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Moravian 
fellowship  Songs 


American  Moravian  Youth  Fellowship 


A  Publication  of 

The  Interprovincial   Board  of  Christian     Education 

Moravian  Church  in  America 


500  S.  Church  St. 
Winston-Salem,  N.  C. 


79  W.  Church  St. 
Bethlehem,  Pa. 


Awake,  Awake  to  Love  and  Work 


Sheltered      DAle 
&.  A.  Studdcrt-K«.nnedy 


German  Melody 


A -wake,  a- wake  to  love  and  work,,  The  lark  is 
Come,  let  thy  voice  be  one  with  theirs,Sbout  with  their 
To    give  andgive,  andgive  a-galn,  WhatGodhath 


in    the  sky.       The  fields  arc  wet  with  dia-martd 
shout  of  praise;  See  how  the  gi  -  ant  sun  soars 
giv  -  en  thee;     lb  spend  thy -self  nor  count  the 


dew,The  worlds  a-wake  to  cry  Their  bless-lnas  on  the 
up,  ©neat  lord  of  years  and  days!  So  let  the  love  of 
cost,To  serve  right  glo  -rious-ly  The  God  who  gave  all 


Lord  of  Life,    As  He  goes  meek-ly  by. 
«Je  -  sus  come    And  set  thy  soul  a- blaze, 
worlds  there  arc,  And  all  that  am  to  be.     A- 


men. 


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For  the  won-dcr  of  each  hour,  Of  the  day  and 
For  the  joy  of  hu-  man  Love,  Broth-cr;sis-ter; 
For  Thy  Church  that  ev-  er-more    L  if t  -  eth  ho  -  ly 


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of  the  skies;  For  the  love  which  from  our  birth 

of  the  night,  Hill  and  vale  andtrcc  and  flower, 

par-cnt,  child;  Friends  on  earth,  and  friends,  a-bove; 

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O  -  ver  and  a-round  us  lies,  Lord  of  all,  to  Thee  we  raise 
5un  and  moon  and  stars  of  light; 
For  all  gen -tic  thoughts  and  mild, 
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Words    copyright      Paprintcd    by  permission  of  the 
Oxford  University  Press,  London 


Munster,  1667 


Fairest  Lord  Jesus 

Crusaders'  Hymn 


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Fair  -est  lord  Je  -  sus,  Rul  -  cr  of  alt  na  -  ture, 
Fair  are  the  meadows,  Falr-er  still  the  wood- lands, 
Fair    is  the  sun-  sh  Lne,  Fair-  cr  stilt  the  moon  -tight, 


O  Thou  of  God  and    man   the    Son, . 
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And  all  the  twlnk-llng    star  -  ry    host; 


Thee  will  1  cher  -  tsh,  Thee  wilt  1  hon-or,Thee, 
Je  -sus  is  fair-  er,  Je  -  sus  Is  pur -er,  Who 
Je-sus  shines  brighter,  Je-  sus  shines  pur- er  Than 


my     souls  Glo  -  ry,  Joy,  and  Crown. 

makes  the  woe- ful  heart    to     sing. 

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Now  Let  Every  Tongue  Adore  Thee 

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Christ,  We  Do  All  Adore  Thee 


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Christ,  we  do  all     a  -  dore     Thee,    and  we  do 


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all    a -dore  Thee.,  and  we  do  pratseThee  for-ev  -  er 


English    adaptation  by  Dr.Ttiaodor*  Bakar 
Copyright  1899  by  G.  SchLrmer,  Inc. 


O  Worship  the  King 

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O   wor-ship  the  King,  all-glo-rious  a-bov£, 
O  tell  of  His  might,   O  sing  of  Hie  grace, 
Thy  boun-ti-ful  care  what  tongue  can  re -citq? 


O  grate  -  fuL  -  Ly  sing  H  is  power  and  H is  love; 
Whose  robe  is  the  light,  Whose  can  -  o  -  py  space. 
It  breathes  in  the  air,     it    shines  in  the  light, 

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His  char-  iots  of  wrath  the  deep  thun-der-cbuds  form, 
It  streams  from  the  hills,  it  de-scends  to  the  plain, 


Pa  -  vil-ioned  in  spien-dorandgird-ed with  praise. 
And  dark  is  His  path  on  the  wings  of  the  storm. 
And  sweet- ly  dis- tills  in  the  dew  and  the  rain. 


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Praise  to  the  Lord!  0  Let  alt  that  is  in  me  a-doreHim! 


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O  my  soul,praise  Him,for  He  is  thy  health  and  sal- va  - 
Sure-ly  His  good- ness  and  men-cy  here  dal-ly  at-tend 
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gain:  (3 lad-  ly  for  aye  we  a-  dore.      Him.  A-men. 


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This  Is  My  Father's  World 

Terra  Beata 

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This  is  my  Farthers  world,    lAtidto  my  list-ening 
"mis  is  my  Fa-thers  world,   "The  birds  their  car-ols 


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raise,    The  morn-ing  light,  the     lil  -  y    white, De- 
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rest  me    in   the  thought  Of  rocks  and  trees,  of  I 
shines  in  all  that's  fair;    In  the  rust -ling  grass  I 
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hear  Him  pass,  He  speaks  to  me   ev-ery-wherc. 
heav-ens  ring:  God  reigns:  letthe  earth  be  glad!  A-men. 


Words    by   permission   Charles   Scribner's    Sons 


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All  Creatures  of  Our  God  and  King 


LASST  UNS  ERFREUEN 


St.  Francis  of  Assisi 


17th  Century  German  Melody 


All  crea-tures  of  our  God  and  King,  Lift  up  your 
Thou  rush-ing  wind  that  art  so  strong,\e  clouds  that 
Thou  flow-Lnq  wa  -  ten  pure  and  clear.  Make  mu-sic 

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voice  and  with  us  sing     Al-le-lu  -  ia,  Al-le-lu  -  ia! 

sail  in  heav'n  a -long,  O praise  Him,  Al-le-lu  -la! 

for  thy  Lord  to  hear,  Al-le  -lu  -  ia,  Al-le-lu  -  ia! 


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Thou  burn-ing  sun  with  gol-den  beam,  Thou  sil  -  ver 
Thou  rls-ing  morn,  in  praise  rejoice,  Yz  lights  of 
Thou  fira  so  mas -ter- fit  I  and  bright  That  giv-eth 


moon  with  sof-ter  gleam,   O  praise  H im,  O  praise  Him! 

eve-ning,flnd  a  voice.    O  praise  Him,  O  praise  Him ! 

man  both  warmth  and  liqht.  O  praise  Him,  O  praise  Him! 


Al-le-lu-ia,  Al-le -lu-ia,   Al-le-lu    -   ia! 


Trans,   by   W.   H.    Draper;   permission   J.  Curwen    &   Sons,    Lid. 
Arrangement   permission   the  Oxford    University   Press. 


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Jesus   Calls   Us 

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Jesus  calls  us  from  the  worship 
Of   the    vain    world's    golden    store; 
From   each   idol   that  would    keep   us, 
Saying:    "Christian,    love    me    morel" 


In   our  joys  and   in   our  sorrows, 
Days    of   toil    and    hours   of   ease, 
Still   He  calls,   in  cares  and   pleasures, 
"Christian  love  me  more  than  these." 


Jesus    calls    us:    by   Thy    mercies, 
Savior    may    we    hear   Thy    call, 
Give   our   hearts   to   Thine   obedience 
Serve   and    love   Thee    best   of  all. 


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Take  Thou  Our  Minds 


Willtaw   Hiram  Foulkcs,  I9ib 


Calvin  W.  laufer,  I9i5 


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TakeThou  our  minds,  dearLord,  we  hum-bly  pray; 
Take  Thou  our  hearts,  O  Christ,  they  areTbine  own; 
Take  Thou  our  wills,  Most  H  lah!  HoldThou  Hill  sway; 
Take  Thou  our- selves,  O  Lord,  heari,mind,and  will; 


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Give  us  the  mind  of  Christ  each  passbn a  day; 
ComeThouwtth-in  our  souls  and  claimThy  throne; 
Have  In  our  In-most  souls  Thy  per-fect  way; 
Through  our  sur-rendered  souls  Thy  plans  ful-flll.- 


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Teach  us  to  know  the  truth  that  sets  us  free; 
Help  us  to  shed,  a-broadThy  death-less  love; 
GuardThou  each  sa-cred  hour  from  self-lsh  ease; 
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Grant  us  in  all  our  thoughts  to  hon-orThce. 
Use     us  to  make  the  earth  like  hcavn  a-bove. 
GuideThou  our  or-dered  lives  as  Thou  dost  please. 
We  hear,  and  hence-forth  heed  Thy  sov-reian  call.  A-men. 


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Take  My  Life 

Take   my   life   and   let   it   be 

Consecrated,    Lord,    to   Thee. 
Take  my  moments  and  my  days; 

Let    them    flow    in    ceaseless    praise. 
Take  my  hands  and  let  them  move 

At   the    impulse   of  Thy   love. 
Take   my  feet  and   let  them   be 

Swift  and   beautiful  for  Thee. 


Take   my  voice   and   let   me   sing, 

Always,    only,    for    my    King. 
Take    my   lips  and    let  them    be 

Filled  with  messages  from  Thee. 
Take   my  silver  and   my  gold; 

Not  a   mite  would   I  withhold. 
Take    my    intellect,    and    use 

Ev'ry  power  as  Thou  shalt  choose. 

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Take   my  will   and   make   it  Thine; 

It  shall  be  no  longer  mine. 
Take    my   heart,    it   is   Thine   own; 

It  shall   be  Thy  royal  throne. 
Take   my   love,    my   Lord    I    pour 

At  Thy  feet  its  treasure-store. 
Take  myself,  and   I  will  be 

Ever,   only  all  for  Thee. 

Frances    R.    Havergal 

Glory,  Laud  and  Honor 

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O  Master,  Let  Me  Walk 


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Washington    Gladden 


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O  Mas-ter,  let  me  walk  wlthThee  In  low-ly  paths  of 


scr  -vice  free^  "Tell  me  Thy  se-cret,  help    me 


bear  The  strain  of  toll,  the  fret  of  care.  A-men. 


Help  me  the  slow  of  heart  to  move 
By  some  clear,  winning  word  of  love; 
Teach  me  the  wayward  feet  to  stay, 
And  guide  them  in  the  homeward  way. 


Teach  me  Thy  patience;  still  with  Thee, 
In   closer,   dearer  company, 
In   work   that   keeps  faith   sweet   and   strong, 
In  trust  that  triumphs  over  wrong. 


In   hope   that  sends  a   shining   ray 
Far  down  the  future's  broadening  way; 
In  peace  that  only  Thou  canst  give, 
With  Thee,  O  Master,  let  me  livel 


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O  Jesus  J  Have  Promised 

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O   let  me   hear  Thee  speaking,    In  accents  clear  and  still. 
Above  the  storms  of  passion,  the  murmurs  of  self  will; 
O  speak  to  reassure  me,  to  hasten,  or  control; 
O   speak,   and   make   me   listen,  Thou   guardian  of   my   soul. 


O  Jesus  Thou   hast  promised  To  all   who  follow  Thee, 
That   where   Thou    are   in   glory    There    shall    Thy   servant    be; 
And,  Jesus  I    have   promised,  To  serve  Thee  to  the  end; 
O  give  me  grace  to  follow,  My  Master  and  my  Friend. 


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Make  Me  a  Captive 


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George  W.  Martin 
Arr.  by  AriW  S.  Sullivan 


Makemc  cl  cap-tlve,  lord,  And  then  I  shall  be 
My  heart  Is  weak  and  poor  Un  -til  Lb  mas-ter 
My  power  Is  feint  and  low  Till !  have  learned  to 
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I    shall  conqueror  be.      I  sink  In  llfes  a-Larms 
var-les  with  the  wind.    It  can-not  free- Ly  move, 
wants  the  breeze  to  nerve.  It  can-not  driw  the  world 


When  by  my- self  I  stand;     Im-prls-onme  with* 
Till  Thou  nast  wrought  its  chain;  En-slave  It  with  Thy 
Un-tll  it-setf   be  driven;   Its  flag  can  on-l\ 


In  Thine  arms,  And  strona  shall  be  my  hand: 
maich-tess  love,  And  death-less  It  shall  reian 
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We  May  Not  Climb 


Serenity 
John  &  Whttticr  William  V.  Wallace 


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Low  -  est  deeps,   For  Him  no  depths  con  dvovm. 


But  warm,  sweet,  tender,  even  yet 
A  present  help  is  He; 
And  faith  has  still  its  Olivet, 
And  love  its  Galilee. 

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The  healing  of  the  seamless  dress 

Is  by  our  beds  of  pain; 

We  touch  Him  in  life's  throng  and  press, 

And  we  are  whole  again. 


O  Lord  and  Master  of  us  all, 
Whate'er  our  name  or  sign, 
We  own  Thy  sway,  we  hear  Thy  call, 
We  test  our  lives  by  Thine! 


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Do     but    themselves    confound — His    strength    the    more     is. 
No  foes  shall   stay  his   might;  Tho   he  with   giants  fight, 
He  will   make  good   his  right  to   be  a   pilgrim. 


Since,   Lord,  Thou  dost  defend   Us  with  Thy  Spirit, 
We  know  we  at  the  end  Shall   life   inherit. 
Then  fancies,  flee  away!   I'll  fear  not  what  men  say, 
I'll  labor  night  and  day  To  be  a  pilgrim. 


19 


Christ  of  the  Upward  Way 


Christ  of  the  Up-wardWay,  My  Guide  dl-vtne, 
Give  me  the  heart  to  hear  Thy  voice  and  wilt, 
Give  me  the  good  stoat  arm  To  shield  the  right, 
Christ  of  the  Up -ward  Way,  My  Guide  dl-  vine, 


Where  Thou  hast  setThy  feet  May    I   place  mine) 
That  with -out  fault  or  fear    I     may  ful  -fill 
And  wield  Thy  sword  of  truth  With  all  my  might, 
Where  Thou  hast  setThy  feet  May   1  place  mine; 


And  move  and  march  wher-ev-erThou  hast 
Thy    pur-pose  with  a  glad  and  ho   -    ly 
That,     in   the  war -fare  I  must  wage  for 
And  when  Thy  last  call  comes  se-rene  and 


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Keep  -ing  face,  for-ward  up  the  hill  of  God. 
Like  one  who  would  not  bring  less  than  his  best. 
More  than  a  vie  -  tor    I     may  ev  -  er  be. 
Calm  may  my  an-swer  be^Lond,  \    am  here?  A-mea 

-J-  J, 


Used   by   pcrmi.s«ton 


20 


O  Young  and  Fearless  Prophet 


S.  "Ralph  Harlow 


John   B.  Dykes 


O  young  and  fear-less  TVoph-et  of  an-cient  6al-L-lee: 
We  mar-vel  at  the  pur  -pose  that  heldThee  toThy  course, 

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Thy  Life  is  stilt  a  sum  -mons  to  serve  hu-man-i-ty,  To 

While  ey-er  or\  the  hill  -  top  be-foreThee  loomdtkcross/Thy 

'    P    ga>iR 


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stead  -  fast  -face  set  for- ward  where  love  anddu-ty  shone, While 


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stand  with  hurn-blecour-aae  for  Truth  with  hearts  un-cowed* 
we  be  -  tray  ( so  quick  -  ty  and  leave  Thee  there  a  -  lone. 


