchly.
As to the tunes, the Editor has endeavored to avoid on the one hand the
trash which in so many quarters passes for music, and on the other hand
music which, while scientifically correct, lacks that bright melody and
swing which he deems essential to tunes intended for children. He con-
stantly hears the complaint that children will not learn certain tunes. An
examination has in every case shown such tunes to be deficient in melody,
or the intervals not easy.
Two services for use in schools are given, and a short choral service for
festivals. The services are given in deference to the wishes of some who
prefer them, but the Editor is of the opinion (in which he finds he is joined
by many Sunday-school workers), that if the Sunday-school is to be, as it
ought, the nursery of the Church, the scholars should be taught the Prayer
Book, and what better plan can be taken than using selections from it at
the opening and closing of the school ? A sufficient portion of the Prayer
Book service is given to enable Superintendents to make such selections as
they may think proper.
No Psalms for chanting are given. The Editor deems pointing unin-
telligible to the majority of children, and thinks that the only practicable
plan for teaching children chanting is by having a leader who understands
it, and will teach the divisions by singing with the children. As pointed
Psalters are easily obtained, and much difference of opinion exists as to the
best pointing, he deems total omission of chants best.
The Editor desires to record his thanks to Rev. J. H. Hopkins, D. D.,
Rev. A. G. Mortimer, and W. B. Gilbert, Esq., Mus. Doc, for permission to
use tunes owned by them, and to Mr. F. L. Armstrong, for much valuable
assistance kindly rendered.
As a number of the tunes and arrangements in this book are the copy-
right of the Editor and others, such must not be used without permission.
St. Michael and All Angels.
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SERVICE BOOK
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SUNDAY SCHOOLS AND FESTIVALS.
A Form of Service for the Opening of a School.
The Teachers and Scholars standing up in their respective classes, the Superintendent
shall say:
God spake these words and said : Remember that thou keep holy the Sab-
bath day, Six days shalt thou labor, and do all that thou hast to do; but the
Seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God. In it thou shalt do no man-
ner of work, thou and thy son and thy daughter, thy manservant and thy
maidservant, thy cattle, and the stranger that is within thy gates. For in six
days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea and all that in them is, and
rested the seventh day; wherefore the Lord blessed the seventh day and hal-
lowed it.
Sch. Lord, have mercy upon us and incline our hearts to keep this law.
Sup. This is the day which the Lord hath made.
Sch. We will rejoice and be glad in it
Then shall be sung a Hymn, and after that ( if thought desirable ) a portion of Holy
Scripture shall be read either resjponsively or by the Superintendent alone, after
which the Teachers and Scholars, all kneeling, shall say with the Superintendent :
Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom
come. Thy will be done on earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our
daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass
against us. And lead us not into temptation ; But deliver us from evil : For
Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
Sup. Lord, hear our prayer.
Sch. And let our cry come unto Thee.
Sup. Remember, O Lord, Thy tender mercies.
Sch. For they have been ever of old.
Sup. Remember not the sins our youth.
Sch. But pardon our iniquity, for it is great.
Sup. Lead us in Thy truth, and teach us.
Sch. For Thou art the God of our salvation.
Sup. Hold up our goings in Thy paths.
Sch. That our footsteps slip not.
SUP. Hear us, O Lord, for Thy mercy is great.
Sch. And bless us this day for Christ our Saviour* s sake.
Sup. Most merciful Father, send down upon Thy servants, the teachers in
this school, Thy heavenly blessing. Grant that Thy Word in their mouths
may never be spoken in vain, and that in all their words and deeds they may
seek Thy glory, and the increase of Thy kingdom.
Sch. Lord, hear this prayer for Christ our Saviour's sake.
SUP. O Lord, who never failest to help and govern those whom Thou dost
bring up in Thy steadfast fear and love; give Thy blessing to all who are taught
in this Sunday-school ; make them obediently to follow whatsoever in Thy
Holy Word they now shall learn. Let them always be in safety under Thy
protection, and abide in Thy love unto their live's end.
Sch. Lord, bear this prayer for Christ our Saviour J 8 sake.
SUP. The blessing of God .Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy
Ghost, be upon us this day, and for ever.
Sch. Amen.
Another Form of Service for the Opening1 of a School.
Srp. Hear the wrords of the Gospel : They brought young children to Christ
that He should touch them ; and His disciples rebuked those that brought
them. But when Jesus saw it, He was much displeased, and said unto them,
Suffer the little children to come unto Me and forbid them not ; for of such is
the kingdom of God. And He took them up in His arms, put His hands upon
them and blessed them.
Sup. Son of God, we beseech Thee to hear us.
Sch. 0 Son of David, have mercy upon us.
Srp. O Saviour of the world, who by Thy cross and precious blood hast
redeemed us.
Sch. Save us and help us, we humbly beseech Thee, 0 Lord.
Then shall be sung a Hymn, and after that ( if thought desirable ) a portion of Holy
Scripture shall be read either responsively or by the Superintendent alone, after
which the prayers following shall be said, all kneeling:
Sup. O Lord, we beseech Thee, mercifully hear our prayers, and spare all
those who confess their sins unto Thee ; that they whose consciences by sin are
accused, by Thy merciful pardon may be absolved.
Sch, Spare us. good Lord.
Sup. O God, for as much as without Thee, we are not able to please Thee,
mercifully grant that Thy Holy Spirit may in all things direct and rule our
hearts.
Sch. O God, make clean our hearts within us.
Sup. Almighty God, our heavenly Father, look down in mercy on all who
teach, and on all who learn in this Sunday school ; pardon and deliver us from
all our sins : confirm and strengthen us in all goodness; and bring us to ever-
lasting life, through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Sch. Amen.
A Form of Service for the Close of a School.
The Teachers and Scholars standing ti]t in their respective Classes, the Superintendent
shall give out a Hymn, and afterwards the following shall be said:
Sup. The Lord is nigh unto all that call upon Him.
Sch. Unto all that call upon Him in truth.
Sup. Let Thy merciful kindness. O Lord, be upon us.
Sch. As we do put our trust in Thee
Sup. Lord, we pray Thee that Thy grace may always prevent and follow
us, and make us continually to be given to all good works; through Jesus
Christ our Lord.
Sch. Amen.
Sup. Grant to us, O Lord, we beseech Thee, the spirit to think and do
always such things as are right; that we who cannot do anything that is good
without Thee, may by Thee be enabled to live according to Thy will; through
Jesus Christ our Lord.
Sch. Amen.
Sup. Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God,
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be honor and glory.
Sch. Amen.
Another Form of Service for the Close of a School.
After a Hymn has been sung, and an address, or other general instruction, has been
delivered ( if such be usual), the Teachers and Scholars shall kneel in their respective
Classes, and the following shall be said :
Sup. Lift up your hearts.
Sch. Lord, teach us to pray.
Sup. Almighty God, we make our humble supplications unto Thee; let
Thy Fatherly hand ever be over us ; let Thy Holy Spirit ever be with us ; and
so lead us in the knowledge of Thy word, that in the end we may obtain ever-
lasting life.
Sch. Lord, hear this prayer for Christ our Saviour's sake.
Sup. Be merciful, O Lord, to Thy servants, the Teachers in this School ;
and daily increase in them Thy manifold gifts of grace, the spirit of wisdom
and understanding, the spirit of counsel and strength, the spirit of knowledge
and true godliness.
Sch. Lord, hear this prayer for Christ our Saviour's sake.
Sup. Defend, O Lord, these Thy children with Thy heavenly grace, that
they may continue Thine for ever, and daily increase in Thy Holy Spirit more
and more, until they come to Thy everlasting kingdom.
Sch. Lord, hear this prayer for Christ our Saviour's sake.
Sup. Remember, O Lord, the parents of these scholars, and all their
brothers, sisters, and friends : may they so live together in this life, that in the
world to come they may have life everlasting.
Sch. Lord, hear this prayer for Christ our Saviour's sake.
Sup. Look down, O Father of mercies, on any of those who are dear to us,
and who are now in trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other adversity.*
Send them help and comfort from Thy holy place.
Sch, Lord, hear this prayer for Christ our Saviour's sake.
Sup. Have pity, O God, on all children yet living in ignorance and sin ;
show to them the light of Thy truth, and guide their feet into the way of
peace.
Sch. Lord, hear this prayer for Christ our Saviours sake.
Sup. O God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, our only Saviour, the
Prince of peace : take away from among us whatever may hinder us from godly
* If any teacher or scholar, bein^ absent by reason of affliction, has sent to beg
the prayers of the school, then say, "Especially Thy servant the teacher," or
" Especially A. B." (naming the child), "who now desires our prayers."
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union and concord ; that so we may all be of one heart, and of one soul, and
may with one mind and one mouth glorify Thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Sch, Amen.
Then shall all sing a hymn, and after that the Superintendent shall say :
Unto God's gracious mercy and protection we commit you: the Lord bless
you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you, and be gracious
unto you; the Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give you peace.
Sch. Amen.
A shortened Order for Evening Prayer, suitable for Festivals.
After the singing of a Hymn, the Minister shall read the sentences following ; and
then shall he say that which is written after the sentences.
I will arise, and go to my Father, and will say unto Him, Father, I have
sinned against heaven, and before Thee, and am no more worthy to be called
Thy son.
If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in
us; but if we confess our sins, God is faithful and just to forgive us our sins,
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
Wiierefoke I pray and beseech you, as many as are here present, to
accompany me with a pure heart, and humble voice, unto the throne of the
heavenly grace saying
A General Confession to be said of the whole Congregation after the Minister, all
kneeling.
Almighty and most merciful Father; We have erred, and strayed from
Thy ways like lost sheep. We have followed too much the devices and desires
of our own hearts. We have offended against Thy holy laws. We have left
undone those things which we ought to have done; And we have done those
things which we ought not to have done; And there is no health in us. But
Thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, miserable offenders. Spare Thou those, O
God, who confess their faults. Restore Thou those who are penitent ; Accord-
ing to Thy promises declared unto mankind in Christ Jesus our Lord. And
grant, O most merciful Father, for His sake; That we may hereafter live a
godly, righteous, and sober lite, To the glory of Thy holy Name. Amen.
The Absolution, or Remission of sins, to be pronounced by the Priest alone, standing ;
the people still km cling.
Almighty God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who desireth not the
death of a sinner, but rather that he may turn from his wickedness, and live;
and hath given power, and commandment, to His Ministers, to declare and
pronounce to His people, being penitent, the Absolution and Remission of their
sins: He panloneth and absolveth all those who truly repent, and unfeignedly
believe His holy Gospel. Wherefore let us beseech Him to grant us true repent-
ance and His holy Spirit, that those things may please Him which we do at this
present ; and that the rest of our life hereafter may be pure and holy; so that
at the last we may come to His eternal joy; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
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Then the Minister shall kneel, and say the Lord's Prayer with an audible voice; the
people also kneeling, and repeating it with him.
Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom
come. Thy will be done on earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our
daily bread, And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass
agaiust us. And lead us not into temptation ; But deliver us from evil : For
Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
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MAGNIFICAT.
B. Luke, I. 46.
My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my
Saviour.
For He hath regarded the lowliness of His handmaiden ;
For, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
For He that is mighty hath magnified me, and holy is His Name.
And His mercy is on them that fear Him, throughout all generations.
He hath shewed strength with His arm, He hath scattered the proud in the
imagination of their hearts.
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ble and meek.
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empty away.
He remembering His mercy, hath holpen His servant Israel, as he prom-
ised to our forefathers, Abraham and his seed forever.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be: world without
end. Amen.
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S. Like, 11.29.
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For mine eyes have seen Thy salvation,
Which Thou hast prepared before the face of all people ;
To be a light to lighten the Gentiles, and to be the glory of Thy people
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Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost ;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be : world without
end. Amen.
Then shall be said the Apostles' Creed, by the Minister and the People, standing.
I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth :
And in Jesus Christ His only Son, our Lord; Who was conceived by the
Holy Ghost, Born of the Virgin Mary, Suffered under Pontius Pilate, Was
crucified, dead, and buried ; He descended into Hell ; The third day He rose
from the dead ; He ascended into Heaven ; And sitteth on the right hand of
God the Father Almighty; From thence He shall come to judge the quick
and the dead.
I believe in the Holy Ghost ; The Holy Catholic Church ; The Communion
of Saints, The Forgiveness of sins; The Resurrection of the body; And the
Life everlasting. Amen.
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A Collect for Peace.
O God, from whom all holy desires, all good counsels, and all just works do
proceed; Give unto Thy servants that peace which the world cannot give ; that
both our hearts may be set to obey Thy commandments,
and also that by Thee we being defended from the fear
of our enemies, may pass our time in rest and quietness;
through the merits of Jesus Christ our Saviour.
A Collect for Aid against Perils.
O Lord, our heavenl}7 Father, by whose Almighty
power we have been preserved this day ; by Thy great
mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night,
for the love of Thy only Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ.
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THE grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of
God, and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost, be with us
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Our wakening and uprising prove,
Thro' sleep and darkness safely brought,
Restored to life, and power, and thought.
New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
If on our daily course, our mind
Be set to hallow all we find,
New treasures still, of countless price,
God will provide for sacrifice.
The trivial round, the common task,
Will furnish all we need to ask,
Room to deny ourselves, a road
To bring us daily nearer God.
Oiily, O Lord, in Thy dear love,
Fit us for perfect rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.
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Disperse my sins as morning dew ;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.
Direct, control, suggest this day
All I design, or do, or say;
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow ;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy "daily stage of duty run;
Shake oft" dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Awake, lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
Glory to the Eternal King.
' All praise to Thee, Who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
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Come to Him, Who made this splendor,
See thou render
All thy feeble strength can pay.
Gladly hail the light returning!
Ready burning
Be the incense of thy powers :
For the night is safely ended ;
God hath tended
With His care thy helpless hours.
Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor,
When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
WThen thou evil would'st pursue.
Think that He thy ways beholdeth,
He unfoldeth
Every fault that lurks within:
Every stain of shame glossed over
Can discover,
And discern each deed of sin.
Fettered to the fleeting hours,
All our powers,
Vain and brief, are borne away :
Time, my soul, thy ship is steering,
Onward veering,
To the gulf of death a prey.
May'st thou then, on life's last morrow,
Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet ;
And released from death's dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet!
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Listen to a little child ;
Thou hast sent the glorious light,
Chasing far the silent night.
Thou hath sent the sun to shine
O'er this glorious world of Thine —
Warmth to give, and pleasant glow,
On each tender flower below.
Now the little birds arise,
Chirping gaily in the skies;
Thee their tiny voices praise,
In the early songs they raise.
Thou, by Whom the birds are fed,
Give to me my daily bread;
And Thy Holy Spirit give,
Without Whom I cannot live.
Make me, Lord, obedient, mild,
As becomes a little child;
All day long, in every way,
Teach me what to do and say.
Help me never to forget
That in Thy great book is set
All the children think and say,
For the awful judgment-day.
Let me never say a word
That will make Thee angry, Lord;
Help me so to live in love,
As Thine angels do above.
Make me, Lord, in work and play,
Thine more truly every day;
And when Thou at last shalt come,
Take me to Thy heavenly home.
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O Lord, to Thee we pray :
O uncreated Light of light,
Guide Thou our way.
Sinless be tongue and hand,
And innocent the mind,
Let simple truth be on our lips,
Our hearts be kind.
Let not the flesh prevail,
But all be ruled by good;
The gift of temperance bestow
In drink and food.
As the swift day rolls on,
Still, Lord, our Guardian be,
And keep the portals of our hearts
From evil free.
Grant that our daily toil
May to Thy glory tend;
And as our hours begin with Thee,
So may they end.
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Now that the daylight fills the sky,
We lift our hearts to God on high,
That He, in all we do or say,
Would keep us free from harm to-day.
May He restrain our tongues from strife,
And shield from anger's din our life,
And guard with watchful care our eyes
From earth's absorbing vanities.
Oh, may our inmost hearts be pure,
From thoughts of folly kept secure,
And pride of sinful flesh subdued
Though sparing use of daily food.
So we, when this day's work is o'er,
And shades of night return once more,
Our path of trial safely trod,
Shall give the glory to our God.
All praise to God the Father be,
All praise, eternal Son, to Thee,
Whom with the Spirit we adore
For ever and for evermore.
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Who from out the night
The dawn of joyous clay again dost bring,
On our darkened eyes,
Bid Thy bright beams rise ;
Of endless glory teach us, Lord, to sing.
By Thy mercy still
Spared our place to fill,
O Father, be it ours Thy name to bless ;
Sheltered by Thy power,
In each fleeting hour,
Thy children guide to paths of holiness.
Raised from death-like sleep,
Ever may we keep
Alive within us thoughts of that great day!
Grant the ready mind,
Give us grace to find,
The strait gate unto life — the narrow way.
Onward to the goal
Lead each striving soul, [plies ;
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The morning bright
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Has waked me from my sleep:
Father, I own
Thy love alone
Thy little one doth keep.
All through the day,
I humbly pray,
Be Thou my guard and guide :
My sins forgive,
And let me live,
Blest Jesus, near Thy side.
O make Thy rest
Within my breast,
Great Spirit of all grace;
Make me like Thee,
Then shall I be
Prepared to see Thy face.
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Now while the morning brightens the skies,
Father ! our praises early shall rise ;
Smile on Thy children seeking Thy face,
Give us Thy blessing, fill us with grace.
Safe hast Thou kept us through the dark night,
Crowned us with mercies new with the light,
Health, strength, and reason, clothing and food,
Father, we thank Thee, loving and good.
O let Thy favor be our day's sun,
Shining upon us till it be done,
Soothing our sorrow, brightening our joy,
Giving the gladness naught can destroy.
Thus may Thy presence, all through life's day,
Guide us and keep us safe on our way,
Till all its perils ended and past,
Thou shalt receive us home at the last.
Home to the mansions peaceful and bright;
Home to the angels clothed in white;
Home to the dear ones gone to their rest:
Home to the Saviour Whom we love best.
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The morning, the bright and the beautiful morning
Is up, and the sunshine is all on the wing;
With its fresh flush of gladness the landscape adorning,
A gladness which nothing but morning can bring.
The earth is awaking : the sky and the ocean,
The river and forest, the mountain and plain;
The city is stirring its living commotion;
The pulse of the world is reviving again.
And we too awake, for our heavenly Father,
Who soothed us so gently to sleep on His' breast,
And made the soft stillness of evening to gather
Around us, now calls us again from our rest.
But, ere to our labors and duties returning,
We hasten to give Him the praise that Ts meet;
In solemn devotion the first hours of morning
Our freest and freshest, we lay at His feet.&
Oh, now let us haste to our heavenly Father,
And ere the fair skies of life's dawning be dim,
Let us come with glad hearts, let us come all together;
The morn of our youth let us hallow to Him.
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Thy own dear child, and follow Thee;
And lead me, Saviour, by Thy hand
Onward toward Thy holy land.
When Thou didst leave Thy throne on high
To dwell with men, for men to die,
All childhood's troubles Thou didst feel,
That Thou our childish wounds might heal.
The simple cross which I may bear
Is not too small for Thee to share,
And Thou canst make me kind and true
In everything I say or do.
Thus lead and teach me that I may
Grow more like Thee with each new day;
For Thou, in Thy poor cottage home,
Wast tried, and Thou didst overcome.
And help me, more than all, to love
Thy Father, Lord, and mine above,
And then, as Thou wouldst have me do,
Honor my earthly parents too.
So day by day Thy love shall guide
Thy child still nearer to Thy side,
Until in heaven I may be
For ever Thine, and dwell with Thee.
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Now the sun has come,
Bringing light and glory
From Thy heavenly home,
We Thy little children,
To Thy throne above
We would hymn Thy praises,
We would sing Thy love.
Hear us, holy Father,
As to Thee we pray,
Asking Thee to keep us
Safe from harm to-day.
As our Saviour Jesus,
When a little child,
Gentle was, and holy,
Pure, and meek, and mild,
He shall be our copy;
We will try to be
Patient and obedient,
Loving, kind as He
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Holier may we be,
Kept from sin and sorrow,
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Listen from Thy heaven above,
While to Thee my voice I raise,
In a morning hymn of praise.
It was Thine almighty arm
Kept me all night long from harm ;
It is only, Lord, by Thee,
That another morn I see.
Lo, the happy light of day
Drives the shadows all away !
Lo, it brings again to sight
All things beautiful and bright.
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Greenest fields and rippling streams,
Glitter in the morning beams.
Father, keep me all day long
From all hurtful things and wrong ;
Make me an obedient child,
Make me loving, gentle, mild.
Hark! the birds are singing gay;
Let me sing as well as they,
Praise to Him Who reigns above,
For His mercies and His love.
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Glory to Thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, oh, keep me, King of kings,
Beneath Thine own Almighty Wings!
Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done,
That, with the world, myself, and Thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed ;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
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And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close,
Sleep that shall me more vigorous make
To serve my God when I awake.
When in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow :
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
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Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go;
Thy Word into our minds instil,
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.
Through life's long day and death's dark
night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
The day is gone, its hours have run,
And Thou hast taken count of all;
The scanty triumphs grace hath won, ■
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
Through life's long day and death's dark
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O gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release ;
And bless us, more than in past days,
W7ith purity and inward peace.
Through life's long day and deaths dark
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My Father, hear my prayer
Before I go to rest;
It is Thy little child
That cometh to be blest.
Forgive me all my sin,
And let me sleep this night
In safety and in peace
Until the morning light.
Lord, help me every day
To love Thee more and more,
And try to do Thy will
Much better than before.
Now look upon me, Lord,
Ere I lie down to rest;
It is Thy little child
That cometh to be blest.
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O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.
The joys of day are over;
I lift my heart to Thee,
And ask Thee that offenceless
The hours of dark may be:
O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.