O  help  us  stand  unswerving  against  war's  bloody  way, 
Where   hate  and   lust  and   falsehood    hold    back   Christ's   holy 

sway; 
Forbid  false  love  of  country,  that  blinds  us  to  His  call 
Who  lifts  above  the  nation  the   brotherhood   of  all. 


Create  in   us  the  splendor  that  dawns  when   hearts  are   kind, 
That  knows  not  race   nor  station   as   boundaries  of  the   mind; 
That  learns  to  value  beauty,  in  heart,  or  brain,  or  soul, 
And  longs  to  bind  God's  children  into  one  perfect  whole. 
— Words  used  by  permission  of  S.  Ralph  Harlow 


21 


That  Cause  Can  Neither  Be  Lost 


Kr.   Ostcrgaard 
Trans,   by   J..C  Aabtrg 


J.  Ncllatnann 


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That  cause  can  neith-er  be  lost  nor  stayed  Which 
Each  no  -  ble  sor\  -  ice  that  men  have  wrought  Was 
There  -by  it  -self  like  a  tree  It  shows}  That 
Be     then     no  more   by  a  storm  dis-mayed,  For 


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high  It  reach  -  es  as  deep  it  grows; 
by   It  the   full    -    grown  seeds  arc  Laid; 


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From     A  World   of  Sose.  Copyright,  1941,  by   D.  A.Y.  P.  U 


22 

Rise  Up,  O  Men  of  God 

Fe&tal    Sons 
William  P.  Merrill,  I0H  William  H.V/alUr,  189* 


ftise  up,  O  Men  of  God!  Have  done  with 
"Rise  up,  O  Men  of  God!  His  king-dom 
"Rise  up,  O  Men  of  God!  The  church  for 
Lift  hiqh  the  cross  of  Christ   Tread  where  His 


less  -  er  things,   Gtye  heart  and  soul  and  mind  and 
tar -rics  long;   Bring    in    the  day  of  broth-er- 
you  doth  wait,     Her  strength  un-e-qual    to   the 
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hood  And  end  the  night  of  wrong, 
taskj  "Rise  up  and  make  her  great. 
mari)  TJise    up,  O    Men    of   God    A-men. 

J"3-  jL     g. 


Rise  Up,  O  Flame 

8  Part  Canon  Cbrlstoph  Practortus 


"Rise  up,  O  flame, By  thy  light  alow-irtg, 


Show  to  us  beau    -  ty,    Vi-sionandjoy. 


23 


Thine  Is  the  Glory 

Tr.    by    R.  Birch  Hoyle.  George,    F    Handel 

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Thine  is  the  glo  -  ry,  Ris  -  en,  con-qu'ring  5on, 
Lo!  Je~sus  meets  thee,  Ris- en  from  the  tomb; 
No  more  we  doubt  Thee,  <3lo-rious  Prince  of  Life! 


End  -  less   is  the  vie  -try  Thou  o'er  death  has  won. 
Lov  -  ing  -  ly  He  greets  thee,  5cat-ters  fear  and  gloom; 
Life    is  naught  without  Thee.  Aid  us  in    our  strife; 

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£nd-less  is  the.  vie -try  Thou  o'er  death  hast  won. 


An  -  gels  In  bright  rai-ment  Rolled  the  stone  a-way. 
Let  His  Church  with  glad-ness  Hymns  of  tri-umphsing. 
Make  us  more  than  eon-quVors  ThruThy  deathless  love. 


Kept  the  foUl-ed  grave -clothes  Where  Thy  bod-y  lay 
For    her   Lord  now  Liv  -  eth;  Death  hath  lost  its  sting. 
Bring  us  safe  thru  cJor-dan  To  Thy  home  a-bove. 


Thine    is  the  glo-  ry,  Ris  -  en,  con-quWng  Son, 


From   Ca.n tate   Domino.         Used  by    p<zrrWi&*io« 
Copyright    World's   Studtnt   Chri&Uan    Fadtratian 


24 


Horry  Emerson  Fosdick 


God  of  Grace 


CWM  RHONDDA 


John  Hughes,  1907. 


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God  of  grace  and  God  of  glo  •  ry,  On  Thy  peo-ple 
Lo!  The  hosts  of  e  -  vij  round  us  ScornThy  Christmas- 
Cure  Thy  child-ren's  war-ring  mad-ness  Bend  our  pride     to 


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sail  His  ways!  Fears  and  doubts  too  long  have  bound  us, 
Thy  con-trol;     Shame  and  wan-  ton  self  -  ish     glad-ness, 


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work  and  praise,  Grant  us  wis-dom, 
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Grant       us    cour  -    age        For        the    fac-ing    of    this 

Grant       us    cour  -    age        For        the   liv  -  ing     of  these 

Grant       us    cour  -    age        Lest       we  miss  Thy  King-dom's 


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of  this  hour, 
of  these  days. 
King  -  dom's  goal. 


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4.  Set  our  feet  on  lofty  places;  Gird  our  lives  that  they  may  be 
Armored  with  all  Christ-like  graces  In  the  fight  to  set  men  free. 
Grant  us  wisdom,  Grant  us  courage, 

That  we  fail  not  man  nor  Thee  ! 

5.  Save  us  from  weak  resignation  To  the  evils  we  deplore; 
Let  the  search  for  Thy  salvation  Be  our  glory  evermore. 
Grant  us  wisdom,  Grant  us  courage, 

Serving  Thee  whom  we  adore. 

Words  by  permission  of  Harry  Emerson  Fosdick- 
Music  by  permission  Mrs.  John  Hughes 


In  Christ  There  Is  No  East  or  West 


cJohn  Oxerfoam 


St   Peter    C  M 


Alexander  TZeinagle 


In  Christ  there  is  no  East  orWest,ln  Him  no  South  of  NorHi>But 


one  great  fel-tow-ship  of  love  Thru-out  the  whole  wide  earth. 


In   Him   shall   true   hearts  everywhere     Their   high   communion  find; 
His  service  is  the  golden  cord     Close   binding  all   mankind. 

Join   hands  then,   brothers  of  the  faith,     Whate'er  your  race  may   be, 
Who   serves   my   Father  as  a   son   is  surely   kin  to  me. 

In    Christ   now   meet   both    East   and    West,     in    Him    meet   South   anc 

North 
All   Christly   souls  are   one   in   Him   throughout  the   whole   wide   earth 

Words    by   permission    of    Miss    Erica    Oxenham. 


26 


I  Bind  My  Heart 

Lauchlan  Maclean  Watt  Grace  Wilbur  Conant 


7     ■  '  &; ^ 

I  bind  my  heart  this  tide  To  the  Gal  -  L  -  le  -  ans 
I  bind  my  heart  in  thrall  To  the  God,  the  Lord  of 

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side,  To  the  wounds  of  Cal  -  va  -  ry,       To  the 
All,   To  the  &od,  the  poor  man's  friend,  And  the 


Christ  who  died  for  me.  I  bindmysoulthis  day  To  the 
Christ  whom  he  did  send.  I  bind  my-self  to  peacc,Tb  make 
-«LJaL  jsl. 


strife  anden-vy  cease. 


th-er  near  at 
Goal  Knit  thou  sure  the 

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hand,    In  this  town,  and  in  this  land. 

cord    Of  my  thrall -dom  to  my  Lord.  A -men. 


U«ed  by  p*rmi#»i»n  of  The  Century  Cx,  copyright  owner*. 


27 


Lord,  We  Thank  Thee  for  Our  Brothers 


Roger   K.  Powell,   19^6 


NEW    RtFOBMATlON 


J  T.  Morrow,  1950 


Lord,  we  thank  Thee  for  our  broth-crs  Keeping  faith  with 
<3od  be  praised  for  con-gre-ga-tions  Cbm-ing  side  by 
Hal -lowed  be  Thy  name  for-  cv-  cr!  Heal  our  dif-fereno* 


us  and  Thee)  Jointing  heart  to  heart  with  oth-ers  Mak-ina 
side  to  Thee;  Man  ~y  tongues  of  man  -y  na-tions  Sing  the 
es     of,     old;  Bless  Thy  Church's  new  en-deav-or,  For  Thy 


strong  our  com  -  pa -ny,  With  the  Cross  our  on  -  ly 
great  -  er  u  -  ni  -  ty.  Sweet  the  psalm  and  sweet  the 
bold.    " 


king  -dom  make  us 


One  our  Christ  and  one  our 


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stan-dard  Let  us  sing  with  one  great  voice,  Glo-ry,glo-ry, 
car  -  ol  When  our  song  is  raised  as  one:  6lo-ry,glo-ry, 
<3os-pel,  Make  us  one  we  now  im-plore,  Glo-ry,glo-ry, 


Thine  the  king -dom;  Churches  in  Thy  Church  re-joice. 
Thine  the  pow-  er,  As  in  Heaven  Thy  will  be  done. 
Thine     the    glo-ry  Through  the  a- ges    ev-er-more. 


Vised  by  pvmie&lon  cf   J.  T.    Morrow 


28 


Come,  Peace  of  God 


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Come,  with  the  calm  that  hailed  Thy  Prin-ces  birth, 


Come,  with  the  heal  -  ina  of  Thy  gen  -tie  touch, 

L  11j«    -r.-e-  -8-  -p- fr-,te- 


Cbrne,Teace  of  God  that  this  world  needs  so  much.  A-men. 


Break  every  weapon  forged  in  fires  of  hate. 

Turn  back  the  foes  that  would  assail  Thy  gate; 

Where  fields  of  strife  lie  desolate  and   bare 

Take  Thy  sweet  flow'rs  of  peace  and  plant  them  there. 

Bring   selfish   lives  from   shadow-lands  of  loss 
Into  the  radiance  of  the  Savior's  cross, 
Where,  in  that  gift — so  precious,  yet  so  lone — 
Life  finds   its   brotherhood   and    love   its   throne. 

Come!  Blessed   Peace,  as  when,   in  hush  of  eve, 
God's  benediction  falls  on  souls  who  grieve; 
As  shines  a  star  when   weary  day  departs, 
Cornel  Peace  of  God,  and   rule  within  our  hearts. 


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Dear  Lord  and  Father 


John  G.  Whittitr,  1872 


REST 


Frederick  C  Maker,   1887 


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1.  Dear  Lord  and   Fa  -  ther  of  man -kind,    For -give  our 

2.  In     sim  -  pie  trust   like  theirs  who  heard,  Be-side  the 

3.  0    Sab  -  bath  rest     by     Gal   -   i   -   lee!      0     calm    of 

4.  Drop  Thy  still   dews   of  qui  -et-ness,    Till    all     our 

5.  Breathe  thru  the  heats  of  our  de-sire      Thy  <  ool-ness 


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hills   a  -  bove,  Where  Je-sus  knelt  to  share  with  thee  The 
striv-ings  cease;  Take  from  our  souls  the  strain  and  stress,And 
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us,  like  them,  with-out  a  word,  Rise  up  and   fol  -  iow  Thee, 
si  -  lence  of    e  -  ter  :  ni-ty      In   -  ter  -  pre -ted   by    iove. 
let    our    or-dered  lives con-fess  The  beau-ty  of  Thy  peace, 
thru  the  earth-quake,  wind  and  fire,  0  still,  small  voice  of  calm. 


^rpffici:  fTi'Hrl'ifi 


Permission  Psalms  and  Hynvts  TruMt 


30 


Purd  E.Dettz 


We  Would  Be  Building 

FINLANDIA  v 


Jean   Sibelius 


We  would  be  building;temples  still  un-done  _Oer  crumbling 

Teach  us  to  buildj  up-on  the  sol -id  rock We  set  the 

O  keep,  us  building,  Master;  may  our  hands _  Ne'er  fal-ter 


walls  their  crosses  scarcely  lift; Wait-ma  till  love  can 

dream  that  hardens  in-  to  deed,  .Ribbed  with  the  steel  that 
when  the  dream  is  in  our  hcarts,_When  to  our  cars  there 


raise  thebro-ken  stone,- And  hearts  crc-a-tive  bridge  the 
time  and  changedoth  rnock,_Th'un-fail-lng  pur-pose  of  our 
come  divine  com-mands,_  And  all  the  pride,  of  sin  -ful 


hu-man  rlftj We-  wouidbcbuUd-incj,Mas-tcr,  let  "Tny 

no-  blest  creed^Teach  us  to  build,  O  Mas-tcr,  lend  us 
will  de-parts}_WebuUdwithThee;0  grant  en-dur-incj 


plan "Re-veal  the  life  that  Odd  would  give  to  man — 

sight To  see  the  tow-ers  gleam  -  Lng  in  the  light— 

worth  _Un -til the  heavn- ly  Kingdom  comes  on  earth.. 


Words©  P.  E.Deitz.Tune  psrmi»»u»n  Br«Itkopf  4-  Hartcl,Wiaftbad«n. 
Arr.  permission  Presbyterian  Vyoard.  of  ChrUtian  Education. 


BE  STILL,  MY  SOUL 


Katharina    van    Schleqel 
Tr.   bv  Jane   I.   Borthwiek 


Finlandia 


31 


Jean    Sibelius 


Be   still,   my  soul:  the   Lord  is  on  thy  side, 
Bear   patiently    thy   cross    of   grief   or    pain. 

Leave  to  thy  God   to  order   and   provide; 
In    every  change    He   faithful    will    remain. 

Be    still,    my    soul:    thy    best,    thy    heav'nly   friend 
Thru    thorny  ways    leads   to   a    joyful    end. 

Be    still,   my   soul:   thy   God   doth   undertake 
To    guide    the    future    as    He    has    the    past. 

Thy    hope,    thy    confidence    let   nothing    shake. 
Al!    now    mysterious   shall    be   bright   at    last. 

Be    still,    my   soul,    the    waves    and    winds    still    know 
His  voice  who   ruled   them  while   He  dwelt   below 


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Dona  Nobis  Pacem 

Canon  for  EquAL  Voices 


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God,  Who  Touchest  Earth 


Mary  5.  Edgar 


E.W.Bullingcr 


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Like  the  springs  and  running  waters 

Make   me   crystal   pure. 
Like  the  rocks  of  towering  grandeur 

Make  me  strong  and  sure. 


Like  Thy  dancing  waves  in  sunlight 

Make   me  glad   and  free; 
Like   the   straightness   of  the   pine   tree 

Let  me   upright  be. 


Like  the   arching    of  the   heavens 
Lift  my  thoughts  above; 

Turn   my  dreams  to  noble  action- 
Ministries  of  love. 


God  who  touchest  earth  with  beauty 

Make  me  lovely,  too. 
Keep  me  ever  by  Thy  Spirit 

Pure  and  strong  and  true. 

Words  used  by  permission  Mary  S.  Edgar 


33 


Breathe  on  Me 


Breathe  on  me,Breath  'of  God, 
Breathe  on  me, Breath  of  God, 
Breathe  on  me,  Breath  of  God, 
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love,    And  do  what  Thou  wouldst  do. 

will,    To     do    and   to      en  -  dure. 

mc    Glows  with  Thy  fire     di  -  vine. 

life      Of  Thine    c  -  ter  -  ni  -  ty.    A -men. 

* m-J: 


Words    permission   MLse  B.  Hatch  and    Oxford  University  Pr*** 
Music    permibtlon    Mrs.  Eth«l  Taylor 


A.  ,R.  Ledoux 


Praise  for  Bread 


fe-^j  ji.i  jimum 


Morn  -  Ing 

Moon -time  has  come,  the  board  is  spread) Thanks  be,  to 

ELve  -  nlnq 

l 


iPin 


mm 


p^p 


Him  who  giv-eth  bread)  Praise  God  for  bread*. 