The toils of day are over;
I rise the hymn to Thee,
And ask that free from peril
The hours of dark may be:
O Jesus, keep me in Thy sight,
And guard me through the coming night.
Lighten mine eyes, O Saviour,
Or sleep in death shall I,
And he, my wakeful tempter,
Triumphantly shall cry
"Against him I have now prevailed;
Rejoice! the child of God has failed. "
Be Thou my soul's preserver,
For Thou alone dost know
How many are the perils
Through which I have to go:
O loving Jesus, hear my call,
And guard and save me from them all.
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Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near;
O may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live ;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.
If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Let him no more lie down in sin.
Watch by the sick ; enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take;
Till in the ocean of Thy love
We lose ourselves in heaven above.
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Our day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;
Yet pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.
Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,
The white-robed harpers of the sky,
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.
Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire ;
But, O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir.
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If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still,
May bear our lower part.
'Tis Thine each soul to calm,
Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our daily life a psalm
Of glory to Thy name.
A little while and then
Shall come the glorious end ;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.
No. 20.
CLEMENTI.
8.7.8.7.
Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus,
While we breathe our evening prayer;
Save us from all harm and danger,
Take us 'neath Thy sheltering care.
Gentle Jesus ! look in pity
From Thy glorious Throne above,
Though we sleep, Thy heart is wakeful,
Still for us it beats with love.
Shades of evening fast are falling,
Day is fading into gloom;
When our earthly life is ended,
Lead Thy ransomed children home
Gentle Jesus! hear Thy children
When they sing their hymns to Thee;
Who, with Father and with Spirit,
Art One God eternally.
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Hear our prayer, O Heavenly Father,
Ere we lay us down to sleep;
Bid Thine angels, pure and holy,
Round our bed their vigils keep.
Heavy though our sins, Thy mercy
Far outweighs them every one;
Down before the Cross we cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.
Keep us through this night of peril
Safe beneath its sheltering shade;
Take us to Thy rest, we pray Thee,
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None can measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None can bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.
Pardon all our past transgressions,
Give us strength for days to come ;
Guide and guard us with Thy blessing
Till Thine angels bear us home.
Honor, glory, might, dominion
To the Father and the Son,
With the everlasting Spirit,
While eternal ages run.
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God, Who madest earth and heaven,
Darkness and light;
Who the day for toil hast given,
For rest the night ;
May Thine angel-guards defend us,
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us,
Holy dreams and hopes attend us,
This livelong night.
Guard us waking, guard us sleeping,
And, when we die,
May we in Thy mighty keeping
All peaceful lie :
When the last dread call shall wake us,
Do not Thou our God forsake us,
But to reign in glory take us
With Thee on high.
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The day, O Lord, is spent,
Abide with us, and rest;
Our heart's desires are fully bent
On making Thee our guest.
W7e have not reached that land,
That happy land, as yet,
Wrhere holy angels round Thee stand,
Whose sun can never set.
Our sun is sinking now;
Our day is almost o'er;
O Sun of Righteousness, do Thou
Shine on us evermore !
From men below the skies,
And all the Heavenly Hosts,
To God the Father praise arise,
To Son and Holy Ghost.
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Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
0 Thou, who changest not, abide with me.
1 need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
W7ho like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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With the twilight, over all,
Deign to hear my evening prayer,
Make a little child Thy care.
Take me in Thy holy keeping
Till the morning break;
Guard me through the darkness
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Bless me when I wake.
Twas Thy hand that all the day
Scattered joys along my way,
Crowned my life with blessings sweet,
Kept from snares my careless feet.
Take me, Sec.
Like Thy patient love to me,
May my love to others be;
All the wrong my hands have done,
Pardon, Lord, through Christ, Thy Son.
Take me, &c.
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The hours of day are over,
The evening calls us home;
Once more to Thee, O Father,
With thankful hearts we come;
For all Thy countless blessings
We praise Thy holy Name,
And own Thy love unchanging,
Through days and years the same.
For life, and health, and shelter,
From harm throughout the day,
The kindness of our teachers,
The gladness of our play;
For all the dear affection
Of parents, brothers, friends,
To Thee our thanks we render,
Who these, and all things, sends.
But these, O Lord, can show us
Thy goodness but in part ;
Thy love would lead us onward
To know Thee as Thou art;
Thy Son came down from Heaven
To take away our sin,
Thy Spirit dwells among us
To make us clean within.
For this, O Lord, we bless Thee,
P\)r this we thank Thee most —
The cleansing of the sinful,
The saving of the lost;
The Teacher ever present,
The Friend for ever nigh,
The home prepared by Jesus
For us beyond the sky.
Lord, gather all Thy children
To meet Thee there at last,
When earthly tasks are ended,
And earthly days are past;
With all our dear ones round us
In that eternal home,
Where death no more shall part us,
' And night shall never come !
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Through the day Thy love has spared us;
Now we lay us down to rest;
Through the silent watches guard us;
Let no foe our peace molest ;
Jesus, Thou our Guardian be;
Sweet it is to trust in Thee.
Pilgrims here on earth and strangers,
Dwelling in the midst of foes,
Us and ours preserve from dangers;
In Thine arms may we repose,
And, when life's brief day is past,
Rest with Thee in heaven at last.
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Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Now the darkness gathers;
Stars begin to peep;
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
Jesus, grant the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.
Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea.
Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.
Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Standing round my bed.
When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure and fresh and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.
Glory to the leather,
Glory to the Son,
And to the blest Spirit
Whilst all ages run.
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And the daylight slowly dies ;
Holy Saviour, Thou wilt hearken
When Thy children's prayers arise:
Blessed Jesus,
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are tried with doubts and dangers,
Some have found their hearts grow cold,
e are aliens now, and strangers
To the faith they loved of old :
Ble>sed Jesus,
Bring them hack into the fold.
Some in conflict sore have striven
With temptation fierce and strong;
Lord, to them let strength be given,
If the battle should be long!
Blessed Jesus,
Change their morning into >ong.
By Thy passion in the garden,
By Thine anguish on the tree,
By Thy precious gift of pardon,
Won for us alone by Thee !
Blessed Jesus,
Set the sin-bound captives free.
When our earthly day is closing,
And the night grows still and deep,
Let us, in Thine arms reposing,
Feel Thy power to save and keep :
Blessed Jesus,
Give Thine own beloved sleep.
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Alleluia! fairest morning!
Fairer than our words can say!
Down we lay the heavy burden
Of life's toil and care today;
While this morn of joy and love
Brings fresh vigor from above.
Sun-day, full of holy glory !
Sweetest rest-day of the soul !
Light upon a world of darkness
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Holy, happy, heavenly day,
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When the word of life is given,
Like the Saviour's voice from heaven.
Let the day with Thee be ended,
As with Thee it has begun ;
And Thy blessing, Lord, be granted,
Till earth's days and weeks are done;
That at last Thy servants may
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First o'er the earth the light was poured:
O Lord, this day upon us shine,
And fill our souls with light divine.
This day the Lord, for sinners slain,
In might victorious rose again:
O Jesus, may we raised be
From death of sin, to life in Thee.
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This day the Holy Spirit came
With fiery tongues of cloven flame;
O Spirit, fill our hearts this day
With grace to hear, and grace to pray !
Oh day of light, and life, and grace !
From earthly toils, sweet resting-place!
Thy hallowed hours, best gift of love,
Give me again to God above.
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God the Father's name we praise;
Who, creation's Lord and spring,
Did the world from darkness bring.
On this day the eternal Son
Over death His triumph won;
On this day the Spirit came
With Flis gifts of living flame.
Oh, that fervent love to-day
May in every heart have sway,
Teaching us to praise aright
God, the Source of life and light!
Father, Who didst fashion me
Image of Thyself to be,
Fill me with Thy love divine,
Let my every thought be Thine.
Thou Who dost all gifts impart
Shine, sweet Spirit, in my heart;
Best of gifts, Thyself bestow,
Make me burn Thy*love to know.
God, the blessed Three in One,
Dwell within my heart alone;
Thou dost give Thyself to me,
May I give myself to Thee.
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O day of rest and gladness,
O day of joy and light,
O balm of care and sadness,
Most beautiful, most bright;
On thee the high and lowly,
Through ages joined in tune,
Sing, Holy, Holy, Holy,
To the great God Triune.
On thee, at the creation,
The light had first its birth;
On thee, for our salvation,
Christ rose from depths of earth ;
On thee, our Lord victorious
The spirit sent from heaven;
And thus on thee most glorious,
A triple light was given.
Thou art a port protected
From storms that round us rise;
A garden intersected
With streams of paradise; .
Thou art a cooling fountain
In life's dry dreary sand :
From Thee, like Pisgah's mountain,
We view the promised land.
Thou art a holy ladder
Where angels go and come;
Each sunday finds a gladder,
Nearer to heaven, our homj£ :
A day of sweet refection
Thou art, a day of love;
A day of resurrection
From earth to things above.
To-day on weary nations
The heavenly manna falls;
To holy convocations
The silver trumpet calls;
Where gospel-light is glowing
With pure and radiant beams,
And living water flowing
With soul-refreshing streams.
New graces ever gaining
From this, our day of rest,
We each the rest remaining,
To spirits of the blest.
To Holy Ghost be praises,
To Father and to Son ;
The Church her voice upraises
To Thee, blest Three in One.
No. 34.
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Let there be light to-day;
O Day-spring, rise upon our night,
And chase its gloom away.
This is the day of rest:
Our failing strength renew ;
On weary brain and troubled breast
Shed Thou Thy freshening dew.
This is the day of peace:
Thy peace our spirits fill ;
Bid Thou the blasts of discord cease,
The waves of strife be still.
This is the day of prayer:
Let earth to heaven draw near;
Lift up our hearts to seek Thee there,
Come down to meet us lure.
This is the first of days:
Send forth Thy quickening breath,
And wake dead souls to love and praise,
O vanquisher of death.
No. 35.
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The morn of light, is here;
And earth itself looks fairer,
And heaven itself more near:
The bells, like angel voices,
Speak peace to every breast;
And all the land lies quiet
To keep the day of rest.
Glory be to Jesus,
Let all His children say;
He rose again, He rose again,
On this glad day !
Again, O loving Saviour,
The children of Thy grace
Prepare themselves to seek Thee
Within Thy chosen place:
Our song shall rise to greet Thee,
If Thou our hearts wilt raise;
If Thou our lips wilt open,
Our mouth shall show Thy praise.
Glory be, &c.
The shining choir of angels
That rest not day nor night,
The crowned and palm-decked martyrs,
The saints arrayed in white,
The happy lambs of Jesus
In pastures fair above,
These all adore and praise Him
Whom we, too, praise and love.
Glory be, &c.
The Church on earth rejoices
To join with these to-day;
In every tongue and nation
She calls her sons to pray :
Across the northern snow-fields,
Beneath the Indian palms,
She makes the same "pure offering,"
And sings the same sweet psalms.
Glory be, &c.
Tell out, sweet bells, His praises!
Sing, children, sing His Name!
Still louder and still further
His mighty deeds proclaim!
Till all whom He redeemed
Shall own Him Lord, and King;
Till every knee shall worship,
And every tongue shall sing —
Glory be, &c.
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Sweetly dawns the Sabbath morning
On the world, so full of care;
Bidding man forget his labor,
Calling to the house of prayer.
(), sweet and strong, His saints among,
We sing to God our Sabbath song,
Our Sabbath song,
We raise to Christ our Sabbath song.
'Tis the day when man's Redeemer
Rose triumphant o'er the grave;
Sealing thus His work completed,
Telling thus His power to save.
Then loud and long, To Christ so strong
To save the lost, we raise our song,
Our Sabbath song,
We raise to Christ our Sabbath song.
'Tis the day whose rest and gladness
Show what all my life should be;
Yielding all by faith to Jesus,
Finding Jesus all in me.
O, how I long, In Christ made strong,
To sing each day faith's Sabbath song,
Faith's Sabbath song,
I'd sing each day faith's Sabbath song.
'Tis the day whose calm, so holy
Shadows forth the better rest,
Where the crowned saints are singing
With their Lord, supremely blest.
'Twill not be long Till 'mid that throng
We sing the eternal Sabbath song,
Heaven's Sabbath song,
We'll sing the eternal Sabbath song.
No. 37.
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Of our Saviour's rising day ;
Let us hail the happy morning
When His people first could say,
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Let us sing as well as they.
Come, and let us seek the blessing
Which He gives His saints to-day;
Peace to all their sins confessing,
Grace to help them to obey;
He is waiting, He is waiting,
Now to hear us : Let us pray.
No. 38.
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On this Thy holy day ;
We worship round Thy seat
On this Thy holy day.
Thou tender, Heavenly Friend,
To Thee our prayers ascend,
O'er our young spirits bend,
On this Thy holy day.
We dare not trifle now,
On this Thy holy day;
In silent awe we bow,
On this Thy holy day.
Check every wandering thought,
And let us all be taught
To serve Thee as we ought,
On this Thy holy day.
We listen to Thy Word,
On this Thy holy day ;
Bless all that we have heard
On this Thy holy day.
Go with us when we part,
And to each youthful heart
Thy saving grace impart,
On this Thy holy day.
No. 39.
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Full of the purest bliss!
What treasure on life's way
Find we so fair as this?
Thou wert to God a rest,
Thou art a rest to man ;
And they who know thee best
Hallow thee all they can.
Like little isles of heaven
Scattered through life's rough sea,
All round about storm-driven,
All calm and still on thee.
Like Eden-spots on earth,
Where curse hath never been,
Which dews of heavenly birth
Keep ever pure and green.
Sweet day of holy calm,
With lieavenly sunshine bright!
Whose very air is balm
To those who use thee right.
The world is hushed— the din
Of work-day life is o'er,
The sights and sounds of sin
Distract the sense no more.
We hear the blessed Word,
We bend our knees and pray,
Our inmost souls are stirred,
We tremble and obey.
O how such days help on
Along the heavenly road,
Steps upward — one by one —
Into the rest of God!
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Pleasant are Thy courts above
In the land of light and love;
Pleasant are Thy courts below
In this land of sin and woe.
Oh, my spirit longs and faints
For the converse of Thy saints,
For the brightness of Thy face,
For Thy fulness, God of grace.
Happy birds that sing and fly
Round Thy altars, O Most High; ■
Happier souls that find a rest
In a heavenly Father's breast;
Like the wandering dove that found
No repose on earth around,
They can to their ark repair,
And enjoy it ever there.
Happy souls, their praises flow
Even in this vale of woe,
Waters in the deserts 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.
Lord, be mine this prize to win,
Guide me through a world of sin,
Keep me by 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, oh, shower them, Lord, on me !
No. 41,
HAYNE.
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We come, Lord, to Thy feet,
On this Thy holy day;
O coma to us, while here we meet,
To learn, and praise, and pray.
Our many sins forgive;
The Holy Spirit send;
And teach us to begin to live
The life that knows no end.
Lord, fill our hearts with love;
Our teachers' labors own;
That we and they may meet above,
To sing before Thy throne.
No. 42.
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Heavenly Father, send Thy blessing,
On Thy children gathered here,
May we all, Thy name confessing,
Be to Thee for ever dear.
May we be like Joseph, loving,
Dutiful, and chaste, and pure,
And our faith, like David, proving,
Steadfast unto death endure.
Holy Saviour, Who in meekness
Didst vouchsafe a child to be,
Guide our steps and help our weakness,
Bless and make us like to Thee.
Bear Thy lambs, when they are weary,
In Thine arms and at Thy breast;
Through life's desert, dry and dreary,
Bring us to Thy heavenly rest.
No. 43.
Spread Thy golden pinions o'er us,
Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove;
Guide us, lead us, go before us,
Give us peace, and joy, and love.
Temples of the Holy Spirit,
May we with Thy glory shine,
And immortal bliss inherit,
And for evermore be Thine.
GOUNOD.
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Saviour, now the day is ending,
And the shades of evening fall;
Let the Holy Ghost, descending,
Bring Thy mercy to us all.
Set Thy seal on every heart,
Jesus ! bless us ere we part.
Bless the Gospel-message, spoken
In Thine own appointed way;
Give each longing soul a token
Of Thy tender love to-day.
Set Thy soul on every heart,
Jesus! bless us ere we part.
Comfort those in pain and sorrow,
Watch each sleeping child of Thine;
Let us all arise to-morrow
Strengthened by Thy grace Divine;
Set Thy seal on every heart,
Jesus! bless us ere we part.
Pardon Thou each deed unholy,
Lord, forgive each sinful thought;
Make us contrite, pure, and lowly,
By Thy great example taught :
Set Thy seal on every heart,
Jesus! bless us ere we part.
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Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise
With one accord our parting hymn of praise;
We stand to bless Thee ere our worship cease,
Then, lowly kneeling, wait Thy word of peace.
Grant us Thy peace upon our homeward way ;
With Thee begun, with Thee shall end the day;
Guard Thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,
That in this house have called upon Thy Name.
Grant us Thy peace, Lord, through the coming night,
Turn Thou for us its darkness into light;
From harm and danger keep Thy children free,
For dark and light are both alike to Thee.
Grant us Thy peace throughout our earthly life,
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife;
Then, when Thy voice shall bid our conflict cease,
Call us, O Lord, to Thine eternal peace.
LUTETIA,
C. M.
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The Lord be with us as we bend
His blessing to receive;
His gift of peace upon us send,
Before His courts we leave.
The Lord be with us as we walk
Along our homeward road;
In silent thought or friendly talk
Our hearts be still with God.
The Lord be with us till the night
Enfold our day of rest;
Be He of every heart the Light,
Of every home the Guest.
And when our nightly prayers we say,
His watch lie still shall keep,
Crown with His grace His own blest day,
And guard His people's sleep.
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Is drawing to its end,
Once more, to Thee, O Lord,
Our thanks and prayers we send.
We thank Thee for this rest
From earthly care and strife;
We thank Thee for this help
To higher, holier life.
We thank Thee for Thy house;
It is Thy palace gate,
Where Thou, upon Thy throne
Of mercy, still dost wait.
We thank Thee for Thy word,
Thy gospel's joyful sound;
Oh, may its holy fruits
Within our hearts abound !
Yet ere we go to rest,
Father, to Thee we pray,
Forgive the sins which stain
E'en this Thy holy day.
Through Jesus let the past
Be blotted from Thy sight;
And let us all now sleep
At peace with Thee this night
To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be,
From all in earth and Heaven,
Through all eternity.
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Ere again we seek repose,
Lord, our song ascends to Thee,
At Thy feet we bow the knee.
For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to Thee alone be given,
Lord of earth and King of heaven.
Cold our services have been,
Prayers and praises stained with sin;
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By Thy grace alone we live.
Whilst this thorny path we tread,
May Thy love our footsteps lead;
When our journey here is past,
May we rest with Thee at last.
Let these earthly sabbaths prove
Fortastes of our rest above ;
While their steps Thy pilgrims bend
To the rest which knows no end.
No. 48.
STUTGARD.
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Bless Thy little lamb to-night;
Through the darkness be Thou near me,
Watch my sleep till morning light.
All this day Thy hand has led me,
And I thank Thee for Thy care;
Thou hast clothed me, warmed, and fed me,
Listen to my evening prayer.
Let my sins be all forgiven,
Bless the friends I love so well;
Grant me, Lord, a -place in Heaven,
Happy there with Thee to dwell.
No. 49.
EMMANUEL,
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And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory o'er the grave.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Day-spring,comeand cheer
Our spirits by Thine Advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death's dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, Thou Lord of Might,
Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,
In ancient times didst give the law
In cloud, and majesty, and awe.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
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Once for the favored sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints attending
Swell the triumph of His train:
Alleluia!
Christ appears on earth again.
Every eye shall now behold Him
Robed in dreadful majesty;
They who set at naught and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
Those dear tokens of His passion
Still His dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation
To His ransomed worshippers;
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
Yea, Amen, let all adore Thee,
High on Thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom fur Thine own:
Alleluia!
Thou shalt reign, and Thou alone.
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When Jesus lived below,
Those little Jewish children
Who loved the Saviour so.
Hosanna, now through Advent,
With loving hearts we sing,
For Jesus Christ is coming
To be His children's King.
Hosanna! blessed Jesus;
Come, in our hearts to dwell,
And let our lives and voices
Thy praise and glory tell.
For we who sing Hosanna,
Must like our Saviour be,
In gentleness and meekness,
In love and purity.
Hosanna, let this welcome
Ring out from every heart ;
Draw nigh to us, ( ) Jesus,
And never more depart.
So when we see Thee coming
With angels in the sky,
Hosanna! loud Hosanna !
Shall be Thy children's cry.
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The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne.
And every voice a song.
He comes, the prisoners to release
In Satan's bondage held:
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of His grace
To bless the humble poor.
Our glad Hosanna, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim ;
And Heaven's eternal archs ring
With Thy beloved Name.
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Come heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.
Celestial choirs, from courts above,
Shed sacred glories there;
And angels, with their sparkling lyres,
Make music on the air.
The answering hills of Palestine
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And Sharon waves, in solemn praise,
Her silent groves of palm.
" Glory to God ! " the sounding skies
Loud with their anthems ring,
"Peace to the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's eternal King! "
Light on thy hills, Jerusalem !
The Saviour now is born!
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains
Breaks the first Christmas morn.
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Meet your Lord upon His way;
"Watch ! for now the night is waning,
Soon will dawn the endless day.
Little children, Jesus bids you
Daily pray, Thy Kingdom come;
Watch! and wait for His appearing
Till He come to take you home.
Little children, He anoints you
With His Spirit from above;
See then that your lamps be burning
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Haste, for Jesus draweth nigh! "
Little children, they shall meet Him,
Faithful children of the light;
They whose lamps aretrimmedandburning,
And their garments pure and white.
Oh, how blest to fall before Him !
Oh, how blest His praise to sing!
Love Him, serve Him, and adore Him,
In the city of our King!
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Ye who sang creation's story
Now proclaim Messiah's birth!