From  "List  to  the  Lark";  arranged  from  Norfolk  Chimes  by  Clarence 
Dickinson.    Copyright  1945  H.  W.  Gray  Co.,  N.Y.    Used  by  permission. 


34 


Ocorga  Croly,  1854- 


Spi 


irit  of  God 

MORECAMBE 


F.  C.  Atkinson,  1870 


ps 


wmm 


Spir  -  It  of  God,  de-scend  up-onmy  heart; 

I     ask  no  dream,  no  pro-phet  cc-sta-ctes, 

Teach  me-  to  feel  that  Thou  are  al-ways  nigh; 

Teach  me-  to  love-  Thee  as  Thine  an-gels  love. 


m^  pf'F  F^PN 


i  i  iJW+^f-^J-j-^ 


Wean  It  from  earth;  thra  all  Its  pul-ses  move; 

No   sad- den  rend  -  ing    of  the  veil  of    clay, 
Teach  me  the  strug  -  gle-s  pf  the  soul  to  bear, 

On<z    ho  -Ay  pas  -  slon  fill- ing  all  my  frame, 

ir-  ,f- 


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3 


Stoop  to  my  wcak-ness,  tmght-y  as  Thou  art, 
No     an-gel  vlsl  -  tant,    no  o-pen-ing skies; 
To  check  the  rls  -  Ing    doubt, the  reb-el  sigh; 
The   bap- 1 Ism  of    the  heav'n  ae-scend-ed  Dove, 

-f— §- 


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8    g    ^3—i=Fg   i   j  3  1  g  -sU=  1  g  I  gj 


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And  make  me  loveThee  as  l  ought   to  love. 
But  take  the  dim-ness  of  my  soul  a -way. 
Teach  me  the  pa-tience  of  un-an-swered  pray'r. 
My    heart  an  al-tar,andThy  love  the  flame.  A-men. 

Ms 


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3S 


35 


Be  Thou  My  Vision 


Ancient  Irish,  trans,  by  Mary  Byrne 
Versified  by  Eleanor  Hull 


Irish  Traditional  Melody  • 
Harm,  by  David  Evans  j 


Th 


Vis- 


,  O  Lord  of  my  heart: 
,andThoii  my  trueWorct. 


Be   l  hoa  my  Vis -ion, 
Be  Thou  my  Wis -dom,  ana  i  nou  my  -. 
Rlch-es    I    heed  not,  nor  man's  emp-ty  praise, 
High  King  of  heav-en,  my  vie  -  to  -  ry  won. 


Naught  be  all  else  to  me,  save  thatThouart 

I      ey  -  er  with  Thee  and  Thou  with  me,  Lord; 
Thou  mine  in-  hcr-it-ancc,  now  artd  al-ways: 
-ns  joys,  O  bright  heaviVs  Son! 

JJ^      £lL     »,<J.    „ 


May  I  reach  heav-en 


o  i»  i     r^  jD   l"~^  i    i     I 

j         i     r     r       •           •  -©l___j^ 

Thou   my    best  thought,    by  day    ov    by  night, 

Thou   my  gveai     Fa    -    then,    1   Thy  true  son; 

Thou  and  Thou    on      -    ly,  first  in  my  heart,  __ 
Heart  of    my  own  hcart.what-ev-er   be-falL 

l'  '        '          LJ    '  L^                    1       '       l    '  — ^ 

—  — J 

Wak-ing  or  sleep -ing, Thy  pres-ence  my  light. 
Thou  in  me  dwcll-ing,  and  I  with  Thee  one. 
Hiqh  King  of  hcav- en,  myTreas-ure Thou  art 
Stdl    be  my  Vis  -ion,  O  Rut  -  er  of    all.  A-men 

■  Al J 


Harmony  copyright.  Reprinted  from  The  Revised  Church  Hvmnarv 

by  permission  Oxford  University  Press.    Vhrds  permission  Chatto  *  Windu* 


36 


Vesper  Hymn 


Thomas  Moore 


3>.  S.  Borfcntansky 


— — — w — w — w — ~  ■    wr w w- — & ■ — v «r m — -y 

Hark'.Tne  ves-per  hymn  is  steal-ing  O'er  the  wa-ters 
Now  Ukcmoonltghtwavesre-trcat-ing,Tothc  shore  H 
Once  a-gain  sweet  vo'tc-es  ringing,  Loud-cr  still  the 


soft  ana  clear;  Near-er  yet  and  near  -  er  peal  -  ing, 
dies  a  -  long;  Now  like  an-gry  surg-es  meet  ■  ing, 
mu-  sic  swells;  While  on  sum-mer  breez-es  wing  -ing, 


Soft  it  breaks-  up -on    4he  ear. 

Breaks  the  min-gled  tide  of  song. 

Conies  the  chime  of  ves-per  bells. 


e)a  -  bi  -  la  -te! 


Far  -  ther  now  and 
Ju-bt-Li-te!  Ju-bl-la-te!  A  -  men.  Hark!  A-gain  tike 
••fc.        On    the  sum-mer 


far -ther  steal-ing,  Soft  It  fades  up -on  the  car. 
waves  re -treat -Ing,  To  the  shore  it  dies  a -long, 
brcez-  es  wing  -Ing  Fades  the  chime  of  ves-per  bells. 


37 


Prayer  for  Vespers 

"Dorothy  E.  Adams  Kathryn  N.  Shriver 


God^rant  to  me  the  spir-it  I've  found  up-on this  hilt! 


gt&FffffEEte 


S 


rft 


* 


fr^ 


r^fj--jjjijj3,jir'F  j  gijjj 


When  I  godowntoeartha-gain,Lor^bethouwithme  stilL 


^  r.  ft;  rtfr  if  U^mm 


When    restless    people    scatter 
The   peace   I   thought  was   mine 

Then  let  me  see  in  memory 
Thy  straight   and    silent   pine. 


If    crowds    shut    out    thy    image 
Or  dim  thy  shining  face. 

May    I    remember    mountains 
Thy    symbol    of    thy    grace. 


And   if  the   noise   be   deafening 

So   that   I    cannot   hear, 
God,   grant  me   strength  to  find   anew 

The    silence    I   found    dear. 

5 

Yes — grant    to    me    the    spirit 

I've  found  upon  this  Hill! 
When    I    go    down    to    earth    again 

Lord,    be    thou   with    me    still. 


38 


Day  Is  Dying 

Chai/tau^ua 
Mary  A.latUbury,  WJ  William  F.  5h*rwtn,  f»77 


^W 


Day  is  dy  -ing  in  the  west;  Heaven  is  touch-ing 
Lord  of  life,  be-neath  the  dome   Of  the  u  -  ni- 


g^d  ii  fi^ 


^ 


i« 


4-^ZBzEg 


P? 


--st 


earth  with  rest,  Walt  and  wor-ship  while  the  night  Sets  her  eve-ning 
verse,  Thy  home,  Gath-er  us  who  seekThy  face  To  the  fold  of 


Npp 


r^Tf-V7 


r 


pgsa 


Refrain 


f  p.ifoi*mm 


lamps  a-ligltf  Wall  the  sky  Ho  . t    h    , 

my  em -brace,  Forlhou  art  nigh —  9J         ^ 


%Ih1^^^4^^H^ 


tes 


is 


ii^ir^a^pg 


=S= 


ho-ly,  Lord  God  of  Hosts!  Heaven  andearHiorefiUlofThec! 


see 


M 


I 


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#-* 


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£=§E 


eaven  and  earth  are  pmis-ingThec,0  Lord  most  high!  A-men. 


g|  1 1  frl^f-ppg 


>    **  ^ 


23      bad 


39 
The  Day  Thou  Gavest 

John  ELUrton,  18,70     ,         ,     st.|  clement        Clement  C.  Schole-fUild,l87* 


John  ELUrtort,  18.70     .         ,     ="•  W*",B"T.       Clement,  C.  S, 


The  day_ Thou  gav  -  est,  Lord,  _  "is  end-ed, 
Wc  thank  Thee  that  Thy  church  un- sleep -ing, 
As  o'zv — each  con  -  ti -nent_and  is-lancl 
The  sun  —  that  bids  _  us  rest  _  is  wak-  ing 
So      be It,  Lord)  Thy  throne  shall  nev-er 


4 


^ 


The  dark  -  ness  falls   at  Thy      be-hest;       To 
While  earth  rolls  on  -  ward  In  -to  night  Through 
The  dawn    leads  on     an-oth  -  er  day,      The 
Our  breth  -rcn  'neath  the  west -em  sky,      And 
Like  earths  proud  em  -  pires, pass   a-wayj    Thy 


wm 


Hi 


t  V  mms^m  m 


Thee    our  morn  -  ing  hymns    as-cend-cd,Thy 
all_ the  world- her  watch    Is  keep  -ing.  And 
voice   of  prayer»_  Is    nev   -   er    si  -  lent,  Nor 
hour_  by  hour_  fresh  lips    are  mak- ing  Thy 
king  -dom  stands,  and  grows    for  -ev  -er  Till 


5$S 


J 


i'ii  Kr  fr  m 


m 


j^J^I    }\jj    JU^    JljlJrfjrl 


PjSP« 

praise  shall  sane  -  ti  -  fy our  rest. 

rests-  not   now_  by  day_  or  night. 

dies_  the  strain  _  of  praise    a -way. 

won-drous  do    -  ings  heard  on  high. 

all_  Thy  crea  -  tures  own  Thy  sway.  A  -  men. 

ii 


40 


Henry  F.  Lyte 


Abide  with  Me 


William  RMonk 


A  -  bide  with  me!    fast  falls  the  ev  -en  -  tide; 
Swift  to  its  close    ebbs  out  life's  lit  -  tie  day; 
I     need  Thy  pres  -  ence  ev  -  Vy  pass-uig  hour; 
HoldThouThy  cross    be  -  fore  my  clos-lng  eyes; 


The   do^k-nees  deep- ens— Lord,with  me  a -bide! 
Earths  joys  grow  dim.,    its     glo-ries  pass  a -way; 
What  but  Thy  grace   can   foil  the  temp-ters  powr? 
Shine  thro*  the  gloom  and  point  me  to  the  skies; 


^f-rFF'H^f"  f  f~r 


When    oth-  er  help  -  crs  fail,  and  com-forts  flee, 
Change  and  de-cay     in     all  a-roand    I     see; 
Who,    like  Thy-self,    my  guide  and  stay  can  be? 
Heavns  morn-ing  breaks,  and  earths  vain  shadows  flee; 


f   T    P 


Help  of  the  help -less,  O  a-bide  with  me! 
O  Thou  who  chang-  est  not,  a-bide  with  me! 
Thro*  cloud  and  sun-shine,  O  a-bide  with  me! 
In    life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  a-bide  with  me!  A-mea 


Now  the  Day  Is  Over 


41 


cabin«   Baring -Gould,  1663 


(Joseph    Barn  by,  IM6 


Now  the  day  is    o  -  ver,  Night  is  draw-trig  nigh; 
e>e  -  sus  give  the  wear-y    Calm  and  sweet  re-pose; 
Grant  to  Lit-tU  chil-dren   Vis  -  ions  of  Thee; 
When  the  morning  wa-  kens,Thcn  may  I  a-  rise  . 


Shad-ows  of  the  eve  -  rung  Steal  a- cross  the  sky. 
With  Thy  ten-d'rest  bless -ing  May  our  eye -lids  close. 
Guard  the  sall-ors  toss  -  ing  On  the  deep  blue  sea. 
Vure.  and  fresh  and  sin  -  less     In   Thy  ho  -  ly   eyes. 

J. 


Used  by  permission  J.  Curwen  and  Sons.  Ltd. 


Praise  and  Thanksgiving 


Paraphrase  of  the  German 


I 


/-o6et  und  Pr-et'set 
Alsatian  Round. 


r  r  i  r  f  r  i  m  J  i J- 


3    i 


Praise  and  thanks  -giv-ing  let  ev-ery- one  bring 


Un  -  to    our  Fa  -  ther  for   ev  ~  cry  good  thing. 


All        to  -  geth    -    er    joy  -  ful  -  ly    sing! 

Edith   Lovell  Thomas,    The  Whole.  World  Singincs 
Copyright,  Friendship  Press,  I950.    Used,  by  permission 


42 


Barnes     Edmcston 


Saviour,  Breathe 

Evening  Prayer 


George  C.  Stcbbins 


Sav-tour,  breathe  an  eve-ning  bless-ing,  Ere  re- 
Tho  de-struc  -tion  walk  a-round  us,  Tho  the 
Tho  the  night  be  dark  and  drear-y,  Darkness 
Should  swift  death  this  night  oer-take  us,  Andour 


pose  our  splr-lts  seal,  Sin  and  want  we  come  con> 
ar  -  rows  past  us  fly,  An-gel  guards  fromThce  sun- 
can -not  hide  from  Thee;  Thou  art  He  who,  nev-er 
couch  be-come  our  tomb,  May  the  morn  in  hcavh  a- 


fess-ing:  Thou  canst  save,  andThou  canst-  heal, 
'round  us:  We  arc  safe,  if  Thou  art  nigh, 
wea  -  ry,  Watch-est  where  Thy  peo-ple  be. 
wake  us,  Clad  in  light  and  death-less  bloom-  A-mcrt. 


Each  Campfire  Lights  Anew 


fcCTp    j|f._Jl^t?N-Jif-^ 


Each  camp-fire  lights  a-new. 


The  flame  of 


friend-  ship  true 

Dm      .        __  ,    G7 


The  joy  weVc  had  In 
c. 


know-lng  you—  Will  last  our  whole  life  through. 


43 
Move  in  Our  Midst 

Kenneth   I    Morse  Perry    L.  Huffaker 

W-r- 

Move    in   our  midst,  ThouSpir-it    of  &od; 

Touch  Thou  our  hands  to    lead  us   a -right; 

Strike  from  our  feet  the  fet-tersthat  bind-, 

kin  -  die    our  hearts  to  burn  with  Thy  f  lame; 


|fl   If/;, ! 1 

111              1   1.1    _,1        1   1    i=3 

|^'?_-    3     S  i»          ii'     ■    41  rj:=l 

Go      with    us   down     from  Thy    ho  -  ly   hill; 

Guide   us   for  -  ev    -    er;    show  us  Thy  way. 

Lift    from  our  lives     the  weight  of  our  wrong. 

Raise   up    Thy  ban  -  ners  high    in  this  hour. 

M=  ,u      •      i      ' 

^y^ f-.fr       f       r    1    g-       1 

e  Bfr    i       1   = 

P-f f-^ — ! — r  '  r    ' 

Walk  with  us  through  the  storm  and  the  calm; 
Trans -form  our  dark  -  ness     in  -  to  Thy   light; 
Teach     us    to     love     with  heart,  soul  and  mind; 
Stir      lis     to    build     new  worlds  in  Thy  name; 

jO. 


M 


f  ijjgj 


s 


^T 


Spir-  it  of  God>    go  Thou  with  us  still. 

Spir-it  of  (Sod,  lead  Thou  us  to-day. 

Spir  -  it  of  <5od,  Thy  love  makes  us  strong. 

Spir -it  of  vSod,  O  send  us  Thy  power.  A    -  men. 

h».  &.      a  ^   -f-   ■#-  -*=j-    -jjpS+L-d: 


Copyright   1950   by  the  Hous«  of  the  ChurcW    cf    the    Brethren 


44 


Chr.  Richardt 
Trans,  by  S.  D.  RooLhotm 


Evening  Star 


Carl  Mortcnscn 


Eve  -nine)  star  up  yon  -  dcr, Teach  me  like  you  to 
Teach  me,  gen  -tie  r  low-crs,  To  wait  for  spring  -time 
Might -y  b-cean,  teach  me  To  do   the  task  that 


wan-der  will  -ing  and  o  -  be  -  dient-ly  The  path  that 
show-ers;  In  this  win -ter  world  to  grow  Green  and 
needs  me  And  re -fleet,  as  days  de-part,  Heav-cns 


God  or-dained  for  me!  Eve-ning  star  up  yon  -  der! 
strong  be-neath  the  snowTcach  me,  gen-tle  f  low-crs. 
peace  with -In  my  hcart.Might-y  o-cean,  teach  me. 


Shady  lanes,  refreshing, 
Teach   me  to   be  a  blessing, 
To  some  weary  soul  each  day, 
Friends  or  foes  who  pass  my  way, 
Shady  lanes,   refreshing. 

Evening    sun,    descending, 
Teach   me,   when    life   is   ending. 
Night  shall  pass,  and  I  like  you, 
Shall  rise  again,  where  life  is  new. 
Teach  me,  sun  descending. 

From  World  of  Song,  permission  Danish  Amer- 
ican Young  People's  League,  Grandview  Col- 
lege,  Des  Moines,   la. 


45 


Now  All  the  Woods  Are  Sleeping 


Paul  Gerhardt,  1648 
Trans,  by  Catherine  Winkworth 
pp    Modcrato 


H.  Isaak,  c.1490 
Harm,  by  J.  S.  Bach 


Now  all  the  woods  are.  sleep  -  ing,  And  night  and 
My  lovdones  rest  se-  cure  -  ly,.    From  ev  -  Yy 
1/^oL   J-  V 


r  TMrf"*r  r.  r  f"    r" 

still -ness  creep  -Ing  Oer  clfc  -  y,     man     and 
per,  -  11      sure      ly     Our  &o&  will  quard  vour 


r  it1 

beast,  Buithou,my  heart,  a -wake 
heads,  And  hap-py  slum-bers  send 

^ — J^ 


thee,  To 
you,  And 


46 


Dakota  Hymn 

Lacquiparue 
Paraphrased    by    Phillip    Frazicr    of  the  Dalcolas 


Man  -y  and  great,  O  God,areThy  things,  Mak-er  of 
Grant  un-to  us  com-mun-ion  withTheeThou  star  a- 


earth  and  sky,  Thy  hands  have  set  the  heav-ens  with  stars, 
bid-ingOne;  Co\r\<z>  un-tc  us  and  dwell  with_us, 


Thy  fin-gers  spread  the  moun  -tains  and  plains.  Lo,  at  Thy 
With  Thee  are  found  the  gifts    of Life.  Bless  us  with 


^ 


TW^Ph 


word  the  wa-ters  were  formed;  Deep  seas  o- bey  Thy  voice, 
life  that  has   no end.     E  -  ter-nat  life  with  Thee. 


From  thttDAKOTA  INDIAN  HYMNAL  Copyright  by  Olive  W   Riggs.  Used  by  permission 


Round  of  Thanks 

z 


,  For  health  and  strength  and  dal-ly  food  we  praiseThy  name,OLoni! 

From  "Graded  Rounds  ond  Canons',  by  permission  J.Curwen  &  Soni,  Ltd.,  London 


p.  I 


47 

irit  of  the  Living  God 

£>anlel  lvcr#«n 

Arr.  by  Herbert  O.Tbvey 

FI 1 


Spirit 


Sptr  « it  of  the  Uv-ing  God,  Fall  a-fresh  on  me. 


fresh  on  me.    Melt  mc,  mold  me,  fill  me,  use  me. 


Sptr -it  of  the  liv-  trig  God,  Fait  a-freshoti  me. 


Copyright  t?.M.  L'sed.  fc>y  permis&ion  of  Daniel  Jverson,  owner. 

Two  Wings 


Uacer 


Oh,  Lord,  I  want  two  wings  to  veil  my  face, 
Oh,  Lord,  I  want  two  wings  to  fly  a -way, 
Oh,  Lord,  1  want   two  winas  to  veil  my  face, 


Fin<Z         t.EADER 


So  the  dev-t I  can't    do  mono    harm.        My 

I-fi     |h>  l      ,  -  ,^v J  1,2,  CHORUS   I 


Lord,  did  he  come  at  the  break  of  dayf  No! 

Lord,  did  he  come  in  the  heat  of  noon?  No! 

Lord,  did  he  come  in  the  cool  of  the 

I   3  ^       All 


eve  -  ning?  Yes ?  Andhc  washed  my  sins  a  -way. 


48 


We  Shall  Walk  thru  the  Valley 

Afoata.ra.io  £§    solemnly 


We  shall  walk  thru  the  val  -ley  In   peace. 


We  shall  walk  thru  the  val  -  ley   In   peace. 


If Je  -  sus  Hjrn-self  shall  be  our  Lead  -er, 


We  shall  walk  thru  the  val- ley  In  _ peace. 

-^t iflb:  i*~_ g-i 


There  will  be  no  sor-row  therejberewillbe  no  sor-row 


49 


there,    if  Je  -  sus  H  lm-seif  shall  be  our  Lead  -  er, 

7?i 


We  shall  walk    thru  the  val-ley  In  •  peace. 


On  D.  S.   sing   melody   only  to  -0-,  when    harmony  re-enters. 
Arrangement  by  permission  of  Winos  Over  Jordan 


Holy,  Holy,  Holy 


Holy,    holy,    holy! 

Lord    God    Almighty! 
Early    in    the    morning 

Our    song    shall    rise    to    Thee 
Hoiy,    holy,    holy! 

Merciful    and    mighty, 
God    in   Three    Persons, 

Blessed   Trinity. 


Holy,    holy,    holy! 

AN  the  saints  adore  Thee, 
Casting    down   their   golden 
crowns 

Around   the   glassy   sea; 
Cherubim   and   seraphim 

Falling    down    before    Thee, 
Which    wert,    and    ari,    and 

Evermore    shalt    be. 


3 

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. 

4 

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!  Amen. 


50 


EvVy  Time  I  Feel  the  Spirit 


Negro  Splri.tua.1 

.     Chorus Eb  Ab 


Arr.  by  Marlon  Downs 
Eb  Ab 


Eb 


T         y      ' y  i   1         ]  — \r~  i  y    i 

Ev  -  Vy  time  1 feel  the  Spir-it  _  Mov-in' 

Sb7  Eb,  _  Ab 


in  my  hcart,_l  will  pray,— Ev-Vy  time  l_feelthe 

Eb  _        Ab  Eb     , Fm    Bb7    Eb       ^'«* 


5pir-it Mov-in'in  my  heart, _  1-  will  pray.. 


Pp  i  i  Ifp^atfcSfcP 


i.  Up-on  the  moun  -tain, when  my.  Lord  spoke, Out  of  His 

2.  Oh,  J  have  sor  -  rows  and  1   have  woe, And  I  have 


mouth  came_f ire  av\d  smoke;  Lookdalla-round_me, 
heart  -ache_  here  be-low,;_  But  while  God  leads  me, 

/%«/^.  M"n/^T~~>$)l,7     .    Eb  J3.C. 


^h^^Sh^r^jj^  ?m 


It  lookUso  finc_Till  I  aska  my  Lord  it  all  were  mine. 
I7 LI  ncv  -  er  fear For  I  am  shel-tered _ by  H is  care. 

Note:  Low  voices  sing  melody;   high  voices   bum  obbllgato. 


Nobody  Knows 

G  r  _  Negro  Spiritual 


Oh,no.boiy  knows  de  tnou-ble  IVe  $eet$fokody  knows  but  je-sus. 


No-bod -y  knows  de  trou-ble  I  ve  seen  ,<3to-ry  hal-  le  - lu-jah 


51 


Chorus 


Some-times  I'm  up, some-times  Pmdowrt, 

Al-thoughyousee  me  90m' 'Long  $0,   Oh,  yes,  Lord. 
One  day    when  I  was  walk -in  'long, 
I    nev  -  cr  shall  for-get  that  day, 


Some -times  I'm  al-most  to  de  groun' 

I     have  my  tri-ab  here  b<?-low,    Oh,  yes,  Lord. 
De  el-ment  opend  an'  Love  came  down, 
When  Je-sus  washHmy  sins  a -way, 


He's  Got  the  Whole  World 


pfl             % 

Negro  Spiritual 

*  ft  ^""'J.    1  p  r~    S  ' 

v                    Y 

1.  He's  got  the  whole world In  His  hands., 

wind  and  the  rain In  His  handsj 


He's  got  the  big    round world. 

He's  got  the  sun  and,  ih<z  moon. 


In  His  hands, 
.  in  His  hands, 


He's  got  the  whole world in  His  hands, 

He's  got  the  wind  and  the  rain in  His  hands, 

Ftno. 


He's  got  the  whole  world  in  His  hands.  He's  got  the 

From  the  Marlon  Kerby  collection  of  Negro  Exaltations 

3.  He's  got  the  tiny  little   baby  in   His  hands. 

4.  He's  got  you  and  me,  brother  in  His  hands, 

5.  He's   got   everybody   in    His   hands. 

6.  He's   got  the   whole  world   in   His   hands. 


52 


Ezek'el  Saw  the  Wheel 

»/,                                                                   Negro    Spiritual 

fa  j£  h^^?~J"  g  =  j    r  i^fe  r  r  ri^j^jj 

E-;ze-lcel  saw  the  wheel  'Way  up  in  the  mid-die  d  the  air,  & 

yfrjfcp   i^JEzL^-f—-  f      F     ^^VVV>-±=^ 

re-k'el  saw  the  wheel  'Way  In  the  mid-die  o'  the  atr,lhe 


big  wheel  moved  by  Euth,The  lit-tle  wheelmoved  by  the  Graee  6 


Sod,  v\  wheel  in  a  wheel  JWay  in  the  mid-die  c?  the  air. 


A.  Jes'  Ut  me  tell  you  what  a  hy-po-crite  HI  do,— 
Z.  Watch  out  my  sis -ten  how  you  walk_  on  the  cross, 
3.  Sbu  say  the  Lord —  has set .  you_  free,- 


Hclltalk  a-bout  me  ati  he  U 
'Way  in  the  mid-die  o  the  air}    ^b'  foot-might  slip  an'yo' 

Whydont_you  let  yo! 


talk  a-bout  youL  £ 

soul-  get  lost ! .'Way  In  the  mid-die  o  the  air.  E- 
netah  -  bor  be !_    *     m  m    „ 


From  American  Ne^ro  Sonas  by  John  WWork.  Theo.  Prcsser,  Philadelphia. 

King  of  Kings 


Joyfully 

Refrain 


b=$ 


Broodly 


Arr.  by  Olive  J.  Williams 


mm  a 


£ 


1 


He     is     King    of    Kings.     He    is    Lord     of    Lords. 


Bi  i    if 


P 


m 


SWWMW 


rmrp 


Je-sus  Christ  the  first  and  last, —  No  man  works  like  Him. 


^inim  ww 


^^ij)j^j^j'j'a±^fcp 


9 

No  man  works  like  Him. 


1.  I  know  that  my  Re-deem-er  lives, 

2.  He  builds  a  plat-form  in  the  air, 

3.  0  sin  -ner  if  you  will  be-  lieve, 


m 


JL 


pp 


n 


\^^^u^i^m 


3 


And  by  His  love  sweet  blessing  gives, 
And  calls  the  saints  from ev'ry- where, 
Grace  of  the  Lord  you  will  re-ceive, 


FT  v 

No  man   works 


ike  Him. 


MP  P- 


I 


54 


Go  Tell  It  on  the  Mountain 


Jubilantly  ^ 


Nagre  Spiritual 


Go        tell     it    on      the     moun  tain, 

Tell         it     on       the  moun  -  tain 


s 


i=M  jj   J 


r 


m 


m 


mm 


& 


0  -  ver  the  hills  and  ev    -    'ry  -  where, _  Go     tell   it  on     the 


y»ff  1}  fir  f  r-d  fjii4 


j»j     j  jiji  mm 


moun  -  tain       that        Je-  sus      Christ  is- a  -  born. 

Tell    it    on     the    moun  •  tain  I 


g 


-JUUi^ 


^rrr^Hfi"! 


r 


P  J  JpiJ  J  fju  J  p  JiJ^ 


1.  When    I    was     a    sin  -  ner,      I    prayed  both  night  and  day:      I 

2.  When    I    was     a    seek-  er,      I    sought   both  night  and  day;      I 

3.  He     made    me    a  watch- man    up   -    on    the     cit   -    y    wall;  And 


38 


f  f  f  riff  fif  f=ffiH 


yjj  J|in  ifffpi 


asked  the  Lord  to  help  me,  and  He  showed  me  the  way- 
asked  my  Lord  to  help  me,  and  He  taught  me  to  pray.. 
if  I       am      a  ,  Chris- tian,     I      am    the   least    of    all. 


M-*f  f  p  m i  fiJ  j[[\fjj\ 


O    I  know   the  Lord, —  1  know  the  Lord,— 


I  know  the  Lords-laid  his  hands  on  me.  O  hands  on  me. 


(Did    cv-er  you. _  see,   the    like     be    -  fore 

1  King  Je  -    sus_  preach-lng    to     the poor 

?  O       was  -   n't: that    a    hctp  -  py day 

2'(When  Je   -   sus_wash'dmy   sins    a   -  way 
(  Some  _  seek  the  Lord  and  don t  seek  him  r  ight, 

3  \  They    fool  _  all day  and   pray   at night, 

C            My —  Lord's- done  just  what    he_  said, 
\  He's    hcal'd_the sick    and  raisU  the_dead, 


I  know  the  lord's  laid  his  hands  on  me,  hands  on  me.  O 


From  Amecicam  Negro  Songs  by  John  W  Work.  Thao.  Presser, Philadelphia. 


Afoc/era/e/y  s/ow 


Make  New  Friends 


Make  newfriends  but  keep  the  old-,  One  is  sii-ver  and  the  oth-er  gold 


56 


Let  Us  Break  Bread  Together 


Negro  Spiritual 


fii^ilj    |  WJ^^i 


1.  Let  us  break   bread       to-geth-er     on      our    knees. 

2.  Let  us  drink    wine       to-geth-er     on      our    knees. 

3.  Let  uspraise    God        to-geth-er     on      our    knees. 


» n1  1 1 1  |-j-i 


& 


» i  j  JiJ  £  W  t  I  W 


Let  us  break  bread  to  -  geth  -  er  on  our  knees. 
Let  us  drink  wine  to  -  geth  -  er  on  our  knees. 
Let    us  praise   God      to  -  geth  -  er    on      our     knees. 


'>\>lt\r  I  Bi^Eftei 


juj'jiww  Mi^m 


When  I  fall  down  on  my  knees  with  my  face  to  the  ris-ing 


'uHiHfffif  ffiEUM 


$ip\i  i  m  mm 


r         •    u 

sun,     Oh,    Lord    have       mer-cy        on  me. 