Come and worship —
Worship Christ, the new-born King!
Shepherds in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the heavenly light.
Come and worship —
Worship Christ, the new-born King!
Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear;
Suddenly the Lord, descending,
In His temple shall appear.
Come and worship —
Worship Christ, the new-born King!
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Glory be to God on high.
Angels sing, and Hosts reply,
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Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
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" Christ is born in Bethlehem."
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Glory to the new-born King.
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Chri>t, the everlasting Lord,
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Hail, the Sun of Righteousness !
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To earth from heaven brought Him,
Who counted not the cost
To seek the lost.
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They bore the kingly stranger;
But angel hosts attended,
And angel voices blended,
Whilst on His mother's breast
He lay at rest.
"No room." O Babe so tender
To Thee our hearts we render,
Not meet for Thy possessing,
Yet make them by Thy blessing
A home wherein to dwell,
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No. 60.
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Unto us a Son is given,
Let us welcome Him with song:
Lift up hearts and voices,
Let the welcome ring,
For Christmas, happy Christmas,
Is the birthday of the King.
Shepherds through the night abiding,
Watchful of their flocks afield,
Saw the glory earthward gliding,
Heard the joyful news revealed.
On to David's city hieing,
As their angel-guide had said,
There they found the Baby, lying
In a manger for His bed. — Cho.
Then the Shepherds told their story,
All that they had seen and heard ;
How the angels sang God's glory,
And of peace on earth brought word. — Cho.
So it happ'd long since in Jewry,
On the night when Christ was born, —
Christ, Whose people in their fury
Crown'd Him afterward with thorn. — Cho.
Let us all with joyful greeting
Give Him welcome while we may,
So our happiness completing,
He shall be our Guest to-day. — Cho.
Open fly the gates of heaven,
Downward sweeps the angel throng ;
Unto us a Son is given,
Let us welcome Him with song:— Cho.
No. 61.
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Unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given,
God Himself comes down from heaven.
Sing, oh, sing, this blessed morn,
Jesus Christ to-day is born.
God of God, and Light of light,
Comes with mercies infinite,
Joining in a wondrous plan
Heaven to'earth, and God to man.
Sing, oh, sing, this blessed morn,
Jesus Christ to-day is born.
God with us, Emmanuel,
Deigns for ever now to dwell;
He on Adam's fallen race
Sheds the fulness of His grace.
Sing, oh, sing this blessed morn,
Jesus Christ to-day is born.
God comes down that man may rise,
Lifted by Him to the skies;
Christ is Son of man that we
Sons of God in Him may he.
Sing, oh, sing, this blessed morn,
Jesus Christ to-day is born.
Oh, renew us, Lord, we pray
With Thy Spirit day by day,
That we ever one may be
With the Father and with Thee.
Sing, oh, sing, this blessed morn,
Jesus Christ to-dav is born.
No. 62
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The brightest morn of earth,
Through all creation waking
The joy of Jesus' birth.
His star above is glistening,
Where Jesus cradled lies,
And all the earth is listening
The carol of the skies.
High strains of praise are swelling
Prom angels hosts on high,
And one soft voice is telling
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His Church shall yet proclaim Him
To people far awav ;
Till idols fall before Him,
Till strife and wrong shall cease,
Till all the earth adore Him,
The eternal Prince of Peace !
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Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little Child.
He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all,
And H is shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall ;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
And, through all His wondrous childhood,
He would honor and obey,
Love and watch the lowly maiden
In whose gentle arms He lay;
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as He.
For He is our childhood's pattern,
Day by day like us He grew,
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us lie knew,
And He feeleth for our sadness,
And He shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love,
For that Child, so dear and gentle,
Is our Lord in heaven above;
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable,
Wiih the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him : hut in heaven,
Set at God's right hand on high ;
When like stars His children crowned,
All in white shall wait around.
No. 64.
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And the world in darkness lay,
Came the holy Advent-angel,
Shone the sudden glory-ray;
Then, ten thousand times ten thousand,
Radiant heralds of the day.
Thus they sang the first sweet carol,
" Glory be to God on high,
And on earth be peace and blessing
To the nations far and nigh ! "
So our God made good His promise,
And the old prophetic cry.
Fuller, farther, o'er the wide world,
Year by year that music swells;
Year by year to some new people
Christmas-tide the story tells,
"With the chanting of the children,
And the pealing of the bells.
Louder over hill and valley
Let the towers and steeples ring!
In the hamlet and the city
Sweeter carols let us sing —
Louder peals of holy pleasure,
Sweeter carols to our King!
Hear Thy children, blessed Jesus,
Once for us on earth a Child ;
Keep us in Thy great compassion
Holy, harmless, undefilcd;
Blessed through Thee by God the Spirit,
To the Father reconciled.
Still we wait for Thine appearing,
() Thou bright and Morning Star!
Still we look to hear the rolling
Of Thy great triumphal car;
We, who sing Thy iirst glad Adve it.
Know Thy second is not far.
No. 65.
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'Neath the stars that shone so bright
Shepherds watched their flocks by night ; |
Suddenly, in glorious guise,
Came an angel from the skies,
Stood beside them, did not chide them,
Told the tidings glad and free,
"Christ Incarnate deigns to be."
Born this day of David's line,
Now behold the Babe Divine;
Rude the raiment that enfolds Him,
Rough the manger bed that holds Him;
Lord all holy, laid so lowly,
Who from highest realms of heaven
wStoops that man may be forgiven.
May we all with heart and voice
Still with Bethlehem rejoice,
Thither by the bright star led
To the House of Living Bread;
Chant the story of His glory-
Till His Majesty we see
At His last Epiphany.
No. 66.
HEMY.
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That glorious song of old,
From Angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold,
"Peace on the earth, good-will to men
From Heaven's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the Angels sing.
Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on heavenly wing,
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed Angels sing.
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And men, at war with men, hear not
The words of peace they bring: —
Oh, listen now, ye men of strife,
And hear the Angels sing!
O Prince of Peace, Thou knowest well
This weary world below;
Thou se[:st how men climb the way
With painful steps and slow.
Oh, still the jarring sounds of earth
That round the pathway ring,
And bid the toilers re^t awhile
To hear the Angels sing !
No. 67.
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Brighter than all jewels
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Haste we then to welcome,
With a joyous lay,
Christ the King of Glory,
Manifest to-day.
Waken, Christian children,
Up! and let us sing
With glad voice the praises
Of our new-born King.
In a manger lowly
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O'er Him fondly bendeth
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Gold, or myrrh, or incense,
Fitting for a King.
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Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us;
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth, Thou art;
Long desired of every nation,
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By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
No. 71.
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Ring, ring the bells, the joyful bells,
This merry Christmas morn!
Their sweet, melodious music tells
The day that Christ was born.
Sweetly they sound o'er vale and glen;
Hark! how their music swells
With " Peace on earth, good will to men!'*
O merry Christmas bells!
Ring, ring the bells, the Christmas bells,
The bells, the merry, merry Christmas
bells;
Ring, ring the merry Christmas bells!
Ring, ring the bells, the Christmas bells!
For in their joyous chime
Once more on earth the chorus swells
Of angel song sublime.
The sweet old story, ever new,
Falls on the heart again,
Refreshing as the early dew,
Or the soft summer rain. Ring, ring, &c.
Ring, ring the bells, the Christmas bells,
Prophetic of the day
When He of whom their music tells
Shall all the nations sway;
Shall bless and fill and rule each heart,
Shall bid all sorrows cease,
And give His own the better part
Of everlasting peace. Ring, ring, &c.
No. 72.
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While shepherds watched their flocks by
All seated on the ground, [night,
The Angel of the Lord come down,
And glory shone around.
"Fear not," said he, for mighty dread
Had seized their troubled mind;
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
To you and all mankind.
"To you, in David's town this day
Is born, of David's line,
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,
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To human view displayed.
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.''
Thus spake the seraph; and forthwith
Appeared a shining throng
Of Angels, praising God, who thus
Addressed their joyful song:
" All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
Good-will henceforth from heaven to men
ISegin, and never cease."
No. 73.
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Standing at the portal of the opening year,
Words of comfort meet us, hushing every fear;
Spoken through the silence by our Father's Voice,
Tender, strong, and faithful, making us rejoice.
Onward then, and fear not, children of the day!
For His Word shall never, never pass away!
I, the Lord, am with thee, be thou not afraid,
I will help and strengthen, be thou not dismayed!
Yea, I will uphold thee with My own Right Hand,
Thou art called and chosen in My sight to stand.
Onward then, &c.
For the year before us, oh, what rich supplies!
For the poor and needy living streams shall rise;
For the sad and sinful shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble perfect strength be found.
Onward then, &c.
He will never fail us, He will not forsake;
Flis eternal covenant He will never break.
Resting on His promise, what have we to fear?
God is all-sufficient for the coming year.
Onward then, &c.
No. 74.
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Ford, to Thee glad songs of praise
For Thine innocents we raise,
Firstlings of Thy martyr band,
Slain by Herod's cruel hand.
First to follow Thee, the Lamb,
Triumphing with crown and palm,
Death shall never touch them more,
Pain and grief for them are o'er.
Infant martyrs round Thy Throne,
Thou do.st keep them for Thine own ;
Thy blest Steps they follow still,
Praise Thy Name, and work Thy WilL
With their anthems. Lord, we sing,
"Glory to the now-born King,
Glory to the Father, Son,
Holy Spirit, Three in One."
No. 75.
ST. MARK.
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Father, let me dedicate
All this year to Thee,
In whatever worldly state
Thou wilt have me be:
Not from sorrow, pain, or care
Freedom dare I claim;
This alone shall be my prayer,
•'Glorify Thy Name."
Can a child presume to choose
Where or how to live?
Can a Father's love refuse
All the best to give?
More Thou givest every day
Than the best can claim,
Nor witholdest aught that may
''Glorify Thy name."
If in mercy Thou wilt spare
Joys that yet are mine;
If on life, serene and fair,
Brighter rays may shine;
Let my glad heart, while it sings,
Thee in all proclaim,
And, whate'er the future brings,
"Glorify Thy Name."
If Thou callest to the cross,
And its shadow come,
Turning all my gain to loss,
Shrouding heart and home,
Let me think how Thy dear Son
To His glory came,
And in deepest woe pray on,
" Glorify Thy Name."
No. 76.
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Precious gold we cannot bring —
Yet we would not be disloyal
Unto Thee, our Saviour King.
Christmas joy each soul is filling, .
Shines Thy cross upon each brow,
For Thy service, eager, willing,
Enter we Thy Presence now.
Holy, loving in behavior.
We would on Thy birthday be;
From Thine own great feast, O Saviour,
Dare we not to banish Thee.
Oh, dispel each thought of sadness
At our happy Christmas feast;
Hallow all our mirth and gladness;
Enter in and be our Guest.
While we humbly would adore Thee
Pending lowly at Thy throne —
Pirthday gifts we lay before Thee,
Loving hearts to be Thine own.
So of all our choicest giving
To our King and Saviour dear,
We will make life worth the living,
Crowning thus the glad New Year.
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Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the East! the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining;
Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall:
Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom and off 'rings divine,
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean,
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine?
Vainly we offer each ample oblation;
Vainly with gifts would His favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning !
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid;
Star of the East! the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
No. 78.
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From the eastern mountains,
Pressing on they come,
Wise men in their wisdom,
To His humble home;
Stirred by deep devotion,
Hasting from afar,
Ever journeying onward,
Guided by a star.
There their Lord and Saviour
Meek and lowly lay,
Wondrous light that led them
Onward on their way;
Ever now to lighten
Nations from afar,
As they journey homeward
By that guiding star.
Thou Who in a manger
Once hast lowly lain,
Who dost now in glory
O'er all kingdoms reign,
Gather in the heathen,
Who in lands afar
Ne'er have seen the brightness
Of Thy guiding star.
Gather in the outcasts,
All who go astray,
Throw Thy radiance o'er them
Guide them on their fray;
Those who never knew Thee,
Those who wander far,
Guide them by the brightness
Of Thy guiding star.
Until every nation,
Whether bond or free,
'Neath Thy starlit banner,
Jesus, follows Thee
O'er the distant mountains,
To that heavenly home,
Where no sin nor sorrow
Evermore shall come.
No. 79.
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Lo ! the pilgrim Magi
Leave thei'r royal halls,
And with love devoutest
Speed to Bethlehem's walls;
As they onward journey
Faith, which firmly rests
Built on hope unswerving,
Triumphs in their breasts.
O what joy ecstatic
Thrilled each heart from far,
When to guide their footsteps
Gleamed the beacon Star,
O'er that home so holy
Pouring down its ray
In His Mother's bosom
Where the infant lay.
There no ivory glistens,
Glows no regal gold,
Nor does gorgeous purple
Those fair limbs enfold;
But His court He keepeth
In a stable bare,
His throne is a manger,
Rags His purple are.
At His crib they worship
Prostrate on the floor;
And a God there present
In that Babe adore;
Let us to that infant,
We, their offspring, true
Hearts with love o'erflowing,
Give our tribute due.
Holiest love presenting
As gold to our King;
To the Man pure bodies
Myrrh-like chastely bring
Unto Him as incense
Vow and prayer address;
So with offering meetest
This our God confess.
No. 80.
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O Thou Who by a star didst guide
The wise men on their way,
Until it came and stood beside
The place where Jesus lay.
Although by stars Thou dost not lead
Thy servants now below,
Thy Holy Spirit when they need
Will show them how to go.
As yet we know Thee but in part,
But still we trust Thy Word,
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That blessed are the pure in heart,
For they shall see the Lord.
O Saviour, give us then Thy grace
To make us pure in heart,
That we may see Thee face to face
Hereafter as Thou art.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Holy Ghost,
By men on earth be honor done,
And by the heavenly host.
No. 81.
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Low before Thy throne we fall,
Our misdeeds to Thee confessing,
On Thy Name we humbly call.
Sinful thoughts, and words unloving,
Rise against us one by one;
Acts unworthy, deeds unthinking,
Good that we have left undone :
Hearts that far from Thee were straying,
While in prayer we bowed the knee ;
Lips that, while Thy praises sounding,
Lifted not the voice to Thee :
Precious moments idly wasted,
Precious hours in folly spent;
Christian vow and fight unheeded,
Scarce a thought to wisdom lent:
Lord, Thy mercy still entreating,
We with shame our sins would own ;
From henceforth, the time redeeming,
May we live to Thee alone.
Heavenly Father, bless Thy children;
Hearken from Thy Throne on high;
Loving Saviour, Holy Spirit,
Hear and heed our humble cry
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Forty days and forty nights
Thou wast fasting in the wild;
Forty days and forty nights
Tempted, and yet undehled.
Sunbeams scorching all the day;
Chilly dew-drops nightly shed ;
Prowling beasts about Thy way :
Stones Thy pillow ; earth Thy bed.
Shall not we Thy sorrow share,
Learn Thy discipline of pain,
Strive, like Thee, thro' fast and prayer,
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Flesh or spirit should assail,
Thou, his Vanquisher before,
Wilt not suffer us to fail.
So shall we have peace divine;
Holier gladness ours shall be;
Round us, too, shall angels shine,.
Such as minrstered to Thee.
Keep, oh, keep us, Saviour dear,
Ever constant by Thy Side,
That with Thee we may appear
At the eternal Eastertide.
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For us didst fast and pray,
Teach us with Thee to mourn our. sins,
And close by Thee to stay.
As Thou with Satan didst contend,
And didst the victory win;
Oh, give us strength in Thee to fight,
In Thee to conquer sin.
As Thou didst hunger bear and thirst,
So teach us, gracious Lord,
To die to self, and chiefly live
By Thy most holy Word.
And through these days of penitence,
And through Thy Passiontide,
Yea, evermore, in life and death,
Jesus, with us abide.
Abide with us, that so, this life
Of suffering overpast,
An Easter of unending joy
We may attain at last.
No. 84.
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Our solemn Lent has come again,
A time for fast and prayer,
For all who, tempted like their Lord,
His victory would share.
Fast crowding on our childish hearts
Come mournful thoughts of Thee,
Thoughts of Thy loneliness and pain,
Thy want, Thy misery.
And bitter thoughts of all the sin
That brought our Lord so low,
When in the awful wilderness
He battled with our foe.
Those wicked tempers that arise,
Those words and deeds of ill,
Oh, how they pressed upon Him then,
Oh, how they grieve Him still!
Jesus, our Saviour, can it be
That we should see Thee there,
See Thee in all that bitter grief,
Without a thought or care ?
No; let us rather daily strive
Against besetting sin,
And look to Thee our conquering Lord,
New victories to win.
The strength that made Thee triumph then,
The patience and the power,
The all-prevailing grace and love,
That brought Thee through that hour;
These Thou dost promise unto us,
Whom Thou hast loved so well;
We triumph in Thy victory won,
Thy conquest over hell.
No, 85.
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Lord, Who hast made me Thy dear child,
And loved me tenderly,
Oh, hear me when I come to own
My many faults to Thee!
How often I have thought that I
A better child would be,
More gentle, loving, kind, and true,
And pleasing unto Thee.
And yet I have not conquered sin,
Nor striven as I should ;
I have- not always looked to Thee
When trying to be good.
Yet turn not from me, dearest Lord,
But all my faults forgive;
And grant that I may love Thee more
Each day on earth I live.
No. 86.
And didst Thou hunger then, O Lord,
And thirst for such as we?
And in the lonely wilderness
Did none Thine anguish see?
Ah! who can tell the sufferings
Of those long forty days?
We kneel in silence to adore,
We may not dare to gaze.
We only know the strife was great
The conflict fierce and sore,
And few the words that Jesus spake,
For us to ponder o'er.
For love of us He would not heed
The tempter at His side;
"Man shall not live by bread alone,"
The Holy One replied.
"Man shall not live by bread alone;"
Then grant us grace, dear Lord,
That we through this life's wilderness
May feed upon Thy word.
No, 87.
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Hosanna! loud hosanna!
The little children sang;
Through pillared court and temple
The glorious anthem rang;
To Jesus who had blessed them,
Close folded to His breast,
The children sang their praises,
The simplest and the best.
From Olivet they followed,
'Midst an exultant crowd,
Waving the victor palm branch,
And shouting clear and loud;
Bright angels joined the chorus
Beyond the cloudless sky,
" Hosanna in the hightest!
Glory to God on high!"
Fair leaves of silvery olive
They strewed upon the ground,
Whilst Salem's circling mountains
Echoed the joyful sound;
The Lord of men and angels
Rode on in lowly state,
Nor scorned that little children
Should on His bidding wait.
"Hosanna in the highest!"
That ancient song we sing:
For Christ is our Redeemer,
The Lord of heaven our King;
O! may we ever praise Him
With heart and life and voice,'
And in 1 1 is blissful presence,
Eternally rejoice!
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When, His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His Name;
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But as He rode along
He let them still attend Him,
And listened to their song.
And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as king He reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around His banner
Who sits upon the Throne,
And cry aloud Hosanna
To David's royal Son.
For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones, our silence shaming,
Would their hosannas raise.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No: while our hearts are tender
They, too, shall be the Lord's,
No. 89,
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Beyond the holy city wall
They set the cruel cross on high,
Where the dear Lord, Who saved us all,
Did hang in pain, and bleed, and die.
The hands that touched the blind to sight,
That gave the sick man strength anew,
That raised the dead to life and light,
Were pierced and wounded through and
through.
The feet that walked the stormy sea,
That ever turned at sorrow's prayer,
By sharp nails fastened to the tree,
Hung torn and hurt and bleeding there.
Since God's own Son must suffer thus,
Our souls from Satan's grasp to win;
Since only He could ransom us,
Oh, what a fearful thing is sin ?
How can we yield to Satan's power,
And let our sinful passions reign,
When hearing of that awful hour,
And thinking of our Saviour's pain ?
Oh, by Thy griefs that dreadful day,
Dear Lord, and by Thy precious blood,
Wash all our guilty stains away,
And make Thy sinful children good!
No. 90.
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Glory be to Jesus,
Who, in bitter pains,
Poured for me the life-blood
From His sacred veins.
Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find;
Blest be His compassion,
Infinitely kind.
Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream.
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem.
Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies;
But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
Oft as it is sprinkled
On our guilty hearts,
Satan in confusion
Terror-struck departs;
Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel hosts rejoicing
Make their glad reply.
Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and-louder
Praise the precious blood.
Weeping, as they go their way
Their dear Lord in earth to lay,
Late at even — who are they ?
These are they who watched to see
Where He hung in agony,
Dying on the accursed tree.
All is over — in the tomb
Sleeps He, as in death's dark womb,
Till the dawn of Easter come.
All is over — fought the fight;
Heaviness is for the night,
Joy comes with the morning light.
Leave we in the grave with Him
Sins that shame and doubts that dim,
If our souls would rise with Him.
Glory to the Lord, who gave
His pure body to the grave,
Us from sin and death to save.
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There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we cannot tell,
What pains He had to bear;
But we believe it was for us
He hung and suffered there.
He died that we might be forgiven,
He died to make us good,
That we might go at last to heaven,
Saved by his precious blood.
There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin ;
He only could unlock the gate
Of heaven, and let us in.
Oh, dearly, dearly has He loved!
And we must love Him, too,
And trust in His redeeming blood,
And try His works to do.
No. 94.
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It is finished ! Blessed Jesus,
Thou hast breathed Thy latest sigh,
Teaching us, the sons of Adam,
How the Son of God can die.
Lifeless lies the broken body,
Hidden in its rocky bed,
Laid aside like folded garment:
Where is now the Spirit fled?
In the gloomy realms of darkness
Shines a light unknown before,
For the Lord of dead and living
Enters at the open door.
See! He comes, a willing victim,
Unresisting hither led ;
Passing from the cross of sorrow
To the mansions of the dead.