L>\}  j  irjr  ifilf  f  i pi  a  j 


57 


Lonesome  Valley 

Collected  by  Gladys  Jameson 


White  Spirit i 


solo:  i.  Je-sus  walk'd this  lone-some  val-ley,_  He  had  to 

itoisow:2.  We  must  walk this  lone-some  va#l'ley,_We  have  to 

souo:  3.  You  must  go and  stand  your  tri-al,_You  have  to 


cmoros:  1.         Je -sus  walk'd  this      lone-some  val- Ley, 
chorus-.  3.       Y6u  must  go      and    stand  your  tri-al, 


Mi 


^ 


WW 


walk It  by  Him-self,  Oh,_    no-bod-y  else  cculdwalkit 

walk it  by  our-selves,  Oh,_   no*bod-y  else  can  walk  it 

stand it  by  vour-self,  Oh,_  no-bod-y  else  can  stand  it 

m"  ,  I 


fe 


^ 


T     ^     ^        ^ 

Had  to  walk  it 
Have  to  stand  it 


3    1     » 


PPPP 


by  Him-self,  Oh,  no 
by  your-self,Oh,no 


one  else  could 
one  else    can 


m 


ipl     yJU>  JF^   Jjj^ 


for  Him,       He  had  to  walk      it  by_  Him-sclf. 

for  us,  Wc  have  to  walk     it  b'y_  our-selvcs. 

for  you,       You  have  to  stand   it  by_  your- self. 


walk     It    for    Him,   Had  to  walk  it    by  Him-self. 
stand  It    for    you-,   Has/c  to  stand  it  by  your- self. 


^rrrr^rf-F-^^^ 


From    Singing   America    by   permission 


58 


Somebody's  Knocking 


mi>)  -MJi^j 


m 


Some-bod -y's  knock-ing  at  your  door,   Some-bod  -  y's 


£i 


1 


35 


j^J^JijT^i^ 


*=# 


knock-ing    at  your  door.     0 sin -ner,  why  don't  you 

rt)* 


H 


^e * 


S3 


i 


P^? 


; 


_.  .__o  c i I     ..»_    I I.  i K*     j_ 


an  -  swer?  Some-bod- y's  knock-ing    at    your     door. 


if  fiff  ci^h=^ 


3 


I 


Si 


Chorus 


w 


-M-# 


1.  Knocks  like  Je-sus,  Some-bod-y's  knock-ing  'at  your  door. 

2.  Can't  you  hear  Him?  Some-bod-y's  knock-ing  at  your  door. 

3.  An    -   swer  Je-sus,  Some-bod-y's  knock-ing  at  your  doer. 


m 


v:i,'[>  _ 


m 


Knocks  like  Je-sus,  Some-bod-y's  knock-ing  at  your  door* 


Knocks  like  Je-sus,  Some-bod-y's  knock-ing  at  your  door* 
Can't  you  hear  Him?  Some-bod-y's  knock-ing  at  your  door. 
An   -   swer    Je-sus.  Some-bod-y's  knock-ing  at  your  door. 
•#:  -#■  :£  It.         it     it 


I 


'/l^      - 


n  in  p  p  n 


^ 


@  1927,  Hampton  Institute 


The  Ash  Grove 

&    pj.    J,    J,  * 


59 


Welsh  Folk  Son* 


The  ash-grc^e,how_grace^t4>  how  plain -ly 'tis. 

My  laugh -ter   is —  o  -  ver,  my  step    Los  -es_ 


speak  -  ing,  The  harp  thro!_  it_  play  -  ing   has 
light  -ness,  Old  coun  -  try-  side  meas-ures  steal 


lan-guage  for  me;    When-ev-  er  the_Ught  thro*  its 
soft     on    my  eav,        I     on*  ly  re  -  mem-ber  the 


branch -es_  is —  break- ing,    A    host   of _  kind, 
past    and_  its—  bright-ness,  The  dear  ones_  I 


fac  -  es    is  gaz-ing  on  me;  The -friends  of_  my. 
mourn  for  a -gain  gath-er  here.  From_out  of_the. 


\h  L    i  Ji  | 

Gm|             _j—       J 

g    jj     | 

ft — rtff^ 

'§>    '   jf  ■ 

a  iJJJ  I 

child-hood  a-gain  are_be-'fore  me,  Each  step  wakes. a. 
shad-ows  their  bv-  ing  -looks  greet  me.  And  wlst-ful  -ly_ 


mem-'ry  as  free -ly    I  roam;  With  soft  wht s -pcrs_ 
search-ing  the  leaf-y  green  dome,     I    find  otn  -er — 


la  -  den,   its  leaves   rus-tle o'er  me,    The 

fac  -  es   fond  bend  -  ing_ to greet  me,    The 

8*  F  ,         C7        F 


ash -grove,_ the_  ash-grove  a-lone  Is  my  home- 
Descam  by  Jonet  E.  Tobitt;  used  by  permission  Girl  Scouts,  U.  S.  A. 


60 


Evening  Skies 


Evelyn  Thompson  Towl* 


t,  pp  -«—     ;— —  tvelyn  Thompson  Towl 

Aujjir  ru  J  r  nr  i'ir  rr  r 


Evening  skies!  Sunrise!  Lakes  and  rushing  wa-ter;  Make  all  things  urv 
Star-ry  skies!  Moonrise!  Far,    e  -  ter-nal  heavens;  Take  a -way    my 

W/th  qrandeur 


love-ly  from  my  soul  de-part;Purple  mountains  rising  high!  Trees  a- 
smallness,  make  melongtogrow;  Vast-ness  of  the  u-ni-verse!Timeless- 


gainst  the  sky;  Life  is  beautiful  because  God  speaks  within  my  heart! 
ness  of  space;  Life  is  wonderful  because  God  speaks  within  my  soul!  , 

Copyright  by  Evelyn  T.  Towle.   Used  by  permission. 

Witchcraft  Morgoreft  Snyder 


Of  there  were  witch-craft    I'd  make  two  wish- es,      A  wind-ing  road  that 
(.And  then   I'd  wish    for      a  blaz-ing  camp-fire,    To  wel  -  come  me  when 


beck-ons  me  to     roam,  (But  m  'his  real  world      there   is     no 

I'm  re-turn-  ing  home.    lOurfond-est  day-dreams  must  be  the 


witch-craft,  and  gold-en  wish-es  do  not  grow  on  trees, 
mag-ic    to  bring    us    back  these  hap-pymem-o-  ries.    Mem-'ries  that 


Copyright.    Uted  fey  | 


Happy  Days 


Round 


Hap-py  days    to    all   those  that  we    love! — Hap-py 


v  v..i|3       — 

;    ^        J   ^  *    —  J —  t^     J  M  M~    m i  •     m      *w      jQ        pi      I 


them  that  love  those  that  love  them  that  love  those  that  love 


6! 


The  Bugle  Note 


fiut'etty    mf 


German   Folk  Melody 


The  wood-lands  sleep  in  si  -  lence  deep-,  Not 
From  camp  re -mote,  a  bu  -  gle  note-  Comes 
The  woods  re -peat   the  ech-oes  sweet  Ohr 


*■— j •• m r~i ^ss 

e'en  a  leaf  is  stirred,  Not  e'en  a  leaf  is 
thru  the  night  so  still,  Comes  thru  the  night  so 
lake, from  glen  andhill,      Oto  lakefrom  glcnand 

■*■ 


stirred.  The  bird's  at  rest  with -In  its  nest,  And 
still.       And  all  a -round  the  echoes  sound  Oer 
hill.      The  soft  re-frain  comes  back  a- gain  And 


not  a  sound  is  heard.  Andnot  a  sound  is  heard, 
field  andfor-cst  hill.   O'er  field  and  for-  est  hill, 
then  the  night  is  still.  And  then  the  niqht  is  still. 

JL~rt  i  r        i  iTY 


From    A  WORLD   OF  SON&,   Copyright,  1941,  D.  A.Y.  R  U 


62 


Cielito  Lindo 

F7 


_,    Mexican   Folk   Song 
£b  ,     F7 


From  Si-er   -  ra  Mo-re-na,Ci<£  -li-to 
De    la  Sic    -  rra  A1o  -re  -  na,C(e  -  li-to 


Lin -do,  comes  soft -ly  steal-tag, Laugh  -tag  eyes, 

JLin-do,  vie  -  nen  Sayan-do On  par  deo- 


black and ro-guish, Cle  -  li-to  Lin-do,  beau  -  ty  re- 
.   Ji  -tos ne-<?ros,  Cie  -  li-to /-in'do,  de—con-tra- 


veal-ing.. 
San -do. 


-  Ay,  ay,  ay,  ay.' 
/Ay,  ay,  ayay/- 

Bb, 


Sing,  ban-ish 
Can  ~tajy  no 


sor  -  row! lb  pass  the  hours  Uqht-ty  stag -tag,  Cie- 

llo  -  res Pon-que,  cantan-do  seji/e-granjCig- 


li  -to  Lin  -do,  giad  -  dens  the  mor-row.. 
ci-lo  JLin-dOj  los co  -ra-zo  -nes. 

2.    In   the   air   brightly  flashing,    Cielito    Lindo,   flies   Cupid's 
feather, 
In  my  heart  it  is  striking,  Cielito  Lindo,  wounding  forever. 

£.  Una  flecha^en  el  aire,  Cieido  Lindo,  lanzd '  Cupldo 
y  como  fue'Jugando,  Ciglito  lindo,  yo  fid '  ec  Aerido. 


Whippoorwill 


Anne  H.Chapin 
Kent,  Conn. 


Gone  to  bed  is  the  set-ting  sun,Night  is  com- tag  and 
3. 


day  isaorK,Wh\p-poor-\vill,vvhtp-poor-will,hasjUst  be-gun. 

Written  at  First  Girl  Scout  Training  School,  Long  Pond.  Mass.,  1921 


63 


English 


^^Cuckoo-iiotek) 


Austria 


Oh,  I  went  to  Pe -tar's  flow-tng  spring  Where  the 
Af-ter  Eas-ter  come  sun-ny  days  That  will 
When  IVe  mar-ried  my    maid -en  Fair    What  then 


wa-ters  so  good;  And  I  heard  there  the  cue-  koo  As  she 
melt  allthesnowfThcn  I'll  mar-  ry  my  maiden  fain  We'll  be 
can    I  de-sire?  Oh,  a  home  for  her  tend-ing  Andsome 


called  from  the  wood- 
hap  -  py    I    know.    Ho-/i  -ah,  no-ie-r>a/i-/ji'/u'-ah 
wood  for  the  fire. 


Ho'/d-rah  cuc-koo.  Ho'lc-rah-hl-hi-ahJ-fo'tc-rahcuc-koo. 


Ho'lc'rah-hL-hl-ahfHo'lc-rahcuc-koo^o-lz-rah-hl'hL-ah-ho. 

A -Patter  on  knees;    I-  Slap  knees;     2  -  Clap  hands;    3-Snap  fingersj 
B-  Snap  fingers  once  on  first  verse,  twice  on  second,  and,  three  times 
on  third  verse.    (^Repeat  and  snap  four,    five,  etc.) 
@  Copyright  1953,  Cooperative  Recreation  Service,  Inc.,  Delaware,  Ohio 


Alouette 


/lttecjre.{to 


French  -Canadian 


A-lou-et-te;gen-tille  A-lou-ct-te,  A-lou-et-te, 


<Je    te  plu-me-rau    l.Je  te  plu-me-rai  Za.  /eYc, 


Je  te  plu-me-rai  La  tcic^  Et  la  tete,  et  la  tete,  Oh! 

Z.  Ze  bee  4-.  /e  dos  6.  /Le  cou 

3.  Jic  ncx  S.  Zuls  patter 


64 


The  Happy  Plowman 


£pg.  by  Mrs.  Albart  Magnason 


Swedish   Folk    Sonq 
Arr.  by   Leonhard  Deutseh 


Ncctr  a  home  in  a  wood,with  a  horse  vcr-y  good,  A  poor  young  farm-er 
In  the  house  near  the  woodwhere  the  farmer  stood/Thcre  lived  his  help-mate 


5milcd  as  he  stood;  Look-ing  down  at  his  plow,  In  his  heart  was  a 
iovc  -  ly  and  good)  As  shecooked  and  she  stirred^he  was  glad  that  she 


qlowtThen  he  sang  as  he  plowed  the  row:  ., 

rW  And  she  echoed  Vvy  word:  H<19^^ 


We'll  dance  un-til  the  sun  comes  up!"  Thus  he  sang  as  he  plowed. and  \\q 

Thus  she  sang  as  she  stirr*d,andsht 


smiled  as  he  sang,  While,  the  woods  and  the  wel  -kin  rang. 
smiUd  as  she  sang, 


Copyright,  l»*0,  by   C«op*rahv«    Rcci*caU*n  Servtc* 


Came  A-riding 

English  by  Martha  C.  R<vmscy 


65 


Czech 


(Came  a-rid-tng  on    a  day,  Zum-ta-di ~ya-di-ya; 
( Siat-orjaun-ty,  bold  and  gay,  *  *  ' 

|         LaJ  UK  la  La 


Zum-ta-dL-ya-di-ya,HEY!  Zum-la-di-ya-dl-ya,  Zum-ta-di-ya-da^ 

a-    la  U.         ^aJ  loj.        J)    KlaAl^|)|   \  rf-r- — fa 


Zum  -ta-dl-ya-dl-ya,  zum-ta-dl-ya-da)     Zum  -ta-dl-ya 

U]  la]  .       la L   la.     la      la     ■       LtaJ)  la  jgk    la  laj |    I 


di-ya,zum-ta-dl-ya-da^  J£um-ta-di  -  ya  -  di  -  ya. 

2.0ft  he  asked  In  manner  bold...  How  could  I  this  wreath  with -hold? 
&  This  little  heart  I'd  give  to  you... Could  1  be  sure  your  own  were  true. 


Danish  Toast 


Han  Skal  Leve 


Han  skal  le-ve,  Han  skal  le-ve,  Han  skal  le  -ve,  hojt  hur-ra! 

Et>    '  A^  k.  Fm.  ,         B^ 


^l,rlJrJr|p.pJ.'fe 

*J  U.._    __      I __       I ._      L I I    U.. 


Hur-ra,  hur-ra,  hur-  ra,  hur-ra,  hur-ra  !  Hur-ra,  hur -ra,  hur- 

&b         t  E?, E^ 


jd.p-Wj  jijij  j  JjJ^ij  Jp-p 


ra,  hur-ra,  hur-ra!  Han  skal  le -ve,  Han  skal  le-ve,  Han  skal 
B^.     E?     Eb a&     bp F> 


f\      I  BP,  EP  EP  AP  B? EP 


le-  ve,  hojt  hur-ra!          Bra  -  vo,  bra  -  vo,  bra-vo,  bra-vis-si-mo, 
E*> A> _Bj> Ep         EP.  aP. 


t^PS 


'.MJlJ'J'J' 


W 


Bra  -  vo,   bra  •  vo,   bra-vis-si-mo,      Bra-vo,  bra-vis-si-mo, 
B& Ej> Ep  |  Ap  By  Ep  D.C 


./)     I     B  Et> EP  •  A*>  B» E_P 

^J'J»J'J^gIJ|J>X?J'ljlJlJlJ 

bra-vo,  bra-vis-si -mo,   Bra  •  vo,   bra  •    vo,  bra-vis-si -mo. 