Lo! the heavenly light around Him
As He draws 1 1 is people near;
All amazed they stand rejoicing
At the gracious words they hear.
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For Himself proclaims the story
Of His own incarnate life,
And the death He died to save us,
Victory in that awful strife.
Partriarch and priest and prophet
Gather round Him as He stands,
In adoring faith and gladness,
Hearing of the pierced hands.
Oh, the bliss to which He calls them,
Ransomed by His precious blood,
From the gloomy realm of darkness
To the paradise of God!
There in lowliest joy and wonder
Stands the robber at His side,
Reaping now the blessed promise
Spoken by the Crucified.
Jesus, Lord of dead and living,
Let Thy mercy rest on me ;
Grant me too, when life is finished,
Rest in Paradise1 with Thee.
SULLIVAN.
"Welcome, happy morning," age to age shall say;
Kell to-day is vanquished, heaven is won to-day.
Lo, the Dead is living, God for evermore!
Him their true Creator all His works adore.
"Welcome, happy morning," age to age shall say.
Earth with joy confesses, clothing her for spring,
All good gifts returned with her returning King;
Bloom in every meadow, leaves on every bough,
Speak His sorrow ended, hnil His triumph now.
Welcome, happy morning, &c.
Months in due succession, days of lengthening light,
Hours and passing moments praise Thee in their flight;
Brightness cf the morning, sky, and fields, and sea,
Vanquisher of darkness, bring their praise to Thee.
Welcome, happy morning, &c.
Maker and Redemer, life and health of all,
Thou from heaven beholding human nature's fall,
Of the Father's Godhead true and only Son,
Manhood to deliver, manhood didst put on.
i Welcome, happy morning, &c.
Thou, of life the Author, death didst undergo,
Tread the path of darkness, saving strength to show ;
Come, then, True and Faithful, now fulfil Thy word;
'Tis Thine own third morning; rise, my buried Lord!
Welcome, happy morning, &c.
Loose the hearts long prisoned, bound with Satan's chain;
All that now is fallen raise to life again ;
Show Thy face in brightness, bid the nations see;
Bring again our daylight: day returns with Thee.
" Welcome, happy morning," age to age shall say.
MORIAH.
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Your voices raise with one accord
To bless and praise your risen Lord !
The keepers watching near,
At that dread sight and sound,
Fell down with sudden fear
Like dead men to the ground.
Your voices raise, &c.
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Then rose from death's dark gloom,
Unseen by mortal eye,
Triumphant o'er the tomb
The Lord of earth and sky !
Your voices raise, &c.
Oh, let your hearts be strong!
For we, like Him, shall ris .
To dwell with Him ere long
In bliss beyond the skies!
Your voices raise with one accord
To bless and praise your ri->en I ,ord !
No. 97.
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Of triumphant gladness!
God hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness, —
Loosed from Pharaoh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters, —
Led them with unmoistened feet
Through the Red Sea waters.
'Tis the spring of souls to-day:
Christ hath burst His prison,
From the frost and gloom of death
Light and life have risen.
All the winter of our sins,
Long and dark, is flying
From His face to whom we give
Thanks and praise undying.
Now the Queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;
Comes to glad Jerusalem,
Who with tru« affection
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection!
No. 98.
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Alleluia! Alleluia!
Hearts to heaven and voices raise;
Sing to God a hymn of gladness,
Sing to God a hymn of praise;
He, Who on the cross a victim
For the world's salvation bled,
Jesus Christ, the King of Glory,
Now is risen from the dead.
Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits
Of the holy harvest field.
Which will all its full abundance
At His second coming yield;
Then the golden ears of harvest
Will their heads before Him wave,
Ripened by His glorious sunshine
From the furrows of the grave.
Christ is risen, we are risen !
Shed upon us heavenly grace,
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory
From the brightness of Thy face;"
That we, with our hearts in heaven,
Here on earth may fruitful be,
And by angel-hands be gathered,
And be ever, Lord, with Thee.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Glory be to God on high;
Alleluia to the Saviour,
Who hath gained the victorv ;
Alleluia to the Spirit,
Fount of love and sanctitv;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
To the Triune Majesty.
No. 99.
EASTER FLOWERS.
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Easter skies pour radiant light,
Christ our Lord is risen in might,
Glory in the highest.
Angels caroled this sweet lay,
When in manger rude He lay;
Now once more cast grief away,
Glory in the highest.
He, then born to grief and pain,
Now to glory born again,
Calleth forth our gladdest strain,
Glory in the highest.
As He riseth, rise we too,
Tune we heart and voice anew,
Offering homage glad and true,
Glory in the highest.
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Christ the Lord is risen again,
Christ hath broken every chain;
Hark! angelic voices cry,
Singing evermore on high,
Alleluia!
He Who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day,
We too sing for joy, and say,
Alleluia !
He Who bore all pain and loss,
Comfortless upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us, and hears our cry,
Alleluia !
He Who slumbered in the grave
Is exalted now to save;
Now through Christendom it rings
That the Lamb is King of kings.
Alleluia!
Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed,
Christ, Thy ransomed people feed;
Take our sins and guilt away,
Let us sing by night and day,
Alleluia !
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Our triumphant holy-day, Alleluia! j Sinners to redeem and save. Alleluia!
Who did once upon the cross, Alleluia !
Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia ! But the pain which He endured, Alleluia!
Our salvation has procured ; Alleluia!
Hymns of praise then let us sing, Alleluia! Now above the sky He's King, Alleluia!
Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Alleluia! Where the angels ever sing — Alleluia!
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Angel voices sing,
Pearly gates are opened,
Opened for the King;
Jesus, King of Glory,
Jesus, King of Love,
Is gone up in triumph
To His throne above.
All Mis work is ended,
Joyfully we sing;
Jesus hath ascended !
Glory to our King!
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He who bled and died,
Now is crowned with glory,
At His Father's side.
Never more to suffer,
Never more to die;
Jesus, King of Glory,
Is gone up on high!
All His work, &c.
Praying for His children
In that blessed place,
Calling them to glory,
Sending them His grace;
His bright home preparing,
Faithful ones, for you •
Jesus ever liveth,
Ever loveth, too.
All His work, &c.
No. 103.
THEDDLETHORPE.
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He led them unto Bethany,
He raised His hands on high,
And, while He blessed them, upward rose
All glorious to the sky.
A cloud received Him from their sight,
A cloud of angels fair,
Yet they continued gazing up,
As if He still were there !
So well they loved the incarnate God,
Their hearts were borne away
But at the angel's voice they turned
Back to Jerusalem,
In faith to wait the gift from heaven,
Their Lord had promised them.
Then, filled with God the Holy Ghost,
They preached, baptised, and taught,
Till they, through suffering, pain. and death,
To perfect joy were brought.
O Master, when our hearts are sad,
Uplift them unto heaven,
Toheaven with Him — earth seemed so poor I If sloth should tempt us, show the crowns
That first ascension day. To faithful servants given.
In danger guide and guard our steps,
Be nigh when earth seems fair,
Be here our friend, our strength, our shield,
Our joy and glory there!
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Open stood the gates of heaven,
And a shining angel band
Swift on joyful wing descended,
Hovering over Judah's land.
There they told the wondrous story
Of the Saviour's lowly birth,
Sang "To God on high be glory,
And to men be peace on earth."
Open stand the gates of heaven,
Jesus is gone up on high,
Jesus, Who in David's city
Once was born to bleed and die.
There for us He lives in glory,
Waits to welcome us above ;
Sing we loud the wondrous story
Of our great Redeemer's love.
Open stand the gates of heaven,
Thither let our hearts ascend,
And our voice of adoration
With the notes of angels blend.
Now our hearts to Jesus giving,
May we serve Him day by day;
Be our lives one glad thanksgiving
For the joys of Christmas Day.
No. 105.
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The golden gates are lifted up,
The doors are open wide,
The King of Glory is gone in,
Unto His Father's side.
Thou art gone up before us, Lord,
To make for us a place,
That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon God's face.
And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,
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A light still breaks behind the cloud,
That veiled Thee from our eyes.
Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds,
Let Thy dear grace be given,
That while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in heaven.
That where Thou art,at God's right hand,
Our hope, our love may be;
Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell
For ever, Lord, in Thee.
No. 106.
When God of old came down from heaven,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame:
But when He came the second time,
He came in power and love ;
Softer than gale at morning prime
Hovered His Holy Dove.
The fires that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.
And as on Israel's awe-struck ear
The voice exceeding loud,
The trump, that angels quake to hear,
Thrilled from the deep dark cloud ;
So, when the Spirit of our God
Came down His flock to find,
A voice from heaven was heard abroad,
A rushing, mighty wind.
It fills the church of God; it fills
The sinful world around ;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.
Come, Lord, come wisdom, love, and power,
Open our ears to hear;
Let us not miss the accepted hour;
Save, Lord, by love or fear.
No. 107.
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Give us grace and make us Thine;
Thy tender fires within us kindle,
Blessed Spirit! Dove Divine!
For all within us, good and holy,
Is from Thee, Thy precious gift;
In all our joys, in all our sorrows,
Wistful hearts to Thee we lift.
Holy Ghost! &c.
For Thou to us art more than father,
More than sister in Thy love,
So gentle, patient and forbearing,
Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove!
'Holy Ghost! &c
Now, if our hearts do not deceive us.
We would take Thee for our Lord;
O dearest Spirit! make us faithful
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Holy Ghost! &c.
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Wayward, wanton, cold are we ; Love Thee as Thou lovest us,
And still our sins, new every morning, Yet, if Thou deign'st our hearts to kindle,
Never yet have wearied Thee. They will not be always thus.
Holy Ghost! &c. Holy Ghost! &c.
Dear Paraclete! how hast Thou waited
While our hearts were slowly turned?
How often hath Thy love been slighted,
While for us it grieved and burned !
Holy Ghost! &c.
With hearts so vile, how dare we venture*
Holy Ghost, to love Thee so?
And how canst Thou with such compassion,
Bear so long with things so low ?
Holy Ghost! &c
No. 108,
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Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With light and comfort from above;
Be Thou our guardian, Thou our guide,
O'er every thought and step preside.
The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose Thy way;
Plant holy fear in every heart,
That we from God may ne'er depart.
Lead us to Christ, the Living Way,
Nor let us from His precepts stray;
Lead us to holiness, the road
That we must take to dwell with God.
Lead us to heaven that we may share
Fulness or joy for ever there :
Lead us to God, our final rest,
To be with Him for ever blest!
No. 109.
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For all Thy grace and power benign,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Thee, whose faithful love had place
In God's great covenant of grace,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Thee, whose faithful voice doth win
The wandering from the ways of sin,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Thee, whose faithful power doth heal,
Enlighten, sanctify, and seal,
Sing we Alleluia!
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Sing we Alleluia!
To Thee, our Teacher and our Friend,
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Sing we Alleluia!
To Thee, by Jesus Christ sent down,
Of all His gifts the sun and crown,
Sing we Alleluia!
To Thee, who art with God the Son
And God the Father ever One,
Sing we Alleluia!
No. 110.
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One in Three and Three in One,
Seated on Thy heavenly throne;
Thanks and praise to Thee we pay,
Who art God and Lord for aye.
Day and night unceasing praise
All the hosts of heaven upraise;
Saints, their life of trial past,
Crowns of gold before Thee cast;
All things cry, with one accord,
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!
Holy Father, Who in love
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Holy Ghost, our life and light,
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Wondrous is the mystery
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Near the throne at God's right hand,
Deepest secrets can declare
Which our God hath hidden there.
Only this, O Lord, we know,
;Tis from thence all blessings flow;
We, who see not, may adore,
We may love Thee more and more,
Praising, with the heavenly host,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
No. 111.
ORILLIA.
7.7-7.7.
Glory to the Father give !
God in whom we move and live;
Children's prayers He deigns to hear;
Children's songs delight His ear.
Glory to the Son we bring,
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King;
Children raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for He was slain.
Glory to the Holy Ghost,
Who reclaims the sinner lost:
Children's minds may He inspire,
Touch their tongues with holy tire!
Glory in the highest be
To the blessed Trinity,
For the gospel from above,
For the word that God is love.
No. 112 {First Time.)
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Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity !
Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Holy, Holy, Holy! though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see,
Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty!
God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity.
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Thy great deep of love unfold ;
Shining from the mercy-seat,
Here Thy waiting children meet.
( iod of glory, God of grace,
Make our hearts Thy dwelling-place.
God the Son ! for ever be
With us when we worship Thee;
By Thine agony and sweat,
By Thy cross uplifted yet,
Hear us, Jesus, when we cry;
Lamb of God, draw nigh, draw nigh.
God of glory, God of grace,
Make our hearts Thy dwelling-place.
God the Spirit! in Thy might
Speak, and kindle life and light;
Quicken, save, and guide, and bless,
Fill our souls with righteousness;
When the Gospel sound is heard,
Fall on those that hear the word.
God of glory, God of grace,
Make our hearts Thy dwelling-place.
Holy Trinity! give ear
To the worship offered here;
Triune God, this temple own.
Make our hearts Thy living throne;
So shall daily incense rise
To Thy temple in the skies.
God of glory, God of grace,
Make our hearts Thy dwelling-place.
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Wisdom, Pureness, Love, and Might,
Fallen souls restore ;
Guide our spirits when we pray,
Cheer us, help us on our way,
Make us holier day by day,
Till we sin no more.
Ever blessed Three in One,
May Thy will in us be done,
Show in us Thy love;
Keep us Thine while here below,
Make us in Thy grace to grow,
And at last Thy glory know
In the world above.
Great Creator, Lord of all,
Father, Friend, on Thee we call,
Hear Thy children's prayer.
Guide us, rule us, as is best,
With Thy loving favor blest,
Till we reach Thy home of rest,
And are with Thee there.
Jesus, Who for man didst die,
Who dost plead Thy death on high,
And our place prepare,
From sin's bondage set us free,
Lead us onward after Thee,
Till with joy Thy face we see,
And Thy likeness wear.
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A kingly crown to gain,
His blood-red banner streams afar;
Who follows in His train?
Who best can drink his cup of woe,
Triumphant over pain,
Who patient bears his cross below,
He follows in His train. *
The martyr first, whose eagle eye
Could pierce beyond the grave,
Who saw his Master in the sky,
And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,
In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong,
W7ho follows in His train?
A glorious band, the chosen few,
( )n whom the Spirit came,
Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,
And mocked the cross and flame.
They met the tyrant's brandished steel,
The lion's gory mane,
They bowed their necks, the death to feel;
Who follows in their train?
A noble army, men and boys,
The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,
In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heaven
Through peril, toil, and pain;
O God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train.
No. 116.
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How bright those glorious spirits shine!
Whence all their white array ?
How came they to the blissful seats
Of everlasting day?
Lo, these are they from sufferings great
Who came to realms of light,
And in the blood of Christ have washed
Those robes which shine so bright.
Now with triumphal palms they stand
Before the throne on high,
And serve the God they love amidst
The glories of the sky.
Hunger and thirst are felt no more,
Nor sun with scorching ray;
God is their sun, whose cheering beams
Diffuse eternal day.
The Lamb, who reigns upon the throne,
Shall o'er them still preside,
Feed them with nourishment divine,
And all their footsteps guide.
'Mid pastures green He'll lead His flock,
Where living streams appear;
And God the Lord from every eye
Shall wipe off every tear.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To God Whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
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Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Lord, to Thee.
Multitudes which none can number, like the stars in glory stand,
Clothed in white apparel, holding palms of victory in their hand.
Patriarch, and holy Prophet, who prepared the way of Christ,
King, Apostle, Saint, Confessor, Martyr, and Evangelist,
Saintly maiden, godly matron, widows who have watched to prayer,
Joined in holy concert, singing to the Lord of all, are there.
They have come from tribulation, and have washed their robes in Blood,
Washed them in the blood of Jesus; tried they were, and firm they stood;
Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, sawn asunder, slain with sword,
They have conquered Death and Satan by the might of Christ the Lord.
Marching with Thy cross their banner, they have triumphed, following
Thee, the captain of salvation — Thee, their Saviour and their king;
Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered; gladly, Lord, with Thee they died;
And by death to life immortal they were born and glorified.
Now they reign in heavenly glory, now they walk in golden light,
Now they drink, as from a river, holy bliss and infinite;
Love and peace they taste for ever, and all truth and knowledge see
In the beatific vision of the blessed Trinity.
God of God, the One-begotten, Light of light, Emmanuel, .
In Whose body joined together all the saints for ever dwell,
Pour upon us of Thy fulness, that we may for evermore
God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost adore.
No. 118.
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Of heavenly line;
The pride of earthly things
They dared resign.
They bore the Spirit's sword
And faith's strong shield;
They fought for God the Lord
On many a field.
Though hard their earthly lot,
'Mid hate and scorn,
In life regarded not,
In death forlorn;
Yet blest that end of woe,
And those sad days;
Only man's blame below;
Above, God's praise.
So did the life of pain
In glory cease:
Lord God, may we attain
Their home of peace!
No. 119.
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King of Glory! Saviour dear!
Grant us grace to persevere ;
Leader of the hosts of God,
May we tread where Thou hast trod !
Once for Thee, the crucified,
Many a faithful martyr died,
How can we, Thy children, show
All our love for all Thy woe?
They for Thee bore axe and wheel,
Fire, and beasts, and piercing steel;
Like them, may we suffer shame,
Pain or loss for Thy dear Name.
Bearing calmly for our Lord
Thoughtless jest or spiteful word;
Curbing angry speech and tear,
' Strong in Thee to persevere.
Persevere, Thy yoke is light ;
Persevere, Thy crown is bright;
Persevere, and we shall sing
In the palace of our King!
No. 120.
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And life's long battle won at last,
No more they need the shield or sword,
They cast them down before their Lord:
Oh, happy saints! for ever blest,
At Jesus' feet how safe your rest !
The saints of God ! their wanderings done,
No more their weary course they run,
No more they faint, no more they fall,
No foes oppress, no fears appal:
( )h, happy saints! for ever blest,
In that dear home how sweet your rest!
The saints of God ! life's voyage o'er,
Safe landed on that blissful shore,
No stormy tempests now they dread,
No roaring billows lift their head :
Oh, happy saints! for ever blest,
In that calm haven of your rest!
The saints of Gcd their vigils keep
While yet their mortal bodies sleep,
Till, from the dust they too shall rise,
And soar triumphant to the skies:
Oh, happy saints! rejoice and sing;
He quickly comes, your Lord and King.
O God of saints, to Thee we cry;
O Saviour, plead for us on high;
O Holy Ghost, our guide and friend,
Grant us Thy grace till life shall end:
That with all saints, our rest may be
In that bright Paradise with Thee.
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For all the Saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy Name, O Jesus, be for ever blest.
Alleluia!
Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might;
Thou, Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou in the darkness drear their one true light,
Alleluia !
For the Apostles' glorious company,
Who, bearing forth the cross o'er land and sea,
Shook all the mighty world, we sing to Thee.
Alleluia!
For the Evangelists, by whose pure word,
Like fourfold streams, the garden of the Lord
Is fair and fruitful, be Thy name adored.
Alleluia!
For Martyrs, who with rapture-kindled eye,
Saw the bright crown descending from the sky,
And dying, grasped it, Thee we glorify.
Alleluia!
Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold.
Alleluia!
Oh, blest communion! fellowship divine!
We feebly struggle; they in glory shine!
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia!
And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
Alleluia!
The golden evening brightens in the west:
Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest;
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Alleluia!
But lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day !
The saints triumphant rise in bright array !
The King of Glory passes on His way.
Alleluia !
From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams on the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Alleluia!
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With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share.
Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm ;
There, we know, Thy word believing,
Only there, secure from harm.
Never, from Thy pasture roving.
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let Thy tenderness so loving
Keep them all life's dangerous way.
Then within Thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting-place:
Feed in pastures ever vernal,
Drink the rivers of Thy grace.
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Almighty God, Who gavest us
From Thine Eternal Throne
A matchless Gift, Thy Best Beloved,
To be our very own —
To take our nature, and on earth
In human form to dwell —
Oh ! love whose heights we cannot reach!
Whose depths we may not tell !
Since by adoption and by grace
We are Thy children now—
Thine by the Gift Thou gavest us,
Thine by baptismal vow —
We pray that with another Gift
Our souls may be endued,
That they may by Thy Spirit's power*
Be day by day renewed.
How glorified our nature now,
Uplifted to the skies!
To what a wondrous height may we,
As sons and daughters, rise'!
No wonder that a shout of praise
Goes up from every land,
For God has giv'n us all His best
With an ungrudging hand.
We love Thee, Father, for Thy Gift
So gloriously free ;
We love Thee for receiving us
Into Thy family :
And as we grasp what Thou hast given,
We hymns of triumph sing,
And hail with joy unspeakable
The Birthday of Our King.
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Lord Jesus Christ, our Lord most dear,
As Thou wast once an infant here,
So give this child of Thine, we pray,
Thy grace and blessing day by day.
O Holy Jesus, L^rd Divine,
We pray Thee guard this child of Thine.
As in Thy heavenly kingdom, Lord,
All things obey Thy sacred word,
Do Thou Thy mighty succor give, .
And shield this child at morn and eve.
O Holy Jesus, Lord Divine, &c.
Their watch let angels round it keep
Where'er it be, awake, asleep;
Thy holy cross now let it bear,
That it Thy crown with saints may wear.
O Holy Jesus, Lord Divine, &c,
No. 125.
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Lord, be Thy word my rule,
In it may I rejoice;
Thy glory be my aim;
Thy holy will my choice.
Thy promises my hope;
Thy providence my guard;
Thine arm my strong support;
Thyself my great reward.
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Father! name of love and fear!
Lo! Thy children venture near;
Trembling at Thy footstool stand;
Lowly kneel beneath Thy Hand.
Stand — to speak the great " I do,"
And the threefold vow renew ;
Kneel — to ask the gift divine
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Thine we were, before our eyes
Opened first on earth and skies;
Thine before our lips could frame
This Thy dear and awful name;
Thine, when on each infant face
Dropped the dewy pledge of grace,
Then, by Jesus' dying sign,
Marked, and claimed, and owned as Thine.
Through our childhood's joys and fears, I
Through our school-tide's passing years,
Love divine, unchanging, free,
Called and drew our hearts to Thee.
Thou hast helped us; Thou hast taught
All the works Thy love hath wrought; I
All our lost and evil case;
All the marvels of Thy grace.
Sinful hearts indeed and weak
Here Thy promised blessing seek ;
Small our might, and strong our foe;
Yet the saving name we know.
In that name our prayers we pour;
Send Thy Spirit down once more.
Let the sevenfold gift be shed
Largely on each bending head.
So, with strength renewed to-day,
Send us forth on life's rough way;
Bound to Thee by love's strong cords.
Living, dying, still our Lord's!
No. 127.
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Holy Spirit, Lord of Love,
Thou Who earnest from above,
Gifts of blessings to bestow
On Thy waiting church below;
Once again in love draw near
To Thy children gathered here.
From their bright baptismal day,
Through their childhood's onward way,
Thou hast been their constant guide,
Watching ever by their side;
May they now, till life shall end,
Choose and know Thee as their friend. '
Give them light, Thy truth to see,
Give them life to live for Thee,
Daily power to conquer sin,
Patient faith the crown to win ;
Shield them from temptation's breath,
Keep them faithful unto death.
When the holy vow is made,
When the holy hands are laid,
Come in this most solemn hour,
With Thy seven-fold gifts of power,
Come, Thou blessed Spirit, come,
Make each heart Thy happy home.
No. 128.
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Holy Spirit, Lord of glory,
Look on us Thy flock to-day,
Meekly kneeling at Thy footstool
For Thy sevenfold gifts we pray;
Guide us all our earthly journey
In the true and narrow way.
Foes on every hand are round us,
And our hearts are weak and frail;
Gird us with Thy heavenly armor;
Never let us yield or quail;
Give us victory in the struggle,
When the hosts of sin assail.
Blessed Jesus, draw Thou near us,
As before Thy cross we how ;
Help us to be true and faithful,
Seal our sacramental vow;
We Thy soldiers are, and servants;
Hear our solemn promise now.
Lead us by Thy guiding presence
Through the waste with danger rife;
Feed us with the heavenly manna,
That we faint not in the strife;
Slake our weary spirits' thirsting
From the living well of life.
Looking ever unto Jesus,
Leaning on His staff and rod;
May we follow in His footsteps,
Tread the path that Jesus trod,
Till we dwell with Him for ever
In the paradise of God.
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Bread of heaven, on Thee we feed,
For Thy flesh is meat indeed;
Ever may our souls be fed
With this true and living Bread;
Day by day with strength supplied
Through the life of Him Who died.
Vine of heaven, Thy Blood supplies
This blest Cup of Sacrifice;
Lord, Thy Wounds our healing give,
To Thy Cross we look and live :
Jesus, may we ever be
Grafted, rooted, built in Thee.
No. 130.
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Bread of the world, in mercy broken,
Wine of the soul, in mercy shed,
By Whom the words of life were spoken,
And in Whose death our sins are dead;
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by sinners shed ;
And be Thy feast to us the token
That by Thy grace our souls are fed.
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My God, and is Thy table spread,
And does Thy cup with love o'erflow ?
Thither be all Thy children led,
And let them all Thy sweetness know.
Hail! sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of His flesh and blood:
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heavenly food.
O let Thy table honored be,
And furnished well with joyful guests:
1 And may each soul salvation see,
That here its holy pledges tastes.
Drawn by Thy quickening grace, O Lord,
In countless numbers let them come;
And gather from their Father's board
The bread that lives beyond the tomb.
Nor let Thy spreading Gospel rest
Till thro' the world Thy truth has run;
; Till with this bread all men be blest,
Who see the light or feel the sun.
Blessed art thou, who, passed before,
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Whose opening life, so quickly o'er,
Is hidden where is no more pain.
Blessed art thou whose childish feet
Stray where the living waters flow;
For thee no glow of summer heat,
No chilling touch of winter's snow.
Blessed art thou ; no storm can sweep
Where love so soon hath wafted thee;
We toil in rowing on life's deep;
But where thou art is no more sea.
The Shepherd hath Himself removed
The lamb which to His care was given;
For He on earth, Whom children loved,
Hath called His child from earth to
Heaven.
No cloud is there, no sound of woe,
But peace unearthly, pure and deep;
We know thou art with Christ; for so
He giveth His beloved sleep.
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Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled
Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping;
Oh, how peaceful, pale, and mild,
In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping!
And no sign of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.
In this world of care pain,
Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it ;
To Thy meadows bright and fair,
Lovingly Thou dost receive it:
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with Thee in light.
Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we
There may live where it is living,
And the blissful pastures see
That its heavenly food are giving:
Lost awhile our treasured love,
Gained for ever, safe above.
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Let no hopeless tears be shed,
Holy is this narrow bed.
Alleluia!
Death eternal life bestows,
Open Heaven's portal throws.
Alleluia!
And no peril waits at last
Him who now away hath past.
Alleluia!
Not salvation hardly won,
Not the meed of race well run;
Alleluia !
And in Thine own
Bring us to the ran
Alleluia
But the pity of the Lord
Gives His child a full reward:
Alleluia!
Grants the prize without the course,
Crowns, without the battle's force.
Alleluia !
God, who loveth innocence,
Hastes to take His darling hence.
Alleluia!
Christ, when this sad life is done,
Join us to Thy little one.
Alleluia!
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Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His name.
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Blessings abound where'er He reigns,
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our king ;
Angels descend with songs again,
And each repeat the loud Amen.
No. 136.
MISSIONARY HYMN.
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From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn ;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny ?
Salvation, oh, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's Name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb, for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
No. 137.
ONSLOW.
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Hark, the swelling breezes,
Rising from afar,
Bring the sound of conflict
From the holy war.
God is with our armies;
He the word has given ;
He is watching o'er you,
Messengers of Heaven.
Go, thou mighty gospel,
Conquering on thy way;
Night upon the mountains
Changes into day.
Idols bow before Thee,
Heathen temples fall;
Soon the world shall own Thee,
Victor over all.
O Thou blessed Saviour,
Reigning now on high,
May Thy faithful soldiers
Find Thee ever nigh.
Bid their glorious mission
Spread from sea to sea,
Till the whole creation
Worship onlyT hee.
No. 138.
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Uplift the banner! Let it float
Sky-ward and sea-ward, high and wide;
The sun shall light its shining folds,
The Cross, on which the Saviour died.
Uplift the banner ! Angels bend
In anxious silence o'er the sign,
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonder of the love Divine.
Uplift the banner ! Heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight,
I And nations, gathering at the call,
Their spirits kindle in its light.
Uplift the banner! Let it float
Sky-ward and sea-ward, high and wide;
Our glory only in the Cross,
Our only hope the Crucified.
Uplift the banner! Wide and high,
Sea-ward and sky-ward let it shine :
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours;
We conquer only ill that sign.
No. 139.
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Almighty God, Whose only Son,
O'er sin and death the triumph won,
And ever lives to intercede
For souls who Thy sweet mercy need.
In His dear name to Thee we pray
For all who err and go astray,
For sinners, wheresoe'er they be,
Who do not serve and honor Thee.
There are who never yet have heard
The tidings of Thy blessed word,
But still in heathen darkness dwell,
Without one thought of heaven or hell;
And some within Thy sacred fold
To holy things are dead and cold,
And waste the precious hours of life
In selfish ease, or toil, or strife:
And many a quickened soul within
There lurks the secret love of sin,
A wayward will, or anxious fears,
Or lingering taint of bygone years.
Oh, give repentance true and deep
To all Thy lost and wandering sheep,
And kindle in their hearts the fire
Of holy love and pure desire.
That so from angel-hosts above
May rise a sweeter song of love,
And we, with all the blest, adore
Thy name, O God, for evermore.
No. 140.
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God bless our native land !
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might.
For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On Him we wait;
Thou Who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the State.
No. 141.
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The King of }ove my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine for ever.
Where streams of living water flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth ;
And where the verdant pastures grow
With food celestial feedeth.
Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
And yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home rejoicing brought me.
In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.
No. 142.
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Oft in danger, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
"Bear the toil, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of Life.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall every tear be dry;
Let not fear your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.
Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March in heavenly armor clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory wake your song.
Onward then to glory move,
More than conquerors ye shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Holy Jesus, praise to Thee,
With the Spirit ever be.
No. 143.
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O Love, Who formedst me to wear
The image of Thy Godhead here;
Who soughtest me with tender care
Through all my wanderings wild and
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O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who ere life's earliest dawn
On me Thy choice hast gently laid;
O Love, Who here as Man wast born,
And wholly like to us wast made;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who once in time wast slain,
Pierced through and through with bit-
ter woe;
O Love, Who wrestling thus didst gain
That we eternal joy might know;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who lovest me for eye,
Who for my soul dost ever plead ;
O Love, Who didst that ransom pay
Whose power sufficeth in my stead;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
O Love, Who once shalt bid me rise
From out this dying life of ours;
O Love, Who once o'er yonder skies
Shalt set me in the fadeless bowers;
O Love, I give myself to Thee,
Thine ever, only Thine to be.
No. 144.
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Children of the heavenly king,
As ye journey sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
We are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, the Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
Lord, obediently we go,
Gladly leaving us below ;
Only Thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow Thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Praise to Thee, O Christ, our king,
And the Holy Ghost, we sing.
No. 145.
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All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.
The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ;
Without our aid He did us make ;
We are His flock, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.
O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
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Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.
For why ? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure ;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
The God Whom heaven and earth adore ;
From men, and from the angel host,
Be praise and glory evermore.
No. 146.
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Who seek a home above,
And read in all creation
A heavenly Father's love.
What earthly foes can harm us,
What power can make us fear,
If God is watching o'er us
With succor ever near?
His ear in all our dangers
Is listening when we call;
His hand in all temptations
Will hold us lest we fall.
In joy we now approach Him,
In hope we kneel and pray;
For He Whose blood redeemed us
Will wash our sins away.
When earth no help can find us,
And all its lights are gone,
He sends His blessed Spirit
To lead us safely on.
And when at last our bodies
Mu>t lay them down to rest,
With Him we trust our spirits
Will be for ever blest.
No. 147.
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By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows,
How sweet the breath beneath the hill
Of Sharon's dewy rose.
Lo ! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose tender heart with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay ;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
O Thou, Whose infant feet were found
Within Thy Father's shrine,
Whose years, with changeless virtue
crowned,
Were all alike divine.
Dependent on Thy bounteous breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To us still Thine own.
No. 148.
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All hail the power of Jesus' Name;
Let angels prostrate fall ;
Bring forth the royal diadem
To crown Him Lord of all.
Crown Him, ye morning stars of light,
Who fixed this floating ball;
Now hail the Strength of Israel's might, i
And crown Him Lord of all.
Crown Him, ye martyrs of your God,
Who from His altar call;
Extol the Stem-of- Jesse's Rod,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Ye seed of Israel's chosen race,
Ye ransomed of the fall,
Hail Him Wrho saves you by His grace,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Hail Him, ye heirs of David's line,
Whom David Lord did call,
The God Incarnate, Man Divine,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall,
Go spread your trophies at H:s feet,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Let every tribe and every tongue
Before Him prostrate fall,
And shout in universal song
The crowned Lord of all.
No. 149.
SAMOS.
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Praises to your Saviour King;
Hearts and voices gladly bring;
Praise His name.
Jesus is the children's Friend,
Loving, faithful to the end;
Richest gifts from Him descend, •
Joy and peace.
Once from heaven to earth He came,
Suffered death, contempt, and blame,
Died upon a cross of shame
Crowned with thorns.
'Twas our sinful souls to save
Thus His precious blood He gave;
Ransomed now from sin's dark grave,
We may sing.
O, what boundless grace and love,
All our highest thoughts above !
Fear and unbelief remove
At the cross.
Blessed Jesus, loving, kind.
We would early seek and find ;
And our souls in covenant bind,
Thine to be.
For our sins we deeply grieve,
But Thy promise we believe,
"Him that cometh I receive-"
Lord, we come.
No. 150,
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There is a blessed home
Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,
Nor tears of sorrow flow ;
Where faith is lost in sight,
And patient hope is crowned,
And everlasting light
Its glory throws around.
There is a land of peace,
Good angels know it well ;
Glad songs that never cease
Within its portals swell ;
Around its glorious Throne
Ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father One,
And Spirit, evermore.
Oh, joy all joys beyond,
To see the Lamb Who died,
And count each sacred wound
In hands, and feet, and side!
To give to Him the praise
Of every triumph won,
And sing through endless days
The great things He hath done.
Look up, ye saints of God,
Nor fear to tread below
Thy path your Saviour trod
Of daily toil and woe;
W7ait but a little while
In uncomplaining love,
His own most gracious smile
Shall welcome you above.
No. 151.
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Rejoice, ye pure in heart!
Rejoice! give thanks and sing;
Your festal banner wave on high,
The Cross of Christ, your king.
Fright youth and snow-crowned age,
Strong men and maidens meek,
Raise high your free exulting song,
God's wondrous praises speak.
Yes, onward, onward still,
With hymn, and chant, and song,
Thro' gate, and porch, and columned aisle,
The hallowed pathways throng.
With all the angel choirs,
With all the saints on earth,
Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
True rapture, noblest mirth.
Your clear hosannas raise,
And alleluias loud ;
Whilst answering echoes upward float,
Like wreaths of incense cloud.
With voice as full and strong
As ocean's surging praise,
Send forth the hymns our fathers loved,
The psalms of ancient days.
Yes, on through life's long path,
Still chanting as ye go,
From youth to age, by night and day,
In gladness and in woe.
Still lift your standard high,
Still march in firm array,
As warriors through the darkness toil
Till dawns the golden day.
At last the march shall end,
The wearied ones shall rest,
The pilgrims find their Father's house,
Jerusalem the blest.
Then on, ye pure in heart,
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
Your festal banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ, your king.
Praise Him Who reigns on high,
The Ford Whom we adore,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
One God for evermore.
No. 152.
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Outside the fast- closed door,
In lowly patience waiting
To pass the threshold o'er :
Shame on us, Christian brothers,
His name and sign who bear,
O shame, thrice shame upon us
To keep Him standing there!
O Jesus, Thou art knocking :
And lo ! the hand is scarred,
And thorns Thy brow encircle,
And tears Thy face have marred:
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So patiently to wait!
O sin that hath no equal
So fast to bar the gate !
O Jesus, Thou art pleading
In accents meek and low,
" I died for you, My children,
And will ye treat Me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door:
Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us never more.
No. 153.
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Thine for ever! God of love,
Hear us from Thy throne above;
Thine for ever may we be,
Here and in eternity.
Thine for ever! Oh, how blest
They who find in Thee their rest!
Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend,
Oh, defend us to the end.
Thine for ever! Lord of life,
Shield us through our earthly strife,
Thou, the Life, the Truth, the Way,
Guide us to the realms of day.
Thine for ever ! Shepherd, keep
Us Thy weak and trembling sheep;
Safe alone beneath Thy care,
Let us all Thy goodness share.
Thine for ever! Thou our Guide;
All our wants by Thee supplied;
All our sins by Thee forgiven !
Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven!
No. 154.
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In our work, and in our play,
Jesu-, be Thou ever near,
Guarding, guiding, all the day,
Keeping in Thy holy fear.
Thou didst toil, a lowly child,
In the far-off holy land,
iessing labor undefiled,
Pure and honest, of the hand.
Thou wilt bless our play hour, too,
If we ask Thy succor strong;
Watch o'er all we say and do,
Hold us back from guilt and wrong.
Oh, how happy thus to spend
Work and play-time in His sight,
Till the rest which shall not end,
Till the day which knows no night!
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O Paradise, O Paradise,
Who doth not crave for rest?
AVho would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest ?
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God's most holy sight?
O Paradise, O Paradise,
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold ?
Where loyal hearts, ike.
0 Paradise, O Paradise,
'Tis weary waiting here ;
1 long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see Him near;
Where loyal hearts, &c.
0 Paradise, O Paradise,
I want to sin no more,
1 want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore ;
Where loyal hearts, &c.
O Paradise, O Paradise,
I greatly long to see
The special place my dearest Lord
In love prepares for me;
Where loyal hearts, &c.
Lord Jesus, King of Paradise,
O keep me in Thy love,
And guide me to that happy land
Of perfect rest above;
Where loyal hearts, &c.
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O worship the King,
All glorious above;
O gratefully sing
His power and His love;
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of days,
Pavilioned in splendor,
And girded with praise.
O tell of His might,
O sing of His grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy, space;
His chariots of wrath
Deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is His path
On the wings of the storm.
Thy bountiful care
What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light,
It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils
In the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail;
Thy mercies, how tender,
How firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!
O measureless might,
Ineffable love!
While angels delight
To hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration
Shall lisp to Thy praise.
No. 157.
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Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
God of might and power!
Now Thyself art dwelling
In us at this hour.
Nature cannot hold Thee,
Heaven is all too strait
For Thine endless glory,
And Thy royal state.
Out beyond the shining
Of the furthest star,
Thou art ever stretching
Infinitely far.
Yet the hearts of children
Hold what worlds cannot,
And the God of wonders
Loves the lowly spot.
Jesus, gentlest Saviour!
Thou art in ifts now :
Fill us full of goodness,
Till our hearts o'erflow.
Multiply our graces,
Chiefly love and fear,
And, dear Lord ! the chiefest,
Grace to persevere.
Oh, how can we thank Thee,
For a gift like this,
Gift that truly maketh
Heaven's eternal bliss?
Ah, when wilt Thou always
Make our hearts Thy home?
We must wait for Heaven —
Then the day will come.
Now at least we'll keep Thee,
All the time we may;
But Thy grace and blessing
We will keep alway.
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Art thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distrest?
"Come to Me," saith One, "and coming
Be at rest !
Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
If He be my guide?
" In His Feet and Hands are wound-prints,
And His Side."
Hath He diadem as Monarch
That His Brow adorns?
"Yea, a crown, in very surety,
But of thorns."
If I find Him, if I follow,
What His guerdon here ?
" Many a sorrow, many a labor,
Many a tear."
If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last?
" Sorrow vanquished, labor ended,
Jordan past."
If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay ?
" Not till earth, and not till Heaven
Pass away."
Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
Is He sure to bless?
" Angels, martyrs, prophets, virgins,
Answer, Yes! "
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Brightly gleams our banner,
Pointing to the sky,
Waving wanderers onward
To their home on high.
Journeying o'er the desert,
Gladly thus we pray,
And with hearts united
Take our heavenward way.
Brightly gleams, &c.
Jesus, Lord and Master,
At Thy sacred Feet,
Here with hearts rejoicing
See Thy Children meet;
Often have we left Thee,
( >ften gone astray,
Keep us, mighty Saviour,
In the narrow way.
Brightly gleams, &c.
All our days direct us
In the way we go,
Lead us on victorious
Over every foe :
Bid Thine angels shield us
When the storm-clouds lower,
Pardon Thou and save us
In the last dread hour.
Brightly gleams, &c.
Then with Saints and Angels
May we join above,
Offering prayers and praises
At Thy Throne of love;
WThen the toil is over,
Then comes rest and peace,
Jesus in His beauty,
Songs that never cease.
Brightly gleams, &c.
No. 160.
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Listen whilst we sing,
Hearts and voices raising
Praises to our King;
All we have we offer;
All we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spirit,
All we yield to Thee.
Nearer, ever nearer,
Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration
Bending low the knee;
Thou for our redemption
Cam'st on earth to die ;
Thou, that we may follow,
Hast gone up on high.
Great and ever greater
Are Thy mercies here,
True and everlasting
Are the glories there,
Where no pain, or sorrow,
Toil, or care, is known,
Where the angel-legions
Circle round Thy throne.
Dark and ever darker
WTas the wintry past,
Now a ray of gladness
O'er our path is cast;
Every day that passeth,
Every hour that flies,
Tells of love unfeigned,
Love that never dies.
Clearer still and clearer
Dawns the light from heaven,
In our sadness bringing
News of sins forgiven ;
Life has lost its shadows,
Pure the light within;
Thou hast shed Thy radiance
On a world of sin.
Brighter still and brighter
Glows the western sun,
Shedding all its gladness
O'er our work that's done:
Time will soon be over,
Toil and sorrow past,
May we, blessed Saviour,
Find a rest at last.
Onward, ever onward,
Journeying o'er the road
Worn by saints before us,
Journeying on to God;
Leaving all behind us,
May we hasten on,
Backward never looking
Till the prize is won. «
Bliss, all bliss excelling,
When the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting,
Finds its promised goal;
Where in joys unheard of
Saints with Angels sing,
Never weary raising
Praises to their King.
No, 161.
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One by one, His children dear;
He will raise the weak, the falling,
He the fainting heart will cheer.
Come ! our Shepherd waits to lead us,
He Who once for sinners died,
Where the bread of heaven will feed us,
Where the living streams abide.
Come ! the Spirit now will seal us,
Heirs of God for evermore;
Strong to help, and kind to heal us,
When our souls are weak and sore.
Come! our king Himself will arm us,
For the fight we must endure;
'Neath His shield, when foes alarm us,
He will keep our life secure.
Come! the cross, our banner glorious,
Onward guides the host of God ;
We may march, in hope victorious,
By the path our Saviour trod.
Come with awe, for God will hear us
When we speak our solemn vow ;
Come with joy, for Christ is near us
When with contrite hearts we bow.
No. 162.
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Far from my home, on life's rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
" Thy will be done."
Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
" Thy will be done."