66 


Olof  Thunma?i,i 

Eng.  version   by  K.F.  R. 


Hiking  Song 


Swedish  FoUctune 


0'er_  dew -la-den  hills  let  us  go,     fal-le-ra! 

The old  and  the  wise  hide  their  smiles, fal-le-ra! 

There's  mti-sic  of  wind  in  the  trees,  fal-le-ra! 
Now  the  road  to  the  house  o?  my  friend,  fal-le-ra! 


4b  J)|  P    P  P   I   E  P  j''^^ 


Like   jew  -  els  are  the  col  -ors  that  they  show, 

They  won-der  why  we  tramp  a-long  for  miles, 

Like     or-gan  tones  the  sigh-ing  of   the  breeze, 

Is    long  and    it     has  stones  ok  ev-Yy    bend, 


Ep   1  J?  J    11=  JTJ?I  p    p  jj    ^ 


Bi 


fal-le-ra! 
fal-  le-ra! 
fal-le-ra! 
fal-le-ra! 


No sor  -  rows  will  we  bring, 

But when  the  spring  is  young, 

And  the  cares  of  ev  -Yy  day 
I'll  re  -move  them  one  by  one, 


^# 


H=i 


3 


*£=£ 


^ 


On  -  ly  hap  -  py  songs  we'll  sing,  When  o'er 
There  are  songs  that  must  be  sung,  Though  the 
Will  be  quick  -  ly  swept  a  -  way  By  the 
And  each  day     I'll  have  more  fun      On     the 


dew -la-den  hills  we  can  go,  fal-le-ra! 
old  and  the  wise  hide  their  smiles, fal-le-ra! 
mu-sic  of  wind  in  the  trees,  fal-le-ra! 
road  to  the  house  of  my  friend,  fal -le-ra! 


Lullaby  Round 


Anonymou» 


Lul-la-lul-la-by,  lul-la-by,  lul-la-by,  Sweet-ly  sing  to 


lul-la-by,  lul-la-by,  lul-la-by,  Sweet-ly  sing  to  lul-la-by. 


67 


Holla  Hi,  Holla  Ho 


English  by  Peter  Kunkel 


German 


m 


9  *v  J1  ' 

Who  comes  up  the  mead-ow  way, 

Peo  -pie  say  with  twink-iing  eyes,  Hol-lahi!  Hol-la  ho! 

On  my  sweetheart's  wed-dlng  day, 

When   I   die   my  love  dies  too; 

Hol-la 


j  jjj  ^  i  I  J  \J\hrrr 


B 


Sure-ly  'tis  my  sweet-heart  gay. 

Love  is  blind  but  age  makes  wise;  Hol-la  hi-a-ho? 

Alt  my  sweethearts  friends  ore  gay, 

They  shall  say  that  I    was  true. 

hi,  F  Hotk-lak  he|C  HollahlG7  Hol-la.  ho  C 


5he  goes  by  the    o^pen  door, 

Lit  -  tie  heed  I  when  they  tease,  Hol-lahi!     Hol-la 

But  my  hope  and  joy  are  qone. 

On  yon  hill  my  grave  shaft  be. 


Hol-la  hi  F 


Hol-la  ho  r  Hoi-,  la.  hi,  (57         a.-ho^ 


Must  not  love  me  an-y  more, 
ho! I  may  love  just  whom  I  please,  HoUd  hi  -a-ho! 

I  must  bear  my  grief  a -lone. 
ho!  For-gct-mc-not  shall  corn-fort  me. 

Music  Alone  Shall  Live 
Diz  Musici 

German    Canon 


Him-mel  und  £r      -     de  met s -sen  ver-gehn- 
All  things  shall  per -ish  from  an  -  dcr  the   sky; 


igfe^r^ea^^^f^r^t^^B 


a  -  6er  die.  A^us  -  /  -  ci,     a  -  6er  die  A4us  -i  -ci. 
Mu-sic    a -lone  shall  livc,mu-sic  a- lone  shall  live, 


mm^ 


a  -6er  die    Mus  -  i  -  ci\   6/ei-6en  6e-stchn 
Mu-sic     a  -  lone  shall  live   nev  -  er      to     die. 


68 


The  Happy  Wanderer 

Antonio.  Ridge  Frledn  W.  MSlUr 


ft    1. 

Bk 

Bb 

F7 

Bb 

WSh2      T/-. 

~rJ        * 

■Jl    «.       g 

1    <S» 

I    Love,  to  go    a-won  -dcr-Lng,  A -long  the 


moun -tain  tracks —    And  as   I    go,    I   love  to 


t       I         11  ill        ■    I  1       \    1 

rJ.       J  1  a        J     1      I  11  I  ■  I  g  J. 


sing,  My  knap-sack  on    my    baclc 

*     1     F7             |                        Bb  . .                                  F7^ k 

Val-de 

Ivy      *'\J^J   J«  Jm         1[      >■  ■■'!  ±fz 

ha  ha  ha  ha  ha  ha  Val-de  rl, Val-de 

Bb  ^ ^  Eb,  Cm        Bb        F7  Bb 


ra My  knap -sack  on  my   back.— 

2.  I  love  to  wander  by  the  stream 

That  dances  in  the  sun, 
So   joyously  it  calls  to  me, 
"Come!  Join  my  happy  song!" 

3.  I  wave  my  hat  to  all  I  meet, 

And  they  wave  back  to  me, 
And    blackbirds   call   so   loud    and   sweet 

From  ev'ry  green-wood  tree. 
wt         4.    High  overhead,  the  skylarks  wing, 

They  never  rest  at  home 
But  just  like  me,  they  love  to  sing, 

As  o'er  the  world  we  roam. 
5.    Oh,  may  I  go  awandering 

Until  the  day  I  die! 
Oh,  may  I  always  laugh  and  sing, 

Beneath  God's  clear  blue  sky! 

Copyriqht  1954  by  Bosworth  &  Co.  Ltd.,  London.  All  rights  for 
the  U.S.A.  and  Canada  assiqned  to  Sam  Fox  Publishing  Com- 
pany, inc.,  New  York,  N.  Y.  Published  for  two-part  chorus,  mixed 
voices,  male  voices,  standard  band,  and  orchestra.  Used  by 
permission. 


69 


The  Hunter 


The    hun  -  ter  winds   his  bu  -  glc  horn,  To 


horse!To  horse!Hel-lo!  Hcl-lo!  The  fier-y  coursers 


snuff  the  morn  While  throng-ing  serf  and  lord  pur. 


§te   ri J  r=j    Pi j    p  a=g> 


sue     The  ea  -  gcr  pack  in  cou  -  pies  freed  Dash 


through  the  brook,  the  briar,    the  brake,  While 


IB       ft  J— n+-  J      -T"^^^ 


f-^ — fr 


an  -  sVing  horn  and  hound    and  steed    The 

3 


for  -  est  ech  -oes  start- Una  wake.  Up  springs  from 


yor\  -  dcr  tan-gled  thorn  A  deer  more  white  than 


moun-tain  snow;  While  loud-er  rings  the  hun -ter  s 


horn,  Hark!  For  -  ward!  For-ward!  Hcl-lo!  Hcl-lo! 


From   A  T«ea$ure   Boo*  or  5oN(J5 


70 


The  Instruments    waiy  e«i»i*r.  •»« 

Arr.  by  J.G.M." 


The    vt    -    o-lln's  ring- ing  like  love 

The  clar-  i  -  net ,  the  clar-i-net  makes  dood-l«,dood-le, 


The  trump -et    is   bray -ing  ta-ta-ta  ta-ta-te-ta,ta- 


1*    ,-P"  f    If 

The  horn,  the  horn,  a  -  wakes    me 

The  drums  play  -  ing  two  tones  and   at    -  ways 


,  ly        sing  -  ing.        The     vt     -     o    -    lin's 
dood-le,dood-le  dct.       The    clar  -  i  -  net,      the , 


ta-ta  ta-ta-te-ta.      The    trump  -  et      is 


r1     ^     r—M^ 


f-      f-  ■    •      -r       *      if 

at       morn.  The     horn,  the 

the      same    tones:    five,     one,  one 


ring  -  ing     like     love  ly        song, 

plar-  i  -  net    makes  dood-le,dood-Le,dood-le  det. 


bray  •  ing  ta-ta-ta  -  ta-ta-te-ta,  ta  -  ta  -ta  ta. 


horn  a-    wakes      me         at        morn. 

five,  five,     five,      five,      five,      one. 

From  "Humor  in  Vocel  Music"  by  Julius  G.  He'ford. 

Copyright  1 946  by  Hargeil  Music  Pr«ss,  New  York.  U««o  by  fXKmission. 


71 


John  Peel 


English  Hunting  Song 


D'ye_  ken  —John  Peel  with  his  coat  so  ejay?  D'ye 
Thcn_heres  to  John  Peel  from  my  heart  and  soul ,  Let's 
D'ye_ .  ken —  John  Peel  with  his  coat  so  qay?    He 


ken  John_Pecl  at  the  break  of-day,  Dfye_  ken.  John 
drink  tohls  health,  let's_fin  -LshthebowljWe'll.folloWclonn 
lived  at_ Trout  -bcck_once  on  aday,  Now_he_lias: 


Peel  when  hesfar,  far  aAvay,  With  his  liounds  and  his  horn 
Peel  thru_tairardtfimtbi.il.  If  we  want  a  good  hunt 
gone far,  far  a-way,  We  shall  ne'er  hear  his  voice 

Chorus 


in  the  rnorn-ing.  For  the  sound  of  his  horn  brought 


me   from  my  bed,  And  the  cry  of  the  hounds  which  he 


oft-times  led;  For  Pccl's"Vicw  hal-lo!  "would  a-wak-cnthc 


dcad;  Or  the  fox  from  his  lair  in  the  morn-inq. 


M.  Sinclair 
1 


Kookaburra 


Australian  Round 


'J   'r  —r 

Koo-ka-bur-ra  sits  on  an  old  gum  tree,  Mer-ry,mcr-ry  kino,  of  the 


bush  b  he,  Lau9h^4<ci4xu--raJxiu^h^oo4vabur-m,<3aj/  your  life  must  be 
From   the    DITTY    BAG    by   permission   Jancr    E.   Tobbitt. 


72 


Zum  Gali  Gali 


"Palestine 


1. 
S. 
3. 

A.. 


He-cha-lutz  U  'man    a-vo-dah: 

A-vo-dah    U  'man   he-cha-lutz; 

He-cha-latz   U  'man  ha-b'tulah; 

Ha-sha-lom    U  'man    ha'a-mim; 


A-vo-dah  U  'man  he-cha-lutz. 

He-cha-lutz  U  >mar\  a-vo-dah. 

Ha-b'tulah  U  'man  he-cha-lutz. 

Haa-mtm  U  'man  ha-sha-lom. 


Zum  aa-li  ga-li  aa-li,Zum  qa-U  cja  -  li. 


An  approximate  translation  of  the  various   Hebrew   phrases: 
f.    and    2.   The    pioneer's    purpose    is    labor; 

3.  The   pioneer   is  for   his   girl; 

4.  Peace  for  all  the  nations: 

m    Pronounce:    a    as    in   father:    he    like    hay;    le    with   very   short   e- 
I  as  in  machine;  o  as  in  come;  u  as  in   rule;  ch  as  in  German   ach! 


Grasshoppers  Three 


\cunct 


Grass -hoppers  three  a-fid-  dl-inawent-,  Hey!  Hoi 


u 


^M 


i=^^ 


Nev-er  be  stilljThey  paid  no  money  io-ward their  renifiut 

3 


r  |  r  H  f  r   fiJi1  Jb 

all  day  loncj  with  el-bow  bent  "They  fid-dlcd  a  tune  called 


I 


ril  -la-by,rtl  -la -by,  Fid-died  a  tune  called  ril- la- by-rill. 


Ma  Bella  Bimba 


English  by  K.F.  R. 
Refrain 


73 


Italian    Folk  Song 


A  fa  co-mebal-U  bel-la  6im-6a,Bc/-la6im-6a,bcl-la 


XI v v -j- 1 

6  cm  -  6a,  Ma  co-mc  6al-Li  6c/-  /a  6/m  -  6a  Co-rntz 

A 


tm 


^^ 


yi44i4kffS$>±*±H* 


J. Guar-da  cAe pas  -set     L a   vll  -la- 
Sal-Ufiat-U  Sen/  s.  Dan-saalmat-  ti  -  no    Dan-sa^  aUa 
l.Hcre  comes  my  vil-lagc  girl,  She  dan-cos 

2.  Mornings  she  loves  to  dance,  Noon- day  or 


net '-  la  A  -  gi-  lc_c  sncl  -  lay  Sa-bcn  6al-larf 
scr-ra  Sem-pre leg •  ge.r  -  ra,  Sexn-bra.  \o-larf 
by  you;  All  must  ad-mtre^  her,  Grace-fuldc-liaht. 
cve-ninq;  Light  as  a  swal-lows  wing  She  seems  to  Yly. 

English  Refrain: 

Oh,    how    she    dances,    bella    bimba, 

bellci   bimba,   bella    bimba, 
Oh,    how    she    dances,    bella    bimba, 

how   she   dances  all   the   day. 


74 


Marching  to  Pretoria 


English  by  Josef  Marals 
Wiih  spirit 


South  African  Folk  5ona; 
At, 


I  'm  with  you  andyou're  with  me,  And  so  we  arc 
We  have  food,  the  food  is  good.  And  so  we  will 
x>  A7 


all  to-geth-er,   So     we     are   all  to-geth-er, 
eat  to-cjeth-er,    So     we    w ILL  eat  to-gcth-er, 


«-.      ..,„ „    in     J.L        'a,     i«     «:„.■  ..,:u.   ~,„     I'll 


So     we   arc  ail   to-geth-er.   Sing  with  me,  I'LL 
So     we  wllL  eat  to-geth-er.   When   we  eat, 'twill 


sing   with  you,  And  so     we  wilL  sing  to-geth-er, 
be      a     treat,  And  so     let    us  sina  to-geth-er, 

Em  A7  D  RefraiH 


As      we      march     a  -   Long. 

<5  D 


We  arc 


march  -  ing      to      Pre   -  to  -  ri  -  a,. 

At,  .  d 


to-ri  -a, Pre -to-ri- a,„ We  arc  march-Lng 

X>       ,       ,         ,  ,Em,        _  A7, |      P_ 

— ©■ 

'to  Pre-to-ri-a, Pre -to-  n-a,  hur-rah! 

from   Songs   From  the  Veld    by  Josef  Marais,  Copyright,   1942, 
by  G.  Schirmer,   Inc.  by  permission. 


Note:  To  sing  in  parts,  let  half  the  group  sing  a  third  below 
the  tune  all  the  way  except  where  small  notes  are  given  for 
the   second    part. 


75 


Morning  Comes  Early 


Kotherine  Davif 
P 


Slovokian  Folk  Song 
mf 


Morn-ing  comes  ear-ly   and  bright  with  dew,        Un-deryour 
Why    do    you     lin-gerso     long      in     bed?         O-penyour 


in-dow    I  sing    to    you.     Up,  then,  mycom-rade,  up,  then,  my 
'in-dow  and  show  your  head.    Up,  then, with  singing,  up, then,  with 


«    '    d*  S' 
com-rade,    Let  us    be    greet-ing       the  morn     so     blue, 
singing,    0  -  ver  the   mead-ows    the    sun    comes  red. 

FiWTen  Folk  Sonjs  ond  Ballads!'©  1931,  E.  C.Schirnw.  By  permission 


Land  of  the   Silver  Birch 


N.C.L.,  Camp    Ahmck,l940 

ft    '-#> — K 

ft   •    9 • m— — • ■ n rr- 

-m- 

Land  of  the  sll-ver  birch,  Home  of  the 
My  heart  grows  sick  for  thee  Here  in  the 
High      on     a    rock-y    ledge,   I'll  build  my 


becv  -ver,  Where  still  the  miqht-y  moose  Wan -ders  at 
low-lands  1  shall  re -turn  to  thee,  Hills  of  the 
wig  -warn  Close  by  the  wa-ters  edge  51  -  lent  and 


P    y  •  >; 


w     ,'.     Blue   lake  and  rock-y  shore,     I     will  rc- 
nortn.  J 

still. 


turn  once  more.  Boom  de  de  boom,boom,Boom  de  de 


boom,  boom,  Boom    de  dc  boom,  boom,  Boom. 


76 


Trans,  by    Marcus   Krog 


Mountain  Cottage 


Norwegian  Folk  Song 


Way  up  in  the  moun-tain  be- hind  a  birch 
So  -#ci  -  e  ty  suf-fers  from  fac-tionand 
And  if  they  should  come  to  my  cot-tage  some 


grove,  I've  built  me  a  rus-tic  and  sweet  Lit -tie 
fear.  But  such  tilings  do  nev-ercome  my  cot-tape 
day,  With  song  and  with  laughter  I'll  chase  them  a- 


near.   Tra-la-la- la- la-la,  Tra-la-la- la-la -la 


I've  built  me  a  rus-tic  and  sweet  lit -tie  cov<z. 
But  such  things  do  nev-er  come  my  cot-tage  near. 
With  song  and  with  laughter  Pllchase  them  a-way. 


From   A  World  of  Song,  Copyright,  1941,  O.  A.Y.P.  L. 


Morning,  Evening 

■%■  Second  voice,  en&ers 


Morn4ng,ev-ning/ioon  and  night,  For  allThy  gifts  we  thanUThee,  Lord. 


E??'I*MJ?-  to  to***  a 


Over  the  Meadows 

C G 


77 

Czech 


if  1  j  p  j   r  i J  j  j   i  p  p 


K 


O  -  ver  themcad-ows  green  and  wide  Bloom-ing  in  the 
Sweet  is  the.  air  with  new-mown  hay,  Cool-  ing  in  the 
Dt         .  ,  .     ,         G_  g 


Jtf  I     i      h         b    k  z     ^   z    i     , 


sun  -  lLght,Btaottyn-ig  *m  thesun-light,  O-vcr  the  meadows 
twi-light?  Cool-ing  inthetwi-light,5wcct  is  the  air  with 

Am      D7         6 


*.  u       v-l 5£ Si Mm       t->/         vj 


green  and  wide,  Off  we  go  a-roam-ing  side  by  side, 
new -mown  hay,  As  we  homeward  go  dt  close  of  day.  "• 


i  |  i  j-  j  j^^^ih 


*=&. 


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Stream- lets  down  mountain  go,Turc  from  the  winter  snow, 

.,       C  D7l         .         .  ,      G  Di 

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K    h    I 


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^ 


§ 


Join -ing,  they  swift-ly  go,   Sing-ing   of  life  so  free. 

G 


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S 


^^ 


±rf= 


Stream-lets  down  mountain  go,  Pure  from  the  winter  snow, 
c  Div  g 


I 


^ 


inn 


^=f 


? 


Join -ing,  they  swift -l\/ go,   Call-incj     to  me! 

From  SiMGiNG  America,  by  permission. 

Lovely  Evening 


Oh,  how  lovc-ly  is  the  eve-ning,is  the  evening, 


ir  rir  <*4#4^ r ' rj  rirr-f-i 


When  the  bells  are  swcct-ly  ring-ing,swcet-ly  ring-ing! 


fe^=y^^-qj,_jjc=4^^ 


Ding,   dong,    dincj,     dong,    ding,     dong! 


78 


Hungarian  Round 


Eng.  by  Betty  Askwitb  ^Succeed/ 


ig   voices   e.nce.r 


Sweet  the  eve-nlng  air  of  May,  Soft  my  cheek  ca-ress-ina; 


I 


^r  j,  J)  j  J'  p    J    I  Jl  %  ^S^i 

Sweet  the  un-seen  ti-lac  spray  With  its  sccnt-ed  blcss-Lng 


(I  j  j  j  jrnNp»=pf 


White  and  ghost -ly  in  the  gloom  Shine  the  ap-ple 


p  i  1  I    i  h  f  i  ^ 


trees    in    bloom,     (Ap-ple  trees  in  bloom.) 

From  Kent  Countv  Song  Book.  Permission  Movdio  $  Co., London 


Mistah  Rabbit 


Virginia  Folk  Song 


.  ..  •'   .'•' — .   !  .  .  .  - .    ".   7~ZZ  •  • ..   ..  ,  <    r        ...     ,       .« 


"  Mis-tah  "Rab-bit,Mis-tahRab-bit,  Yo'ears  might-y  long! 


wm 


_^  Chorus 


FFr   J 


r — f  r  b  " 


Yes,mah  Lawd,  dey  put  on  wrong'!-    Ev-Vy  li-'l  soul  must 


shine, shine,shtne._  Ev-Vy  li-'l  soul  mustshine^shin^shine. 

2.  "Mistah   Rabbit,   Mistah   Rabbit,  yo'   foot   mighty  red" 
"Yes,  Mah  Lawd,  I'm  almost  dead"   (Chorus) 

3.  "Mistah  Rabbit,  Mistah  Rabbit,  yo'  been  in  my  cabbage 
patch." 

"Yes,  Mah  Lawd,  but  I'm  never  comin'  back." 
(Hum  the  Chorus) 

4.  "Mistah  Rabbit,  Mistah   Rabbit,  yo'  tail   mighty  white" 
"Yes,  Mah  Lawd,   an'  I'm  getting  out  o'  sight"   (Chorus) 


79 

Let  Us  Sing  Together 

J[  Adapted    from   Ci«ch  Folk  Tuna 


Let  us  sing  to-gcth-or,  Let  us  sing  to-geth-er,  One  and 

2 


alt  a  joy  - ous  song.  Let  us  sing  to-  geth  -  er, 


One  and  alt  a  joy  -ous  song.  Let  us  sing  a-gain  and 


a-  gain ,  Let  us  sing  a-gain  and  a-qaln,Let  us  sing  a- 


galn  and  a-galn,  One  and  all   a  joy  -  ous  song. 

Toviska 

Moravian     Folk  Sonq 

i  -.  oh 


^#^M-J^ 


To-vts-ka,To-vis-ka,  Cas-tlcs  in  To-vis-ka, 
To- vis -ka,To-vis-ka,    I  will  sing  To-vis-ka, 

F7 F7 F  i     F7 


r^l-^^^p^^^ 


Were  there  no  las-sics  I'd  ne'er  be  a     sol-  dicr. 
Sweet -heart  at  home  I  will  nev-er  for-get    you. 


Hoo-ya,     hoo  -ya-ya,  Hoo-ya,    hoo-ya-ya, 

F  F7.        ^  ,  Bb  F7         B>> 


Hoo-ya,       hoo-ya-ya,    Va    -  ya-y< 

Pron.    "Toh-vish-ka".    Clap    hand*    on    kneei    on    'Hoo'.    clap 
handstoge+her  on   'ya',   except  clap   knee*  on   '*ya'. 


White  Sand  and  Gray  Sand 


Round 


White  *^  and  gray  tantyboiibuy  try  v&'ili  wivi>Whcl!buy  my$ray*mdf 


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This  Old  Man 


Irish  Folk  Song 


^^"fryT^-r  ify^ 


This  old  man,  he  plays  one,  He  plays  knick-knack 


ymm  i    i  g-f- jjjj 


on     my    thumb.     Knick-knack,  paddy  wad-dy, 


iiiJr      1    iiJt^li^l^ 


n 


Sing  a  lit  -tic  song.~7his  oldman  goes  march-ing  a-lona. 

**  «ung  by  Mrs.  Beatrice  McLairt;  learned  from  h«r  father. 

This  old    man,   he   plays  two, 

He  plays  knick-knock  on  my  shoe. 

Three — on  my  tree 

Four— on    my   door 

Five — on   my  hive 

Six — on    my   sticks 

Seven — -on    my    devon 

Eight — on   my  pate 

Nine — on    my    line 

Ten — now  and  then 


Sim  Sala  Bim 


lum  j'  j)  j'  p  p  \ 


Denmorlc 


1.  High         in  o     tree      a      crow-ow-aw, 

2.  Then        came     a     wick-ed      hun-ter,      a- 


\  j)  jtjui  j)  wmm  jumu 


m 


$ 


Sim     so- la -bim      bam   boom,  sc  *  la -du.    sa-la-dim! 


m  I  J)if  un-ii 


£ 


High      in        a    tree     a  crow-ow-ow 
Then  came     a    wick-ed    hun-ter      a 


sat. 
long. 


3.  He  shot  that  poor  old   crow-ow-ow-  .  .  .  dead. 

4.  Then  came  a  pretty  maiden  a-  .  .     long. 

5.  She  took  that  poor  old  crow-ow-ow  .  .  .  home 
6    Now  comes  the  happy  ending  .  .  .  soup! 


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Weggis  Song 

S  odapt«d  by  A.  0.2. 


Swiss 


From  Lu-cerne  to  Wcq-gis  on. 

O'er  the  rnoun-taln  trail  well  go,  Hd-di-ri-di-a,bol-di-rL-ci, 

Weg-cjls  leads  to  the  high-est  'hill, 


Care  and  la-bor  now  arc  gone, 

See  the  deep  ra -vine  be -low.    Hol-di-ri-dL-a,hol-di-a, 

6ive  a  eheer,  boys, with  a  will, 

L-/| 


Hol-di  -  ri.  -  di  -  a,  hot-di-rl-dt  -  a,  hol-di-ri-a, 

J      ,     J i         k     ,    L L     b       L       J\ 


Hot  -  di  -ri  -  di-a>  hol-di-rl-di-at  hoL-di-a. 

From  Folk   Son6S  and  Ballads,  Set  III,    Copyright  E.CScHirmar 

Vreneli 


Trans,  by  V.  M.S 


Swiss 


"O  Vrc-ne-l i/ny  prct-ty  one, Fray  tell  mc  wheres  your  home! 


My  home,  it  is  inSwit-rcr-land.lts  made  of  wood  andstonc; 


stone?  Vo.ho.ho.Tra  la,la,la; \6,  no.ho.Tna  ld,la,la;Vb,  ho. 


ho,Tna  la,la,la;\d,hoiho,TTO  la,lo,La;>tc>.ho,ho,Trci  la. la  .la; 


\o,  ho,l^,Trula,la,la;N6.ho,ho,Tra,la.la,la;  V6,ho,ho. 

'O  Vrenali,  my  pretty  oni,  "O  Vranell,  my  pretty  one, 

Prav  tell  me  wniri'i  your  heart?"  Pray  tell  me  whtrt'i  your  head—' 

"O,  that  "  the  »aid.  "I  qava  away,  "O,  that  I  alto  gave  away. 

lut  gtill  I  faal  it  »mart."  It'l  with  my  haart."  tha  laid. 

— From  the  DITTY  EAG.  by  Janet  Tobbitt.  u»ed  by  permiuion 


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Walking  at  Night    c_h 


oik  Sonq 


Walk-ing  at  night  a-lona  the  mead-ow  way,  Home  from  the  dance 
bc-side.  mv^maid-en  qay.  Watk-inq  at  niqht  a-lona  th< 


ing  at  night  a -long  the 


me-ad-Ow  way,  Home  from  the  dance  be -side  my  maiden  gay.  Hey! 


Sto-do-la,sto-do-la,sto-do-la,pum-pa,Stodo-la,pum-pa, 

■       L    M2H     L 

> 

L       > 

L        >l-Z)5.  1 

eJ        J    J    • 

' — 5 

1'  J  'ill    5^S^5 

— « 

« 

• 

sto-do-la,pum-pa;    Sfco  -do-la,putn-pa,  pum,  pum,  pum. 


2.  Nearing    the    wood    we    heard    the    nightingale, 
Sweetly  it  helped   me  tell   my  begging   tale;    (2) 

3.  Many  the  stars  that  brightly  shone  above, 

But  none  so  bright  as  her  one  word  of  love;   (2) 
Used   bv  permission  of  A.  D.  Zanzig 


1  JL/>  AtUgro 


Alleluia 


Mozart,  Adapted  by  H.  R.Vtf 


At  -  le  -  lu  -  la,  al  -  le  -  la  -  la, al « le  - 


lu-ta,al-le  -  lu  -  la,     Al  -le-lu  -la,al  -le  -  lu- 


ta. 


at  -  le  -  lu  -   la,  al-le  -  lu  -   la, 


At  -  le  -  lu  -  la,     al  -  le    -  I  if 


ia. 


From  Rounds- and    Canons,  Copyright,  I9A3,  Ky  Hall  and  McCreary  Co. 
Used  by  &p*cUU  permission. 


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CANDLE  FLAMING 

56A   (Service,   Adapted)  Schattachneider 

Candle    flaming,    my    heart   naming 

Christ  the   Lord    of  all; 
Jesus,  Savior,  mine  forever; 

I   have  heard  Thy  call. 


Candle   glowing,   my   heart  knowing 

I    should    follow    Him. 
Jesus  leading,   guiding,   pleading, 

"Let  no  light  be  dim." 


Candle  gleaming,   my  face  beaming, 

Let  me   rise   and   go, 
Whiie  He  leads  me,  where  He  needs  me 

In    His  world    below. 


Candle   glorious — Christ  victorious 

Leads   His   people  on. 
Mighty   army,    forward    journey, 

Till   the   goal   is  won. 


MORAVIAN  BIRTHDAY  HYMN 

I85A    (Covenant)  Christian    Greqor    1728-1801 

With    Thy    proscnce.    Lord,    our    Head    and    Saviour, 

Bless    us    all,    we    humbly    pray; 
Our    dear    heavenly    Father's    love    and    favor 

Bo    our    comfort    every    day; 
May    the    Holy    Ghost    in    each    proceeding 
Favor    us    with    His    most    gracious    leading; 

Thus    shall    wo    be    truly    blest, 

Both    in    labor    and    in    rest. 

(Make    this    stanza    fit    various    occasions    by    substituting    pronouns 
"hirr,"    "her,"     'them,"    etc..    and    also    "now"    for     'all". 


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COMMUNION  SERVICE 

SALUTATION 

Grace,  mercy  and  peace,  from  God  our  Father,  and  from 
the  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  be  with  you  all.  Amen. 

All  standing,  unite  in  singing: 

5I9A  (Eisleben)  German   Popular   Melody   !5th  Century 

Nutker  Balbulus  840-912.  Count  Zinzendorf,  tr. 

Most  holy  Lord   and   God, 

Holy,    almighty   God, 

Holy   and    most   merciful    Saviour, 

ihou  eternal  God; 
Grant   that   we    may   never 
Lose  the   comforts  of  thy  death: 

Have   mercy,   O   Lord 

Most  Holy   Lord   and  God, 

Holy,  almighty  God, 

Holy  and   most   merciful   Saviour, 

Thou   eternal   God; 
Bless  thy  congregation 
Through   thy    sufferings,    death,    and    blood: 

Have   mercy,   O   Lord. 