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved no longer nigh,
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What most I prize, it ne^er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
" Thy will be done."
Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
"Thy will be done."
Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
"Thy will be done."
No. 163.
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High above the cloudless sky,
Where they see their heavenly king
In His holy majesty.
Let us sing! the children sang,
When to Sion Jesus rode;
And the stately temple rang
With hosannas to their God.
Let us sing! rejoice, rejoice!
Jesus listens while we sing,
Jesus loves an infant's voice,
And the praises children bring.
Let us sing our hymns below !
Sing at morn, at noon, at even,
Till, through Jesus Christ, we go,
Sweeter songs to sing in heaven.
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Hear the trumpet's call,
'Neath your Captain's banner
Range ye, one and all.
Not against the devil,
Not against the world,
Must the red-cross banner
Only be unfurled.
Subtle foes are lurking
Deep your hearts within,
There first wage the battle
With the power of sin.
O'er the sight and hearing,
Touch, and taste, and smell,
Set a watch, good Christians,
Guard those portals well.
By the sign upon you,
By Christ's life within,
Close in deadly conflict
With each pleasant sin.
Jesus' eye is on you,
Keep your solemn vow,
Then a crown immortal
Shall adorn your brow.
No. 165.
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And the hour of rest is nigh :
Strengthen us for work to-morrow,
Son of Mary, God Most High.
Thou who in the village workshop,
Fashioning the yoke and plough,
Didst eat bread by daily labor,
Succor them that labor now.
We are weary of life-long toil,
Of sorrow, and pain, and sin;
But there is a City with streets of
gold;
And all is peace within.
How are we to reach that City,
Whose delights no tongue may tell ?
By the faith that looks to Jesus,
Who sat weary by the well :
Sinful men and sinful women,
He will wash our sins away;
He will take us to the Sheepfold,
Whence no sheep can ever stray.
We are wean', <S:c.
There the dear ones who have left us
We shall some day meet again;
There will be no bitter partings,
No more sorrow, death or pain.
Evensong has closed in silence,
And the hour of rest is nigh :
Lighten Thou our darkness, Jesus,
Son of Mary, God Most High!
We are weary, &c.
No. 166.
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When our hymns in school we raise;
Daily work begun and ended
With the daily voice of praise.
Day by day we magnify Thee- —
When, as each new day is born,
On our knees at home we bless Thee
For the mercies of the morn.
Day by day we magnify Thee —
In our hymns before we sleep;
Angels hear them, watching by us,
Christ's dear lambs all night to keep.
Day by day we magnify Thee —
Not in words of praise alone;
Truthful lips and meek obedience
Show Thy glory in Thine own.
Day by day we magnify Thee —
When, for Jesus' sake, we try
Every wrong to bear with patience,
Every sin to mortify.
Day by day we magnify Thee —
Till our days on earth shall cease,
Till we rest from these our labors,
Waiting for Thy day in peace.
Then, on that eternal morning.
With Thy great eternal host,
May we fully magnify Thee —
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
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O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wave beat shore:
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!
Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come:"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, &c.
Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea,
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, &c.
Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary,
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.
Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, &c.
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Those endless sabbaths the blessed ones see !
Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest :
God shall be all and in all ever blest.
What are the monarch, his court, and his throne?
What are the peace and the joy that they own ?
Oh, that the blest ones, who in it have share,
All that they feel could as fully declare !
Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,
Vision of peace, that brings joy evermore;
Wish and fulfilment can severed be ne'er,
Nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer.
There, where no troubles distraction can bring,
We the sweet anthems of Sion shall sing;
While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise
Thy blessed people eternally raise.
There dawns no sabbath, no sabbath is o'er,
Those sabbath-keepers have one evermore;
One and unending is that triumph-song
Which to the angels and us shall belong.
Now in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high,
We for that country must yearn and must sigh;
Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,
Through our long exile on Babylon's strand.
Low before Him with our praises we fall,
Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all;
Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son;
Through Whom, the Spirit, with them ever One.
No. 169.
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Jerusalem! my happy home!
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
O happy harbor of the Saints,
O sweet and pleasant soil,
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil !
Jerusalem ! Jerusalem !
God grant I once may see
Thy endless joys, and of the same
Partaker aye to be !
Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarks diamonds square,
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles
With carbuncles do shine;
Thy very streams are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine.
There David stands, with harp in hands,
As master of the choir ;
Ten thousand times that man were blest,
That might his music hear!
Our Lady sings Magnificat
With tones surpassing sweet,
And ail the Virgins bear their part,
Sitting about her feet.
Te Deum doth Saint Ambrose sing,
Saint Austin doth the like;
Old Simeon and Zachary
Have not their songs to seek. '
There Magdalene hath left her moan,
And cheerfully doth sing
With blessed. Saints whose harmony
In every street doth ring.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
Would God I were in thee;
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see.
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Datly, daily sing the praises
Of the City God hath made;
In the beauteous fields of Eden
Its foundation-stones are laid.
0 that I had wings of angels
Here to spread and heavenward fly,
1 would seek the gates of Zion,
Far beyond the starry sky!
All the walls of that dear City
Are of bright and burnished gold;
It is matchless in its beauty,
And its treasures are untold.
O that I had wings, &c.
In the midst of that dear City
Christ is reigning on His seat,
And the angels swing their censers
In a ring about His feet.
O that I had wings, &c.
From the throne a river issues,
Clear as crystal, passing bright,
And it traverses the City
Like a sudden gleam of light.
O that I had wings, &c.
There the meadows, green and dewy,
Shine with lilies wondrous fair;
Thousand, thousand are the colors
Of the waving flowers there.
O that I had wings, &c.
There the wind is sweetly fragrant,
And is laden with the song
Of the Seraphs, and the Elders,
And the great redeeming throng.
O that I had wings, &c.
O I would my ears were open
Here to catch that happy strain!
O I would my eyes some vision
Of that Eden could attain !
O that I had wings, &c.
No. 171.
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CHRIST, Who once amongst us
As a child did dwell,
Is the children's Saviour,
And He loves us well;
We must keep our promise
Made Him at the font,
Since He is our shepherd,
That we may not want.
There it was they laid us
In those tender arms,
Where the lambs are carried
Safe from all alarms;
If we trust His promise,
He will let us rest
In His arms for ever,
Leaning on His breast.
Though we may not see Him
For a little while,
We shall know He holds us,
Often feel His smile;
Death will be to slumber
In that sweet embrace,
And we shall awaken
To behold His face.
He will be our shepherd
After as before,
By still heavenly waters
Lead us evermore;
Make us lie in pastures
Beautiful and green,
Where none thirst or hunger,
And no tears are seen.
Jesus, our good shepherd,
Laying down Thy life,
Lest Thy sheep .should perish
In the cruel strife.
Help u< to remember
All Thy love and care.
Trust in Thee, and love Thee
Always, everywhere.
No. 172.
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In the Paradise of Jesus
There are many homes of light,
And they shine beyond the darkness
With a radiance clear and bright.
Oh, that I might hear the angels
Singing o'er the crystal sea,
And amidst the many mansions
Find a home prepared for me!
There are sounds of many voices
In the golden streets above,
Filling all the air with gladness,
Blended in eternal love.
Oh, that, &c.
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Midst the pastures green and fair,
Jesus gathers in the homeless,
And He dwells among them there.
Oh, that, &c.
Can we see the happy faces
Of the dear ones gone before?
They are ready now to greet us
When we gain that blessed shore.
Oh, that, &c.
Then the pearly gates, unfolding,
Never shall be closed again,
We shall see within the city
Jesus, 'mid His white-robed train.
Oh, that, &c.
Oh, to join the alleluia,
And the glad thanksgiving raise,
With the ransomed hosts of Jesus,
In their songs of endless praise !
Oh, that, &c.
No. 173.
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Around the throne of God in heaven
Shall countless children stand,
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band,
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In flowing robes of spotless white
Each one shall be arrayed ;
Shall dwell in everlasting light,
And joys that never fade;
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How shall they reach the world above,
That heaven so bright fair,
Where all is peace and joy and love ?
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Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin;
Bathed in that pure and precious flood.
Heboid them white and clean,
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On earth they sought their Saviour's
On earth they loved His name,| grace,
At last they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,
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When Jesus was here among men,
How He called little children, as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with them then.
I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
That His arms had been thrown around me;
And that I might have seen His kind look when He said>
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And ask for a share of His love;
And if I now earnestly seek Him below,
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But thousands and thousands, who wander and fall,
Never heard of that heavenly home;
I should like them to know there is room for them all,
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I long for the joy of that glorious time,
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When the dear little children of every clime
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No. 175.
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Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus
Going on before.
Christ the Royal Master,
Leads against the foe,
Forward into battle ;
See I lis banners go.
Onward, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the Cross of Jesus
Going on before.
At the sign of triumph
Satan's host doth flee ;
On, then, Christian soldiers,
On to victory.
Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise.
Onward, &c.
Like a might v army
Moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading
Where the Saints have trod;
We are not divided,
All one body we,
One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.
Onward, &c.
Crowns and thrones may perish,
Kingdoms rise and wane,
Bat the Church of Jesus
Constant will remain;
Gates of hell can never
'Gainst that Church prevail;
"We have Christ's own promise,
And that cannot fail.
Onward, &c.
Onward, then, ye people,
Join our happy throng,
Blend with ours your voices,
In the triumph song —
Glory, laud, and honor,
Unto Christ the King,
This, through countless ages,
Men and Angels sing.
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Maker of all things,
Author of light,
King over all kings,
Matchless in might.
Lord, ever near us,
Teach us Thy way;
Hear us! oh, hear us
When we pray!
Mercies unceasing
Flow unto us ;
Praises and blessing
We offer thus.
Lord, ever near us,
Teach us Thy way;
Hear us ! oh, hear us
When we pray!
On Thee depending,
Grant us to be,
In bliss unending,
Father, with Thee.
Lord, ever near us,
Giver of grace,
Hear us! oh, hear us
In prayer and praise!
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At the Name of Jesus
Every knee shall bow,
Every tongue confess Him
King of glory now;
'Tis the Father's pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the Mighty Word.
At I lis voice creation
Sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces,
All the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations,
Stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders,
In their great array.
Humbled for a season,
To receive a name
From the lips of sinners
Unto whom He came,
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed:
Bore it up triumphant,
With its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures,
To the central height;
To the Throne of Godhead,
To the Father's breast,
Filled it with the glory
Of that perfect rest.
Name Him, brothers, name Him,
With love as strong as death,
But with awe and wonder,
And with 'bated breath;
He is God the Saviour,
He is Christ the Lord*
Ever to be worshipped,
Trusted, and adored.
In your hearts enthrone Him;
There let Him subdue
All that is not holy,
All that is not true;
Crown Him as your captain
In temptation's hour;
Let His Will enfold you
In its light and power.
Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father's glory,
With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire
Meet upon His l> row,
And our hearts confess Him
King of glory now.
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Sun of heaven's heaven,
Saviour, be Thou near,
Toward us turn Thine ear;
Through whate'er may come,
Thou canst lead us home.
Though the gloom be grievous,
Those we leant on leave us,
Though the coward heart
Quit its proper part,
Though the tempter come,
Thou wilt lead us home.
Saviour, pure and holy,
Lover of the lowly,
Sign us with Thy sign,
Take our hands in Thine,
Take our hands and come,
Lead Thy children home.
Star of morn and even,
Shine on us from heaven.
From Thy glory throne
LI ear Thy very own !
Lord and Saviour, come,
Lead us to our home.
No. 179.
MOUNT DOL.
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We are soldiers of Christ, Who is mighty to save,
And His banner the cross is unfurled;
We are pledged to be faithful and steadfast and brave
Against Satan, the flesh and the world.
W7e are brothers and comrades, we stand side by side,
And our faith and our hope are the same ;
And we think of the cross on which Jesus has died,
When we bear the reproach of His name.
At the font we were marked with the cross on our brow,
Of our grace and our calling the sign;
And the weakest is strong to be true to his vow ;
For the armor we wear is divine.
We will watch ready armed if the tempter draws near,
If he come with a frown or a smile;
We will heed not his threats, nor his flatteries hear,
Nor be taken by storm nor by wile.
We will master the flesh, and its longing restrain,
We will not be the bondslaves of sin,
The pure Spirit of God in our nature shall reign
And our spirits their triurpph shall win.
For the world's love we live not, its hate we defy,
And we will not be led by the throng;
We'll be true to ourselves, to our Father on high,
And the bright world to which we belong.
Now let each cheer his comrade, let hearts beat as one,
While we follow where Christ leads the way,
'Twere dishonor to yield, or the battle to shun,
We will fight, and will watch, and will pray.
Though the warfare be weary, the trial be sore,
In the might of our God we will stand;
Oh, what joy to be crowned and be pure evermore
In the peace of our own fatherland!
No. 180.
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Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with alleluias rang,
When creation was begun,
When God spake and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of peace was born;
Songs of praise 3 rose when He
Captive led captivity.
Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And will man alone be dumb
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No, the Church delights to raise
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Jesus, glory unto Thee,
With the Spirit ever be.
No. 181.
ST. JOHN DAMASCENE.
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Those eternal bowers
Man hath never trod,
Those unfading flowers
Round the throne of God :
Who may hope to gain them
After weary light?
Who at length attain them,
Clad in robes of white?
He who gladly barters
All on earthly ground;
He who, like the martyrs,
Says, "I will be crowned:"
He whose one oblation
Is a life of love,
Clinging to the nation
Of the blest above.
Shame upon you, legions
Of the heavenly King,
Citizens of regions
Past imagining!
What! with pipe and tabor
Fool away the light,
When He bids you labor —
When He tells you, "Fight!
While we do our duty,
Struggling through the tide,
Whisper Thou of beauty
On the other side!
What though sari the story
Of this life's distress:
Oh, the future glory!
Oh, the loveliness!
No, 182.
STAR OF THE EAST.
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Jesus, Lord of all,
Leading, though we linger,
Hearing when we call;
Thee we love to follow
Joyful all the way;
As in early morning
So in closing day.
Shepherd good, defend us
Through the garish day,
When the flowery pathway
Lures our feet astray ;
Then, Thyself revealing,
Bring that better joy
Earth could never promise,
Death can ne'er de-troy.
Shepherd good, be near us
Through the gloomy night,
When the foes we see not
Most our hearts affright;
Round the home of sorrow,
O'er the couch of pain,
Breathe, oh, pitying Saviour,
Peace and health again!
Shepherd good, recall us
If we fall away ;
Plead for us in mercy
When we cannot pray;
When our wasted bodies
Yield their latest breath,
Draw our life to glory
Through the gates of death.
No. 183.
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Through the night of doubt and sorrow
Onward goes the pilgrim band,
Sinking songs of expectation,
Marching to the promised land.
Clear before us through the darkness
Gleams and burns the guiding light;
Brother clasns the hand of brother,
Stepping fearless through the night.
One the light of God's own presence
O'er His ransomed people shed,
Chasing far the gloom and terror.
Brightening all the path we tread.
One the object of our journey,
One the faith which never tires,
One the earnest looking forward,
One the hope our God inspires:
One the strain that lips of thousands
Lift as from the heart of one;
One the conflict, one the peril,
One the march in God begun:
One the gladness of rejoicing
On the far eternal shore,
Where the one Almighty Father
Reigns in love for evermore.
Onward therefore, pilgrim brothers,
Onward with the Cross our aid!
Bear its shame, and fight its battle,
Till we rest beneath its shade.
Soon shall come the great awaking,
Soon the rending of the tomb
Then the scattering of all shadows,
And the end of toil and gloom.
No. 184.
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Jerusalem, the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest:
• I know not, O, I know not
What joys await us there,
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.
They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And all the martyr throng.
The Prince is ever in them,
The daylight is serene ;
The pastures of the blessed
Are decked in glorious sheen.
There is the throne of David ;
And there, from care released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast.
And they, who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the fight,
For ever and for ever
Are clad in robes of white.
O sweet and blessed country,
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
No. 185.
HOSANNA.
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Hosanna to the living Lord!
Hosanna to the incarnate Word!
To Christ, Creator, Saviour, King,
Let earth, let heaven, Hosanna sing.
Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest !
Hosanna, Lord! Thine angels cry;
Hosanna, Lord! Thy saints reply;
Above, beneath us, and around,
The dead and living swell the sound;
Hosanna, Lord ! &c.
O Saviour, with protecting care,
Return to this Thy house of prayer :
Assembled in Thy sacred name,
Where we Thy parting promise claim :
Hosanna, Lord! &c.
But, chiefest, in our cleansed breast,
Eternal! bid Thy Spirit rest;
And make our secret souls to be
A temple pure, and worthy Thee.
Hosanna, Lord! &c.
So in the last and dreadful day,
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
Thy flock, redeemed from sinful stain,
Shall swell the sound of praise again.
Hosanna, Lord! &c.
No. 186.
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O Lord, the Holy Innocents
Laid down foi Thee their infant life,
And martyrs brave and patient saints
Have stood for Thee in tire and strife.
We wear the cross they wore of old,
Our lips have learned like vows to
We need not die; we cannot right; [make;
What may we do for Jesus' sake ?
O day by day each Christian child
Has much to do. without, within;
A death to die for Jesus' sake,
A weary war to wage with sin.
When deep within our swelling hearts
The thoughts of pride and anger rise,
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And tears of passion in our eyes;
Then we may stay the angry blow,
Then we may check the hasty word,
Give gentle answers back again,
And fight a battle for our Lord.
W7ith smiles of peace and looks of love,
Light in our dwellings we may make,
Bid kind good-humor brighten there,
And do all still for Jesus' sake.
There's not a child so weak and small
But has his little cross to take,
His little work of love and praise,
That he may do for Jesus' sake.
No. 187.
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Come, Christian children, come and raise
Your voice with one accord;
Come, sing in joyful songs of praise
The glories of your Lord.
Sing of the wonders of His love,
And loudest praises give
To Him Who left His throne above,
And died that you might live.
Sing of the wonders of His truth,
And read in every page
The promise made to earliest youth
Fulfilled to latest age.
Sing of the wonders of His power,
Who with His own right arm
Upholds and keeps you hour by hour,
And shields from every harm.
Sing of the wonders of His grace,
Who made and keeps you His,
And guides you to the appointed place
At His right hand in bliss.
No. 188.
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Angel voices ever singing
Round Thy throne of light,
Angel harps for ever ringing,
Rest not day nor night :
Thousands only live to bless Thee,
And confess Thee,
Lord of might!
Thou, Who art beyond the farthest
Mortal eye can scan,
Can it be that Thou regardest
Songs of sinful man ?
Can we know that Thou art near us,
And wilt hear us?
Yea! we can.
Yea, we know that Thou rejoicest
O'er each work of Thine:
Thou didst ears, and hands, and voices,
For Thy praise combine;
Craftsman's art and music's measure
For Thy pleasure
Didst design.
In Thy house, great God, we offer
Of Thine own to Thee,
And for Thine acceptance proffer
All unworthily
Hearts,and minds, and hands, and voices,
In our choicest
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Honor, glory, might, and merit,
Thine shall ever be,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
Blessed Trinity!
Of the best that Thou hast given,
Earth and heaven
Render Thee !
No. 189.
ADORATION,
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Wiping every tear;
Folded in His bosom,
What have we to fear?
Only let us follow
Whither He doth lead,
To the thirsty desert,
Or the dewy mead.
Jesus is our Shepherd :
Well we know His voice;
How its gentlest whisper
Makes our heart rejoice;
Even when He chicJeth
Tender is its tone :
None but He shall guide us,
Wre are His alone.
Jesus is our Shepherd:
For the sheep He bled,
Every lamb is sprinkled
With the blood He shed:
Then on each He setteth
His own secret sign :
"They that have My Spirit,
These," saith He, "are Mine.'
Jesus is our Shepherd :
Guarded by His arm,
Though the wolves may raven,
None can do us harm.
When we tread death's valley,
Dark with fearful gloom,
We will fear no evil,
Victors o'er the tomb.
No. 190.
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Come, Christian youths and maidens,
Come, brothers, old and young,
Uplift your hearts and voices,
Be praise on every tongue.
In God's own house we gather,
Our yearly feast to hold ;
Come, join our joyful anthem,
Ye brothers, young and old.
Come, sing with us the praises
Of God's preserving care,
Who safe from harm has kept us
Throughout another year;
And crowned our lives with mercies
Unnumbered as the sand,
Which day by day have reached us
From His all gracious hand.
Come, sing with us the praises
Of God's redeeming love,
That song which never ceases
Around the throne above;
The voice of many angels,
"Worthy the Lamb of God;
For He was slain to save us
By His most precious blood."
Come, praise Him for glad tidings
Heard in this hallowed place —
Glad tidings of salvation,
By free and sovereign grace;
For gifts of Holy Scripture,
Known from our childhood's days;
For call from heaven to serve Him
In wisdom's happy ways.
Come, praise Him for the promise
Of strength in weakness given;
For means of grace provided;
For blessed hope of heaven.
Oh, Christian youths and maidens!
Oh, brothers, old and young!
Uplift your hearts and voices,
And let His praise be sung.
No. 191.
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Lord, Thy children guide and keep,
As with feeble steps they press,
On the pathway, rough and steep,
Through this weary wilderness.
Holy Jesus, day by day,
Lead us in the narrow way. •
There are stony ways to tread;
Give the strength we ?orely lack :
There are tangled paths to thread;
Shed Thy light upon the track.
Holy Jesus, &c.
There are sandy wastes that lie
Cold and sunless, vast and drear,
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Where the feeble faint and die;
Grant us grace to persevere.
Holy Jesus, &c.
There are soft and flowery glades
Decked with golden-fruited trees,
Sunny slopes, and scented shades;
Keep us, Lord, from slothful ease.
Holy Jesus, &c.
Upward still to purer heights,
Onward yet to scenes more blest,
Calmer regions, clearer lights,
Till we reach the promised rest.
Holy Jesus, &C.
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Saviour, when in dust to Thee,
Low we bow the adoring knee,
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes;
O, by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thy birth and early years,
By Thy human griefs and fears,
By Thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness,
By Thy victory in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thy conflict with despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the purple robe of scorn,
By Thy wounds, Thy crown of thorn,
By Thy cross, Thy pangs, and cries,
By Thy perfect sacrifice;
Jesus, look with pitying eye;
Hear our solemn litany.
By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sealed sepulchral stone,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
By Thy power from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To Thy throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn litany.
No. 193.
PARADISE.
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Hail to the Lord's Anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free ;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
He comes with succor speedy
To those who suffer wrong,
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in His sight.
He shall descend like showers
Upon the fruitful earth;
And love and joy, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth:
Before him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
To Him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end;
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever;
That Name to us is Love.
No. 194.
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We sing a loving Jesus,
Who left His throne above,
And came on earth to ransom
The children of His love;
It is an oft-told story,
And yet we love to tell
How Christ, the King of glory,
Once deigned with man to dwell.
We sing a holy Jesus,
No taint of sin defiled
The Babe of David's city,
The pure and stainless Child;
Oh, teach us, blessed Saviour,
Thy heavenly grace to seek,
And let our whole behavior,
Like Thine, be mild and meek.
We sing a lowly Jesus,
No kingly crown He had ;
His heart was bowed with anguish,
His Face was marred and sad;
In deep humiliation
He came, His work to do,
O Lord of our salvation,
Let us be humble too.
We sing a mighty Jesus,
Whose Voice could raise the dead;
The sightless eyes He opened,
The famished souls He fed.
Thou earnest to deliver
Mankind from sin and shame;
Redeemer and life-giver,
We praise Thy holy Name.
We sing a coming Jesus,
The time is drawing near,
When Christ with all His angels
In glory shall appear:
Lord, save us, we entreat Thee,
In this Thy day of grace,
That we may gladly meet Thee,
And see Thee face to face.
No. 195.
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Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
Still all my song shall be —
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.
Though like the wanderer (the sun gone down,)
Darkness comes over me — my rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.
Then let the way appear steps unto heaven,
All that Thou sendest me in mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.
Then, with my waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise;
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.
Or if on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.
No. 196.
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Onward, children! onward! leave the paths of sin:
Hasten to the strait gate, strive to enter in :
None can knock unheeded, none can strive in vain,
For the Saviour's welcome, all that seek obtain.
Onward, children! onward! is the call to-day;
Come with ready footsteps, and that call obey.
Onward, children! onward! in the narrow way,
Christ your Lord shall lead you safely day by day,
And with such a Leader what have you to fear?
Satan may oppose you, but your King is near.
Onward, children! &c.
Onward, children! onward! seek no cross to shun;
Mind when night approaches, that your work is done,
That you may with gladness, as life closes here,
Enter death's dark valley, having naught to fear.
Onward, children ! &c.
Onward, children! onward! guardian angels sing;
Hasten to the palace of your God and King;
Clad in heavenly armor, to the end endure;
You with Christ shall triumph, victory is sure.
Onward, children ! &c.
Onward, ever onward! till you join the throng
Who in dazzling raiment sing the triumph-song;
And to heavenly music cry with one accord,
"Holy! holy! holy! is our sovereign Lord. M
Onward, children! &c.
No. 197.
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Thy glory fills the heaven,
O King of boundless might,
The blessed angels praise Thee there,
All clad in robes of light.
Thy glory fills the earth,
The sun, the stars, the sky;
All speak of the eternal King
Who lives and rules on high.
Thy glory fills the Church,
Jesus came forth from Thee
To purchase her with His own blood,
For ever Thine to be.
Yet dost Thou deign, O Lord,
Midst all the glory given,
To let our infant voices reach
Thee on Thy Throne in heaven.
No. 198.
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Come, children, lift your voices,
And sing with us to-day,
As to the Lord of harvest,
Our grateful vows we pay.
We thank Thee, Lord, for sending
The gentle showers of rain;
lor summer suns which ripened
The fields of golden grain ;
Come, children, lift your voices,
And sing with us to-day,
As to the Lord of harvest,
Our grateful vows we pay.
Come join our glad procession,
As onward still we move,
Rejoicing in the tokens
Of God our Father's love.
All good is His creation,
All beautiful and fair,
Birds, insects, beast and fishes,
Our harvest gladness share.
Come, children, &c.
May we by holy living
Thy praises echo forth,
And tell Thy boundless mercies
To all the listening earth ;
May we grow up as branches,
In Christ, the one true vine,
Bear fruit to life eternal,
And be for ever Thine!
Come, children, &c.
No. 199.
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The Church's one foundation
Is Jesus Christ her Lord;
She is His new creation
By water and the word :
From heaven He came and sought her
To be His holy bride ;
With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died.
Elect from every nation,
Yet one o'er ail the earth,
Her charter of salvation
One Lord, one faith, one birth;
One holy name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses
With every grace endued.
Though with a scornful wonder
Men see her sore opprest,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distresl ;
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Yet saints their watch are keeping.
Their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.
Mid toil and tribulation,
And tumult of her war,
She waits the consummation
Of peace for evermore;
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.
Yet she on earth hath union
With God the Three in One;
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won;
Oh, happy ones and holy!
Lord, give us grace that we,
Like thtm the meek and lowly,
On hi^h may dwell with Thee.
No. 200.
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Carol, sweetly carol,
A Saviour born to-day;
Bear the joyful tidings,
Oh, bear them far away!
Carol, sweetly carol,
Till earth's remotest bound
Shall hear the mighty chorus,
And echo back the sound.
Carol, sweetly carol,
Carol sweetly to-day;
Bear the joyful tidings,
Oh, bear them far away !
Carol, sweetly carol,
Ab when the angel throng,
O'er the vales of Judah,
Awoke the heavenly song:
Carol, sweetly carol,
Good-will, and peace, and love,
Glory in the highest
To God Who reigns above.
Carol, sweetly carol, &c.
Carol, sweetly carol,
The happy Christmas time :
Hark ! the bells are pealing
Their merry, merry chime :
Carol, sweetly carol,
Ye shining ones above,
Sing in loudest numbers,
Oh, sing redeeming love!
Carol, sweetly carol, &c.
No. 201.
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What a strange and wondrous story
From the book of God is read ; —
How the Lord of life and glory
Had not where to lay His head; —
How He left His throne in heaven,
Here to suffer, bleed, and die,
That my soul might be forgiven,
And ascend to God on high !
Father! let Thy Holy Spirit
Still reveal a Saviour's love,
And prepare me to inherit
Glory where He reigns above.
There, with saints and angels dwelling,
May I that great love proclaim,
And with them be ever telling
All the wonders of His name.
No. 202.
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Father of love, our guide and friend,
Oh, lead us gently on,
Until life's trial-time shall end,
And heavenly peace be won.
We know not what the path may be,
As yet by us untrod ;
But we can trust our all to Thee,
Our Father and our God.
If called, like Abraham's child, to climb
The hill of sacrifice;
Some angel may be there in time,
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Oh, teach us to endure
The sorrow, pain, and solitude,
That make the spirit pure.
Christ by no flowery pathway came,
And we, His followers here,
Must do Thy will, and praise Thy Name,
In hope, and love, and fear.
And till in heaven we sinless bow,
And faultless anthems raise,
O Father, Son, and Spirit, now
Accept our feeble praise.
No. 203.
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Lord, Thy children lowly bending,
Bow before Thy throne ;
Praise from youthful lips ascending
Wilt Thou deign to own?
Whilt Thou hear us while we bless Thee,
And confess Thee
God alone ?
While the heavens declare Thy glory
To the listening earth,
While the angels sing the story
Of creation's birth,
Wilt Thou hear our child-notes swelling,
Gladly telling
Jesus' worth?
Yes, Thou wilt; for Thou dost love us,
Cam'st for us to die;
Bending from Thy throne above us,
With a pitying eye,
Well we know that Thou art near us,
And wilt hear us
When we cry.
Then our humble praises bringing,
We will seek Thy face ;
Hymns writh grateful voices singing,
In this hallowed place.
We will dare to come before Thee,
And adore Thee,
Lord of grace !
No. 204.
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Hear Thy children's hymn of praise,
Lord of earth and sea,
Which our joyful voices raise,
Father, unto Thee.
Gentle Jesus, Thou didst love
Little children here;
Bid Thine angels guard us well
From all harm and fear.
Blessed Spirit, be Thou near
When temptations rise;
Keep Thy little ones from sin,
Fix their wandering eyes.
Thy dear Cross, salvation's sign,
On our brow we bear;
Christ's own infant soldier-band,
Christ's own cross should share.
When the battle's fought and won,
Weary warfare o'er,
Angels bright will bear us home
Safe to heaven's shore.
Alleluia! let us sing
To the Lather, Son,
With the Holy Spirit blest,
Ever Three in One.
No. 205.
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Crown Him with many crowns,
The Lamb upon His throne;
Hark ! how the heavenly anthem drowns
All music but its own !
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of Him Who died for thee;
And hail Him as thy matchless King
Through all eternity.
Crown Him the Virgin's Son!
The God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won
Which now His brow adorn.
Fruit of the Mystic Rose,
True Branch of Jesse's stem,
The Root whence mercy ever flows,
The Babe of Bethlehem !
Crown Him the Lord of Love!
Behold His hands and side, —
Those wounds, yet visible above,
In beauty glorified :
No angel in the sky
Can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his wondering eye
At mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of Peace !
Whose power a sceptre sways
In heaven and earth, that wars may cease,
And all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end ;
And round His pierced feet
Fair flowers of Paradise extend
Their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of Heaven!
One with the Father known, —
And the blest Spirit, through Him given
From yonder Triune throne !
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
For thou hast died for me :
Thy praise and glory shall not fail
Throughout eternity.
No. 206.
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In strains of holy mirth ;
Give thanks to Him, O children,
Who lived a child on earth.
He loved the little children,
And called them to His side,
His loving arms embraced them,
And for their sake He died.
O Jesus, we would praise Thee
With songs of holy joy;
For Thou on earth didst sojourn
A pure and spotless boy.
Make us like Thee, obedient,
Like Thee from sin- stains free,
Like Thee in God's own temple,
In lowly home like Thee.
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O Jesus, we too, praise Thee,
The lowly maiden's Son;
In Thee all gentlest graces
Are gathered into one.
Oh, give that best adornment
That Christian maid can wear,
The meek and quiet spirit
Which shone in Thee so fair!
O Lord, with voices blended
We sing our songs of praise ;
Be Thou the light and pattern
Of all our childhood's days;
And lead us ever onward,
That, while we stay below,
We may, like Thee, O Jesus,
In grace and wisdom grow.
No. 207.
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For thee, O dear, dear country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding
Thy happy Name, they weep.
The mention of Thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest.
O one, O only mansion;
0 Paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
The Lamb is all thy splendor,
The Crucified thy praise ;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise.
With jasper glow Thy bulwarks,
Thy streets with emeralds blaze;
The sard i us and the topaz
Unite in thee their rays;
Thine ageless walls are bonded
W7ith amethyst unpriced ;
The saints built up its fabric,
A'nd the corner-stone is Christ.
Thou hast no shore, fair ocean !
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
Upon the Rock of Ages
They raise Thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And Thine the golden dower.
O sweet and blessed country,
The Home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesus, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest ;
Who art, with God the Father,
And Spirit, ever blest.
No. 208.
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Thy majesty how bright,
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat,
In depths of burning light!
How dread are Thine eternal years,
0 everlasting Lord ;
By prostrate spirits day and night
Incessantly adored !
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The sight of Thee must be,
Thine endless wisdom, boundless power,
And awful purity !
O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope,
And penitential tears !
Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art,
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
No. 209.
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When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries,
May Jesus Christ be praised :
Alike at work and prayer
To Jesus I repair;
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Whene'er the sweet church bell
Peals over hill and dell,
May Jesus Christ be praised :
O hark to what it sings,
As joyously it rings,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
My tongue shall never tire
Of chanting with the choir,
May Je^us Christ be praised :
This song of sacred joy,
It never seems to cloy,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
When sleep her balm denies,
My silent spirit sighs,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
When evil thoughts molest,
With this I shield my breast,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Does sadness fill my mind?
A solace here I find,
May Jesus Christ be praised :
Or fades my earthly bliss?
My comfort still is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
The night becomes as day,
When from the heart we say,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
The powers of darkness fear.
When this sweet chant they hear,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
In heaven's eternal bliss
The loveliest strain is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Let earth, and sea, and sky
From depth to height reply,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle Divine,
May Jesus Christ be praised:
Be this the eternal song
Through ages all along,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
No. 210.
PILGRIM CHILDREN.
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Low before Thy Throne we bow,
From Thy dwelling-place in glory
Hear our supplications now,
While we offer
Earnest prayer and solemn vow.
Christ our Saviour, Thou who carcst
For the youngest of Thy fold,
Give us now Thy heavenly blessing,
As Thou didst in days of old,
Priceless treasure,
Richer far than gems or gold.
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Ever dwell our hearts within ;
Keep them pure, and brave, and earnest,
Give us grace to conquer sin,
And, through Jesus,
Heaven's eternal crown to win.
Holy Trinity, defend us
In a world with evil rife,
Let Thine angel-guards surround us,
In each sore and bitter strife,
Oh, preserve us
Unto everlasting life !
No. 211.
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Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend that never changes,
Whose love will never die:
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears.
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From sin and danger free,
There every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.
There's a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare,
For every one is happy,
Nor can be happier there.
There are crowns for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
And all who look to Jesus,
Shall wear them by-and-by,
Yea, crowns oi brightest glory,
Which He shall sure bestow
On all who love the Saviour,
And walk with Him below.
There are songs for little children.
Above the bright blue sky,
And harps of sweetest music
For their hymn of victory :
And all above is pleasure,
And found in Christ alone;
Oh come, dear little children,
That all may be your own !
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How sing aright Thy praise,
To Whom Angelic Hosts,
Their songs of triumph raise ?•
How can our feeble tongues
The Heavenly Anthem swell,
And in Thy Church on earth
Thy joys and glories tell?
Dear Lord! we know not how,
But Thou Thyself hast said
That, " out of infants' lips,"
Thy praise is perfected;
So now accept the gift
Of heart and voice we bring,
And teach us, Gracious Lord,
To love Thee while we sing!
Teach us to cast ourselves
In worship at Thy Feet,
And, for our holy work,
O Jesus! make us meet;
Daily increase us, Lord,
With faith, and hope, and lover
That we at last may join
The Angel-Choirs above!
No. 213.
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Thou, Who, throned above all glory,
Yet didst not disdain to dwell,
Infant of a Jewish mother,
As a child in Israel,
Lord and Saviour,
Give us grace to know Thee well.
Ransomed by Thy Cross and Passion,
Thine, and Thine alone are we;
From this world of sin and sorrow,
Keep, O Lord, Thy children free;
Lord and Saviour,
Give us grace to follow Thee.
Still through every earthly trial
May we hold Thy promise fast;
And when this short life is over,
And the pains of death are past,
Lord and Saviour,
Bring us to Thy home at last
No. 214.
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Who is on the Lord's side ?
Who will serve the king?
Who will be His helpers
Other lives to bring?
Who will leave the world's side?
Who will face the foe ?
Who is on the Lord's side?
Who for Him will go?
By Thy call of mercy,
By Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side,
Saviour, we are Thine !
Not for weight of glory,
Not for crown and palm,
Enter we the army,
Raise the warrior psalm.
But for love that claimeth
Lives for whom He died,
He whom Jesus nameth
Must be on the His side.
By Thy love constraining,
By Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side,
Saviour, we are Thine!
Jesus, Thou hast bought us,
Not with gold or gem,
But with Thine own life-blood,
For Thy diadem.
With Thy blessing rilling
Each who comes to Thee,
Thou hast made us willing,
Thou hast made us free.
By Thy grand redemption,
By Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side,
Saviour, we are Thine !
Fierce may be the conflict,
Strong may be the foe,
But the king's own army
None can overthrow.
Round His standard ranging
Victory is secure,
For His truth unchanging
Makes the triumph sure.
Joyfully enlisting
By Thy grace divine,
We are on the Lord's side,
Saviour, we are Thine !
Chosen to be soldiers
In an alien land,
"Chosen, called, and faithful"
For our Captain's band.
In the service royal;
Let us not grow cold,
Let us be right loyal,
Noble, true, and bold.
Master, Thou wilt keep us,
By Thy grace divine,
Always on the Lords side,
Saviour, always Thine !
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Onward ! onward ! march to glory,
Tread each footprint of the Lord,
Who hath taught in gospel story
How to gain the great reward.
Here we pass through desert dreary,
Here are realms of starless night,
Yit, though weak our limbs, and weary,
We may win the city bright.
Onward ! onward ! march to glory,
Tread each footprint of the I ord,
Who hath taught in gospel story
How to gain the great reward.
Though for sin our hearts must sorrow,
Though temptations round us throng,
Hymns of angels let us borrow,
Jesus, Saviour, be our song.
And while loud our anthems ringing,
One harmonious strain upraise,
Let our lives be like our singing,
Let no discord mar our praise.
Onward ! onward ! &c.
Let us march to take our station
With the white-robed choirs on high,
Out of every age and nation
Who to God's high throne are nigh;
We on earth like worship leading
Lives like theirs must strive to live,
And, His merits always pleading,
Unto Christ our being give.'
Onward! onward! &c.
First in earliest childhood's morning,
From our sins He sets us free,
And, with all His grace adorning,
Chooses us His own to be;
Then, when Satan's hosts would steal us
From His fold with envious might,
With His Spirit He doth seal us,
Strengthen, arm us for the fight.
Onward! onward! &c.
Onward then, nor faint, nor falter,
Onward to the rest above;
Christ His promise will not alter,
But will meet us in His love.
Now with voice and understanding,
Psalms and hymns of joy upraise,
And with choirs of angels banding,
Father, Son, and Spirit praise.
Onward! onward! &c.
No, 218.
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Before Thine awful presence, Lord,
Thy sinful servants bow;
Trembling to speak the solemn word,
To frame the sacred vow.
The sins in hours of weakness wrought,
The vain things loved before,
The wanton deed and word and thought,
Lord, we renounce once more.
Once more we vow the holy Faith
To keep unstained and true;
Once more we promise unto death
Thy holy will to do.
Again we gird us to the fight,
Again we face the foe,
Resolved, beneath Thy banner bright,
Where Thou shalt lead to go;
O Father, pardon all the past;
Give back Thy wasted grace;
And strengthen us, while life shall last,
To run the heavenward race.
Still let Thy blessed Spirit's aid
Our strength and comfort be;
Then, though we sometime be afraid,
We still will trust in Thee.
No. 219.
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O Word of God incarnate,
O wisdom from on high,
O truth unchanged, unchanging,
O Light of our dark sky!
We praise Thee for the radiance
That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps,
Shines on from age to age.
The Church from her dear Master
Received the gift divine,
And still that light she lifteth
O'er all the earth to shine.
It is the golden casket
Where gems of truth are stored,
It is the heaven-drawn picture
Of Christ the living Word.
It floateth like a banner
Before God's host unfurled,
It shineth like a beacon
Above the darkling world;
It is the chart and compass
That o'er life's surging sea,
Mid mists, and rocks, and quicksands,
Still guide, O Christ, to Thee.
O make Thy Church, dear Saviour,
A lamp of burnished gold,
To bear before the nations
Thy true light as of old ;
O teach Thy wandering pilgrims
By this their paths to trace,
Till, clouds and darkness ended,
They see Thee face to face.
No. 220.
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Come, sing with holy gladness
High Alleluias sing;
Uplift your loud Hosannas
To Jesus, Lord and King:
Sing, boys, in joyful chorus
Your hymn of praise today;
And sing, ye gentle maidens,
Your sweet responsive lay.
'Tis good for boys and maidens
Sweet hymns to Christ to sing;
'Tis meet that children's voices
Should praise the children's King;
For Jesus is salvation,
And glory, grace, and rest;
To babe, and boy, and maidon
The one Redeemer blest.
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O boys, be strong in Jesus!
To toil for Him is gain;
And Jesus wrought with Joseph
With chisel, saw, and plane.
O maidens, live for Jesus,
Who was a maiden's Son !
Be patient, pure, and gentle,
And perfect grace begun.
Soon in the golden city
The boys and girls shall play,
And through the dazzling mansions
Rejoice in endless day.
O Christ, prepare Thy children
With that triumphant throng
To pass the burnished portals,
And sing the eternal song.
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On our way rejoicing as we homeward move,
Hearken to our praises, O Thou God of love !
Is there grief or sadness? Thine it cannot be!
Is our sky beclouded? Clouds are not from Thee!
On our way rejoicing as we homeward move,
Hearken to our praises, O Thou God of love !
If with honest-hearted love for God and man,
Day by day Thou find us doing what we can,
Thou who giv'st the seed-time wilt give large increase,
Crown the head with blessings, fill the heart with peace,
On our way rejoicing, &c.
On our way rejoicing gladly let us go;
Conquered hath our Leader, vanquished is our foe!
Christ without, our safety, Christ within, our jpy;
Who, if we be faithful, can our hope destroy?
On our way rejoicing, &c.
Unto God the Father joyful songs we sing;
Unto God the Saviour thankful hearts we bring;
Unto God the Spirit bow we and adore,
On our way rejoicing now and evermore !
On our way rejoicing, &c.
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Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise;
In all His words most wonderful,
Most sure in all His ways.
O loving wisdom of our God!
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.
O wisest love ! that flesh and blood,
Which did in Adam fail,
Should strive afresh against the foe,
Should strive and should prevail;
And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God's Presence and His very Self,
And Essence all-divine.
O generous love! that He, Who smote
In Man for man the foe,
The double agony in Man
For man should undergo ;
And in the garden secretly,
And on the Cross on high,
Should teach His brethren, and inspire
To suffer and to die.
Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise;
In all His words most wonderful,
Most sure in all His ways.
No. 223,
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Above the clear blue sky,
In heaven's bright abode,
The Angel host on high
Sing praises to their God,
Alleluia ! they love to sing
To God their King, Alleluia !
But God from infant tongues,
On earth receiveth praise,
We then our cheerful songs
In sweet accord will raise,
Alleluia! we too will sing
To God our King, Alleluia!
O blessed Lord, Thy truth
To us Thy babes impart,
And teach us in our youth
To know Thee as Thou art,
Alleluia! then shall we sing
To God our King, Alleluia !
Oh, may Thy holy Word
Spread all the world around,
And all with one accord
Uplift the joyful sound,
Alleluia! all then shall sing
To God their King, Alleluia!
ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL,
8.8.8.8.8.8.
Lord, shall Thy children come to Thee?
A boon of love divine we seek ;
Brought to Thine arms in infancy,
Ere heart could feel, or tongue could speak,
Thy children pray for grace, that they
May come themselves to Thee to-day.
Lord, shall we come? and come again,
Oft as we see Thy table spread,
And tokens of Thy dying pain,
The wine poured out, the broken bread?
Bless, bless, O Lord, Thy children's prayer,
That they may come and find Thee there.
Lord, shall we come? not thus alone,
At holy time, or solemn rite,
But every hour till life be flown,
Through weal or woe, in gloom or light,
Come to Thy throne of grace, that we
In faith, hope, love, confirmed may be.
Lord, shall we come? come yet again?
Thy children ask one blesssng more :
To come, not now alone; — but then
When life, and death, and time are o'er,
Then, then to come, O Lord, and be
Confirmed in heaven, confirmed by Thee.
No. 225.
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Forward! be our watchword,
Steps and voices joined;
Seek the things before us,
Not a look behind;
Burns the fiery pillar
At our army's head ;
Who shall dream of .shrinking,
By our Captain led ?
Forward through the desert,
Through the toil and fight ;
Jordan flows before us,
Sion beams with light.
Forward, when in. childhood
Buds the infant mind;
All through youth and manhood,
Not a thought behind ;
Speed through realms of nature,
Climb the steps of grace;
Faint not, till in glory
Gleams our Father's face.
Forward all the life-time,
Climb from height to height;
Till the head be hoary,
Till the eve be light.
Forward, flock of Jesus,
Salt of all the earth,
Till each yearning purpose
Spring to glorious birth ;
Sick, they ask for healing,
Blind, they grope for day ;
Pour upon the nations
Wisdom's loving ray,
Forward, out of error,
Leave behind the night;
Forward through the darkness.
Forward into light.
Glories upon glories
Hath our God prepared,
By the souls that love Him
One day to be shared ;
Eye hath not beheld them,
Ear hath never heard ;
Nor of these hath uttered
Thought or speech a word;
Forward, marching eastward
Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,
Till our faith be sight.
Far o'er yon horizon
Rise the city towers,
Where our God abideth;
That fair home is ours :
Flash the streets with jasper,
Shine the streets with gold;
Flows the gladdening river
Shedding joys untold.
Thither, onward thither,
In the Spirit's might;
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into light.
MERCY
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Jesus, high in glory,
Tend a listening ear;
When we bow before Thee,
Children's praises hear.
Though Thou art so holy,
Heaven's Almighty King,
Thou wilt stoop to listen,
When Thy praise we sing.
We are little children,
Weak and apt to stray ;
Saviour, guide and keep us
In the heavenly way.
Save us, Lord, from sinning;
Watch us day by day;
Help us now to love Thee;
Take our sins away :
Then, when Thou dost call us
To our heavenly home,
We shall gladly answer,
Saviour, Lord, we come.
No. 227.
BERECHURCH.
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Saviour, for Thy love we praise Thee,
Love that brought Thee down to earth;
Like the angels we would praise Thee,
Singing welcome at Thy birth;
Let Thy star, through all our gloom,
Guide us to Thy manger home.
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Saviour, for Thy life we praise Thee,
Life that brings us from the dead;
Like the children we would praise Thee,
Lay Thine hands upon our head.
Call us, as Thou didst of old,
Little lambs into Thy fold.
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Saviour, for Thy death we praise Thee,
Death that is our hope of life;
Like the ransomed we would praise Thee,
Who have passed beyond the strife.
Wash us in Thy cleansing blood,
Make us kings and priests to God.
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Saviour, for Thy love we praise Thee,
Love that lifts us up to Thee ;
With the angels let us praise Thee,
Joining in their minstrelsy;
All our love for ever telling,
And the mighty chorus swelling.
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
HYMN
Abide with me, fast falls 24
Above the clear blue sky 223
Again the morn of 35
Alleluia ! Alleluia! hearts to 98
Alleluia ! fairest morning 30
All h iil the power of 148
All people that on earth 145
Almighty God, who gavest 123
Almighty God whose only 139
And didst Thou hunger 86
And now this holy day 46
Angels from the realms 55
Angel voices ever 188
Around the throne of God 173
Art thou weary, art thou 158
A time to watch 90
At the name of Jesus 177
Awake my soul 2
Before Thine awful 2 t 8
Beyond the holy city 89
Blessed art thou who 132
Biessed night when 67
Bread of heaven, on thee 129
Bread of the world 130
Brightest and best 77
Brightly gleams our 159
By cool Siloam's 147
Calm on the listening 53
Carol, sweetly carol 200
Children of the heavenly 144
Christ the Lord is risen 100
Christ who once amongst 171
Come and let us hail ^j
Come children lift your 198
Come Christian children 187
Come Christian youths 190
Come gracious Spirit 108
Come my soul thou 3
Come praise your Lord 206
Come sing with holy 220
Come our Father's voice 161
Come ye children, sweetly 149
Come ye faithful, raise 97
Costly gifts and offerings 76
Crown him with many 205
HYMN
Daily, daily, sing the 170
Day by day we magnify 166
Easter flowers are blooming 99
Ere another Sunday 47
Evensong is hushed 165
Father, holy Feather 12
Father let me dedicate 75
Father ! name of love 126
Father of love our Guide 202
Father while the shaaows 25
For all the saints who 121
For thee O dear, dear 207
Forth to the fight 214
Forty days and forty 82
Forward be our 225
Framer of the light 7
From Greenland's icy 136
From the eastern 78
Glory be to Jesus 91
Glory to the Father Ill
Glory to Thee my God 14
God Almighty in Thy 210
God bless our native 140
God of mercy 13
God the Father, full 113
God Who madest earth 22
Golden harps are 102
Great Creator, Lord 114
Hail Thou long expected 70
Hail to the Lord's 193
Hark ! hark ! my soul 167
Hark ! the glad sound 52
Hark! the herald angels 58
Hark! the sound of holy 117
Hark! the swelling 137
Hark! what music 57
He led them unto 103
Hear our prayer O heavenly 21
Hear Thy children, gentle 20
Hear Thy children's hymn 204
Heavenly Father, send 42
Holy Ghost come down 107
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God 112
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
HYMN
Holy Spirit Lord of glory 128
Holy Spirit Lord of love 127
Hosanna ! loud hosanna 87
Hosanna they were crying 51
Hosanna to the living 185
How bright those glorious 116
How can we serve Thee 0 212
I think when I read that 174
In our work and in 154
In the paradise of Jesus 172
It came upon the midnight 66
It is finished ! blessed 94
Jerusalem my happy 169
Jerusalem the golden 184
Jesus Christ is risen to-day 101
Jesus, gentlest Saviour 157
Jesus, high in glory 226
Jesus, holy, undenled 4
Jesus is our shepherd ... 189
Jesus meek and gentle 215
Jesus shall reign 135
Jesus, tender shepherd 48
Jesus, we love to meet 38
Joy fills our inmost 68
King of Glory, Saviour 119
Let no hopeless tears 134
Let us sing, the angels 163
Little children, Advent 54
Lo ! he comes with clouds 50
Lo ! the pilgrim magi 79
Lord, be thy word 125
Lord Jesus Christ 1 24
Lord shall Thy children 224
Lord, Thy children guide 191
Lord, Thy children lowly 203
Lord, Thy mercy now 81
Lord, to Thee glad 74
Lord, who hast made me 85
Lord, who throughout 83
Maker of all things 176
My Father, hear my 16
My God, and is Thy 131
My God how wonderful 208
My God, my Father, «.hile 162
Nearer my God to Thee 195
'Neath the stars that 65
New every morning is the I
No room within the 59
HYMN
Now that the daylight 6
Now the day is over 28
Now the solemn shadows 29
Now while the morning 9
O come all ye faithful 56
O come, O come, Emanuel 49
O day of rest and 33
O happy Christian children 146
O holy Sabbath day 39
O Jesus thou art standing 152
O Lord, the holy 186
O Love who formedst 143
O Paradise, O Paradise 155
O Thou who by a star 80
O Word of God incarnate 219
O worship the king 156
Oft in danger oft in woe 142
Oh, help me Lord, this day 1 1
Oh, what the joy 168
On our way rejoicing 221
On this day, the 32
On wings of living 96
Once in royal David's 63
Onward, children, onward 196
Onward Christian soldiers 175
Onward, onward, march 217
Open fly the gates of 60
Open stood the gates of 104
Our day of praise 19
Our solemn Lent 84
Pleasant are Thy courts 40
Praise to the holiest 222
Rejoice ye pure in heart 151
Reverently we worship no
Ring, ring the bells 71
Saviour again to Thy 44
Saviour, blessed Saviour 160
Saviour for Thy love 227
Saviour, now the day 43
Saviour, when in dust 192
Saviour, who Thy flock 122
Shepherd good and gracious 182
Sing, O sing, this 61
Soldiers true and 164
Songs of praise the angels 180
Standing at the portal 73
Star of morn and even 178
Sun of my soul, Thou 18
Sweet Saviour bless us 15
Sweetly dawns the Sabbath 36
INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
J| HYMN
Tender Shepherd, niou hast 133
The Church's one foundation 199
The day is past and over 17
The day O Lord is spent 23
The golden gates are 105
The hours of day are over 26
The joyful morn is breaking 62
The King of love my 141
The Lord be with us as 45
The morning bright 8
The morning, the bright and 10
The saints of God, their 1 20
The Son of God goes forth 115
The star of morn has 5
Their names are names 118
There is a blessed home 150
There is a green hill 93
There's a friend for little 211
Thine for ever God of love 153
This day at Thy creating 31
This is the day of light 34
HYMN
Thy glory fills the 197
Those eternal bowers 181
Thou who throned above 213
Through the day Thy 27
Through the night of 183
To Thee O Comforter 109
Uplift the banner 138
Waken Christian children 69
We are soldiers of Christ 179
We come Lord to Thy feet 41
We sing a loving Jesus 194
Weeping as they go their way 92
Welcome happy morning 95
What a strange and 201
When God of old came down 106
When, His salvation bringing 88
When morning gilds the sky 209
While shepherds watched 72
While the shepherds kept 64
Who is on the Lord's side 216
INDEX
Showing the Hymns suitable for the various Seasons. The figures in the first column
give the number of the Hymn in this Book ; those in the second column the number
of the Hymn in the Hymnal of the Protestant Episcopal Church.
MORNING.
Awake my soul and 2 332
Come my soul thou 3 330
Father, holy Father 12
Framer of the light 7
God of mercy and of 13
Jesus holy undefiled 4
New every morning is the. ... I 329
Now that the daylight 6
Now while the morning 9
Oh ! help me Lord this day . . 1 1
Star of morn and even 178
The morning bright 8
The morning, the bright and. . 10
The star of morn lias 5
EVENING.
Abide with me, fast falls 24 335
Evensong is hushed in 165
Father, while the shadows. ... 25
Glory to Thee, my God 14 ^^^
God who madest earth and. . . 22 344
Hear our prayer, O heavenly. . 21
Hear Thy children, gentle .... 20
Jesus, tender shepherd, hear . . 48
My Father, hear my prayer.. . 16
Now the day is over 28
Now the solemn shadows .... 29
Saviour, again to Thy 44 169
Star of morn and even 178
Sun of my soul, Thou 18 336
Sweet Saviour, bless us ere.. . 15 338
The day is past and 17 341
The day, O Lord, is spent. ... 23
The hours of day are 26
Through the day Thy 27 342
THE LORD'S DAY AND ITS SERVICES.
Abide with me, fast falls 24 335
Again the morn of 35
Alleluia ! fairest morning .... so
INDEX OF SEASONS.
All people that on earth 145 405
And now this holy day 46
Angel voices ever singing. ... 188
Children of the heavenly 144 449
Come and let us hail 37
Come Christian children 157
Come my soul thou must .... 3 330
Come praise your Lord 206
Ere another Sunday close. ... 47
Evensong is hushed in 165
Father, holy Father 12
God Almighty, in thy 210
God who madest earth 22 344
Hear thy children's hymn. . . . 204
Heavenly Father, send thy. ... 42
Hosanna to the living 185 4
Jesus we love to meet 38
Lord, Thy children guide. . . . 191
Lord, Thy children lowly. . . . 203
O day of rest and gladness.. .. 33 160
O holy Sabbath day 39
O Word of God incarnate .... 219 362
On this day, the first 32
Our day of praise is 19 346
Pleasant are Thy courts 40 200
Saviour, again to Thy 44 169
S.iviour, blessed Saviour 160
Saviour, now the day is 43
Saviour, when in dust 192 53
Sun of my soul, Thou 18 336
Sweet Saviour bless us ere. ... 15 ^^8
Sweetly dawns the Sabbath. . . 36
The Lord be with us as 45
This day at Thy creating 31
This is the. day of 34 159
We come Lord to Thy 41
When morning gilds the 209
ADVENT.
Hail Thou long expected 70 16
Hail to the Lord's 193 34
Hark, the glad sound 52 15
Hosanna they were crying. ... 51
Hosanna to the living 185 4
Little children Advent 54
Lo, He comes with clouds. ... 50 1
O come, O come, Emmanuel.. 49 13
O Jesus, Thou art standing. ..152 10
CHRISTMAS.
Angels from the realms 55 24
Blessed night when 67
Calm on the listening 53 26
Carol, sweetly carol 200
Costly gifts and offerings 76
Hail, Thou long expected. ... 70 16
Hark, the herald angels 58 17
Hark, what music fills 57
It came upon the midnight. ... 66 22
Joy fills our inmost heart 68
'Neath the stars 65
No room within the 59
O come all ye faithful 56 19
Once in royal David's 63 233
Open fly the gates of 60
Ring, ring the bells 71
Sing, O sing, this blessed 61
The joyful morn is 62
Waken Christian children .... 69
While shepherds watched. ... 72 18
While the shepherds kept. ... 64
HOLY INNOCENTS.
Lord to Thee glad songs.... 74
O Lord the holy innocents... . 186 178
NEW YEAR.
Father let me dedicate 75
Standing at the portal 73
THE EPIPHANY.
Brightest and best 77 37
From the eastern 78
Lo, the pilgrim Magi 79
0 Thou who by a star 80
Waken Christian children .... 69
LENT.
And didst Thou hunger 86
Before Thine awful presence, 218
Forty days and forty 82 49
Jesus high in glory 226
Lord Thy mercy now 81
Lord who hast made me .... 85
Lord, who throughout 83
Our solemn Lent 84
Saviour when in dust 192 53
PALM SUNDAY.
Hosanna, loud Hosanna.... 87
Hosanna to the living 185 4
1 think when I read 174 226
When his salvation 88 219
HOLY WEEK.
A time to watch 90
Beyond the holy city 89
Glory be to Jesus 91 74
It is finished blessed 94
INDEX OF SEASONS.
Saviour when in dust 192
There is a green hill 93
Weeping as they go 92
EASTER.
Alleluia, Alleluia, hearts to. . 98
All hail the power of 148
Christ the Lord is risen again . . 100
Come and let us hail the 37
Come ye faithful, raise 77
Easter flowers 99
Jesus Christ is risen to-day. ... 101
On wings of living 96
Sweetly dawns the Sabbath. . 36
Welcome happy morning.... 95
When morning gilds the skies 209
ASCENSION.
Golden harps are 102
He led them unto 103
Open stood the gates 104
The golden gates are 105
WHITSUNDAY.
Come gracious spirit 108
Holy Ghost come down 107
To Thee, O Comforter 109
W7hen God of old came 106
TRINITY.
Glory to the Father give 1 1 1
God the Father full of 113
Great Creator, Lord of 114
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God. . 112
Reverently we worship no
saints' days.
For all #the saints who 117
Hark, the sound of holy no
How bright those glorious .... 1 1 6
King of Glory, Saviour 119
O Lord, the holy innocents. ... 186
The saints of God 1 20
The Son of God goes forth . . 115
Their names are names 118
BAPTISM.
Almighty God who gavest. ... 123
Lord Jesus Christ 124
Saviour, who Thy flock 122
CONFIRMATION.
Almighty God who gavest. ... 123
Before Thine awful presence. . 218
53
231
424
106
99
131
136
220
138
187
189
177
178
176
2I3
Come gracious Spirit 108 1 13
Father name of love 126
Holy Ghost come down 107
Holy Spirit, Lord of glory... 128
Holy Spirit, Lord of love. ... 127
Hosanna to the living 185 4
Lord be Thy word 125
Lord shall Thy children come. 224 241
O Love who formed >t 143
Thine forever, G^d of 153 238
We are soldiers of Christ .... 179
HOLY COMMUNION.
Bread of heaven 1 29 209
Bread of the world 1 30 207
My God, and is Thy 131 205
Thine for ever, God of. 153 238
BURIAL.
Blessed art thou who 132
Let no hopeless tears 134
Tender Shepherd Thou hast. . 133 263
MISSIONS.
Almighty God, whose only. . . 139
From Greenland's icy 136 283
Hail to the Lord's 193 34
Hark the swelling 137
Jesus shall reign 135 284
0 Word of God incarnate. ... 219 362
Uplift the banner 138
NATIONAL.
God bless our native land. ... 140 309
FESTIVAL OR PROCESSIONAL.
At the name of Jesus 177
Brightly gleams our 159
Christ who once amongst 171
Come children lift your 198
Come Christian children 187
Come Christian youths 190
Come praise your Lord 206
Come sing with holy 220
Come ye children 140
Daily, daily sing the 1 70
Evensong is hushed 165
Forth to the fight 214
Forward be our 225
1 lark, hark my soul 167 485
Jerusalem my happy 169 496
Jerusalem the golden 1S4 493
Let us sing, the angels 163
INDEX OF SEASONS.
O Paradise! O Paradise 155 509
0 worship the king 156 519
On our way rejoicing 221
Onward, children, onward .... 196
Onward, Christian soldiers. ... 175 232
Onward, onward, march to. . . 217
Rejoice ye pure in heart 151
Saviour, again to Thy 44 169
Saviour, blessed Saviour 160
Shepherd, good and gracious .. 182
Soldiers true and faithful 164
Songs of praise the angels ... 180 422
We are soldiers of. 179
Who is on the Lord's side. ... 216
GENERAL.
- All hail the power of 148 424
All people that on earth 145 405
Angel voices ever singing. ... 188
Around the throne of God. ... 173
Art thou weary, art thou 158 514
At the name of Jesus 177
Brightly gleams our banner.. . 159
By cool Siloam's shady 147 224
Children of the heavenly 144 449
Christ who once amongst 171
Come children lift your 198
Come Christian children 187
Come Christian youths 190
Come our Father's voice 161
Come praise your Lord 206
Come sing with holy 220
Come ye* children sweetly. ... 149
Crown Him with many 205 116
Daily, daily, sing the . 170
Day by day we magnify 166
Father of love, our guide .... 202
For Thee, O dear, dear 207 492
Forth to the fight, ye 214
Forward be our 225
Glory to the Father give m 220
God Almighty, in Thy 210
God the Father, full of 113
Golden harps are 102
Great Creator, Lord of. 114
Hail to the Lord's 193 34
Hark, hark my soul 167 485
Hark, the swelling 137
Hear Thy children's hymn . . . 204
How can we serve Thee 212
1 think when I read that 174 226
In our work and in 154
In the paradise of Jesus 172
Jerusalem my happy home .... 1 69
Jerusalem the golden 184
Jesus gentlest Saviour 157
Jesus high in glory 226
Jesus is our Shepherd 189
Jesus meek and gentle 215
King of glory, Saviour 119
Let us sing, the angels 163
Lord be Thy word 125
Lord Jesus Christ 1 24
Lord Thy children guide 191
Lord Thy children lowly 203
Maker of all things 176
My God how wonderful 208
My God, my Father, while. .. . 162
Nearer my God to Thee 195
O happy Christian children. . . 146
O Jesus Thou art standing. ... 152
O Love who formed st 143
O Paradise, O Paradise. . . . , . 1 55
O Word of God incarnate. . . . 219
O worship the King 156
Oft in danger, oft in woe 142
O what the joy, and the 168
On our way rejoicing 221
Onward, children, onward. .. . 196
Onward Christian soldiers .... 175
Onward, onward, march 217
Pleasant are Thy courts 40
Praise to the holiest 222
Rejoice ye pure in heart 1 51
Reverently we worship no
Saviour, blessed Saviour.... 160
Saviour for Thy love 227
Shepherd good and gracious. . 182
Soldiers true and 164
Songs of praise the angels. ... 180
The Church's one foundation, 199
The golden gates are 105
The King of Love my 141
There is a blessed home 150
There's a friend for little 211
Thine for ever God of Love. . 153
Thy glory fills the 197
Those eternal bowers 181
Thou Who throned above .... 213
Through the night of 183
Waken Christian children. ... 69
We are soldiers of Christ. ... 179
We sing a loving Jesus 194
What a strange and 201
When morning gilds the.... 209
Who is on the Lord's side. ... 216
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