PRAYER 


The  communicants  shall   give   the  right  hand  of  fellowship  while  the 
following   lines  ore  sung: 

I85A  (Covenant)  Part  2 

Say,  "My  peace  I  leave  with  you:" 
Amen,  Amen,  be  it  so. 

I5IA*  (Passion)  Popular   Melody.   Hans  L.  Hassler  I564-I&I2 

Count   N.  L.  vonZinzendorf  1700-1760 

Draw   near  to  Jesus'   table, 

Ye  contrite  souls,  draw  near; 
The  hungry,   sick  and  feeble 

Are    made    most   welcome   here: 
Let  Jesus'  death  engraven 

Upon  your  hearts  remain; 
Thus  here,  and  there  in  heaven, 

Eternal  life  you  gain. 


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All    standing,    the    Minister   shall    consecrate    the    bread,    saying: 

Our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  the  same  night  in  which  he  was 
betrayed,  took  bread,  and,  when  he  had  given  thanks,  he 
brake  it,  and  gave  it  to  his  disciples  and  said:  Take,  eat;  this 
is  my  body  which  is  given  for  you.  This  do  in  remembrance 
of  me. 

22P   (Hamburg)  Gregorian    Melody 

James    Montgomery    1771-1854    (1833) 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On   which   the   Prince   of   glory   died, 

My   richest  gain    I    count   but   loss, 

And    pour  contempt  on   all   my   pride. 

Forbid    it,    Lord!   that   I    should    boast, 

Save    in    the    death    of    Christ,    my    God; 

All   the   vain   things  that  charm   me   most, 
I   sacrifice   them  to   his   blood. 

See,    from    his    head,    his    hands,    his    feet, 
Sorrow    and    love    flow    mingled    down; 

Did   e'er   such   love   and   sorrow    meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

Were   the  whole   realm   of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a   present  far  too  small; 
Love   so   amazing,    so   divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

I59A    (Worship)  German    Popular   Melody 

C.    R.   vonZinzendorf    17271752 

Bishop  C.   Gregor   1723-1801 

Bishop   Philip   Molther,   tr.    1714-1780 

'Tis   the    most    blest    and    needful    part 

To    have    in    Christ   a    share, 
And    to   commit   our  way   and    heart 

Unto  his  faithful  care: 
This    done,    our    steps    are    safe    and    sure, 
Our  hearts'   desires  are   rendered    pure, 
And    naught   can    pluck   us  from    his   hand, 

Which    leads    us   to   the    end. 

My    only    joy    and    comfort   hero 

Is  Jesus'    death    and    blood; 
I    with    this    passport    can    appear 

Before    the    throne    of    God- 
Admitted    to   the    realms   of   bliss, 
I   then   shall   see    him    as   he   is, 
Whore   countless   pardoned    sinners   meet, 

Adoring   at  his  feet. 


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I68A  (Zurich)  Homburg,  Alt.  by  Jacobi 

Jesus,  Source  of  my  salvation, 

Conqu'ror  both  of  death  and  hell, 
Thou  Who  didst,  as  my  Oblation, 

Feel  what  I  deserved  to  feel, 
Through  Thy  suff'rings,  death  and   merit, 

I  eternal  life  inherit; 
Thousand,   thousand  thanks  to  Thee, 

Dearest  Lord,  for  ever  be. 

Lord/  I'll    praise  Thee  now  and   ever, 

Who  for  me  wast  crucified; 
For  Thy  agony,  dear  Savior, 

For  Thy  wounds  and   pierced   side, 
For  Thy  love,  so  tried,  unending, 

For  Thy  death,  all  deaths  transcending, 
For  Thy  death   and   love   divine, 

Lord,    I'll    be   for   ever  Thine. 


II9A    (Trochaic)  Joh.   E.   Schmidt 

Count  N.   L.  vonZinzendorf   1700-1760 


Bread  of  Life,   Bread  of  Life, 
Christ  by  Whom  alone  we  live; 

Bread  that  came  to  us  from  heaven, 
My  poor  soul  can  never  thrive 

Unless  Thou  appease  its  craving; 

Lord  I  hunger  only  after  Thee, 
Feed    Thou    me,    feed   Thou    me. 

O  how  great,  O  how  great 

Are   the   blessings  we  derive 
From  the  fullness  of  our  Savior; 

They  who  Him  by  faith  receive, 
And   desire  to  taste   His  favor, 
From    this    source    may   freely    take    always 

Grace  for  grace,   grace  for  grace. 


When   the   bread   has   been   distributed,  the   communicants   shall   rise 
and  the  Minister  shall  say: 


Our    Lord    Jesus   Christ    said,    Take,    eat;    this    is    my    body 
mich   is  given  for  you. 

SILENT  PRAYER 


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Then    the   minister  shall   say.  a-  j   the  -.Tnmunicants  respond: 


By   thy  divine   presence,   by  thy   holy  sacraments,    by   all  the 
merits  of  thy  life,   sufferings,   death  and   resurrection. 

BLESS   AND   COMFORT    US     GRACIOUS   LORD  AND   GOD.    AMEN. 


151 A   (Passicn  Chorale)  Hans  L.   Hassler    (1610) 

The   Rev.  John    Praetorius    1738-1782 

Thy   blood,   so  dear  and  precious 

Love   made   thee   shed   for   me; 
Oh,    may    I    now,   dear  Jesus, 

Love  Thee  most  fervently; 
May   the   divine   impression 

Of   thy    atoning    death, 
And    all    thy   bitter   passion, 

Ne'er    leave    me    while    i've    breath. 
AH  standing,   the   Minister  shall   consecrate  the  wine,  saying: 

After  the  same  manner  al:o  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  took 
the  cup,  when  he  had  supped,  gave  thanks,  and  gave  it 
to  his  disciples,  saying:  Drink  ye  all  of  it;  this  is  my  blood, 
the  blood  of  the  New  Testament,  which  is  shed  for  you  and 
for  many,  for  the  remission  of  sins.  This  do  ye,  as  oft  as  ye 
drink  it,   in   remembrance  of  me. 


58IK   (Graceham)  S.  C.  Chitty   1831-1902 

The    Rev.   A.    M.  Toplady    1740-1748 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let   me   h:de   myself  in   thee; 

Let  the  water   and   the   blood, 

From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 

Bd  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Cleanse    me   from    its    guilt   and    power 

Nothing   in   my  hand   I    bring; 
Simpiy  to  thy  cro:s   I    cling; 
Naked,    come   to   thee   for   dross, 
Helpless,   look   to  thee   for   grace, 
Foul,    I    to  the  fountain   fly; 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

While   I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When    my  eyelids  closo    in   death, 
When    I   soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
Seo  theo  on  thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  mo! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  theo. 


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8.8.8.6.    (Woodworth  William    Bradbury    1816-1868 

Charlotte  Elliott  1789-1871    (1836) 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And   that  thou    bidd'st   me  come  to  thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God!  I   come — I  come! 

Just  as   I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To   thee,    whose    blood    can    cleanse    each    spot, 
O   Lamb  of  God!   I  come — I   cornel 

Just  as  I   am;  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt    welcome,    pardon,    cleanse,    relieve; 

Because  thy   promise   I   believe, 

O    Lamb   of  God!    I   come — I   come! 


Just  as  I  am;  thy  love   unknown 
Has   broken    eve  y   barrier   down; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God!   I   come — I   come! 


269C   (Stephanos)  The    Rev.  Sir  H.   Baker.    Bart.    1821-1877   (1868) 

Frances  Havergal    1836-1879 

I  am  trusting  thee,  Lord  Jesus, 

Trusting   only  thee! 
Trusting  thee  for  full  salvation, 
Great  and   free. 

I  am  trusting  thee  for  pardon, 
At  thy   feet   I   bow; 
For   thy    grace    and   tender   mercy, 
w*  Trusting   now. 

I   am  trusting  thee  to  guide  me; 
Thou  alone  shalt  lead, 
Every  day  and   hour  supplying 
All    my   need. 

I  am  trusting  thee,  Lord  Jesus; 
Never  let  me  fall; 
I   am  trustinq  Thee  for  ever, 
And  for  all. 


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82D  (Hayn)  Herrnhut  M.  S.  Choral  Buch 

H.  Louise  von  hayn    1724-1782   (1776) 

Jesus  makes  my  heart  rejoice, 
I'm   his   sheep,   and    know   his   voice; 
He's   a   shepherd,    kind   and    gracious, 
And   his  pastures  are  delicious; 
Constant  love  to  me  he  shows, 
Yea,   my  very  name  he  knows. 

Trusting    his    mild    staff   always, 
I   go   in    and   out   in    peace; 
He  will  feed  me  with  the  treasure 
Of  his  grace  in  richest  measure; 
When   athirst   to   him    I   cry, 
Living   water   he'll   supply. 

Should   not  I  for  gladness  leap, 
Led   by  Jesus  as  his  sheep? 
For  when  these   blest  days  are  over, 
To  the   arms  of  my   dear   Saviour, 
I   shall   be  conveyed  to  rest; 
Amen,  yea,  my  lot  is  blest. 


22A    (Rhaw    L.    M.)  Aurelius   P.   Clemens 

George    Rhaw's  Schul   Gesangbuch    1544 

Count  Nicholas   L  vonZinzendorf   1700-1760 


The    Saviour's    blood    and    righteousness 
My   beauty  is,   my  glorious  dress; 
Thus    well    arrayed,    I    need    not   fear, 
When  in  his  presence  I  appear. 

The    holy,    spotless    Lamb   of  God, 
Who   freely    gave   his   life   and    blood, 
For   all    my   numerous   sins   to   atone, 
I  for  my  Lord  and   Saviour  own. 

O    King    of    glory,    Christ   the    Lord, 
God's    only    Son,    eternal    Word, 
Let    all   the    world    thy    mercy   see, 
And    bless    those    who    believe    in    thee. 


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I  IBB   (Agnus   Christi)  Grimm's  Choral    Buch    1755 

The  Rev.  John   Rambach    1693-1745 

How  great  the  bliss  to  be  a  sheep  of  Jesus, 

And   to    be   guided    by   his  shepherd-staff; 
Earth's  greatest  honors,   howsoe'er  they  please   us, 

Compared  to  this,   are  vain   and   empty  chaff: 
Yea,  what  this  world  can  never  give, 
May,    through    the    Shepherd's    grace,    each    needy    sheep 

receive. 
Here  is  a   pasture,   rich  and   never  failing, 

Here  livin.g  waters  in  abundance  flow; 
None    can   conceive   the   grace   with  them   prevailing, 

Who  Jesus'   shepherd-voice  obey  and   know: 
He  banishes  all  fear  and  strife, 

And    leads   them    gently   on    to   everlasting    life. 

In    the    case    of    individual    service,    when    the   cups    have    been    dis- 
tributed,   the    communicants    shall    rise,    and    the    Minister    shall    say: 

Our  Lord  Jesus  Christ  said,   Drink  ye  all   of  it.  This  do  ye, 
as  oft  as  ye  drink  it  in  remembrance  of  Me. 
Here  all  shall   kneel 

SILENT  PRAYER 

Then   trie   minister  shall    say,   and    the   communicants    respond: 

O  Thou   Lamb  of  God   Which  takest  away  the  sin  of  the 
world. 

GIVE  UNTO  US  THY  PEACE. 

AH  standing,   the   Minister  shall   say,  and   the  communicants  respond: 
As  often  as  ye  eat  this  bread,  and  drink  the  cup,  ye  pro- 
claim the  Lord's  death, 
UNTIL  HE  COME. 

The    communicants    shall    give    the    right    hand    of    fellowship    while 
the   following   lines  are  sung: 

22Z  (Federal   Street)  Henry   K.  Oliver    I8C0-I885 

Count   Nicholas    L.   vonZinzendorf    1700-1760 

Happy,  thrice   happy  hour  of  grace! 
I've  seen  by  faith  my  Saviour's  face; 
He  did   himself  to  me  impart, 
And   made  a  covenant  with   my  heart. 

Ah,  might  in  my  behavior  shin© 
Tho  power  of  Jesus'  love  divine, 
His  conflict  and    his  victory, 
His  seeking   and   his  finding   me. 

BENEDICTION 
In  the  Name  of  Jesus,  Amen. 


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HYMNS  FOR  LOVEFEAST 

58 1 K   (Graceham)    Prelude. 

To  be   played   by  Trombone   or   Brass  Choir  when   possible, 
otherwise   by   pianist 

CONGREGATION 

39A    (Confession)    Moravian.  L.    E.    Schiicht    1714-1769 

What   brought  us  together,  what  joined   our  hearts? 
The    pardon    which    Jesus,    our    High-priest    imparts: 
'Tic  this   which   cements  the    disciples   of  Christ, 
Who  are   into  one   by  the  Spirit  baptized. 

Is  this  our  high  calling,  harmonious  to  dwell, 
And    thus    in    sweet   concert   Christ's   praises   to    tell, 
In   peace   and   blest   union   our   moments  to   spend, 
And   live   in   communion   with  Jesus  our   Friend? 

O  yes,  having  found  in  the  Lord  our  delight, 

He   is  our  chief  object  by  day  and   by  night; 

This  knits   us  together,  no  longer  we  roam, 

We   all   have   one    Father,    and    heaven   is   our   home. 

PRAYER 

Here   may   follow   words   of  explanation,   announcements,    offering   or 

even  a    brief  devotional   message   at  the   discretion  of  the 

minister   in  charge 

CONGREGATION 

146  (Marenzo)  Johann  Crueger   1593-1662 

To   Thee,    O    God,    we    raise 

Our  voice,   in   choral   singing, 
We  come  with  prayer  and   praise, 

Our   hearts'   oblation   bringing, 
Thou   art  our  fathers'   God, 

And  ever  shalt  be  ours; 
Our   lips  and    lives  shall    laud 

Thy   name,   with    all   our   powers! 

I66A    (Pilgrimage)  Count    N.    L.    VonZinzendorf    1700-1760    (1741) 

Lord,   Jesus,   for   our   call    of   grace, 

Tc    Draiso   thy   name    in    fellowship 
Wo    humbly   meet   before  thy  face, 

And    in    thy    presence     love  fca't    keep: 
Shrd    in    on-   hearts  thy   lovo   abroad, 

Thy    Spirit's    unction    now    impart- 
Grant    we    may    all,    O    Lamb    of    God, 

In   Thee   bo   truly  one   in   hoart. 


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I59A   (Worship)  Bernstein;  Swertner,  tr.;   Benade 

We  in   one  covenant  are  joined, 

And    one   in   Jesus   are; 
With   voices    and    with    hearts    combined, 

His   praise  we  will  declare; 
In  doctrine  and  in   practice  one, 

We'll    love    and    serve   the    Lord    alone; 
With    one    accord    sound    forth    His   praise, 

Till  we  shall  see  His  face. 

We  covenant,  as  heart  to  heart, 

To   follow   Christ,   our    Lord; 
With  world  and  sin  and  self  to  part, 

And   to  obey   His  word; 
To  love  each  other  heartily, 

In  truth  and   in  sincerity, 
And   under  cross,   reproach   and   shame 

To  glorify  His  name. 

I95A   (Groeningen)  Joachin   Neander    1610-1680   (1679) 

G.  Tersteegen    1697-1769 
Bishop  F.  W.  Foster    1760-1835 

God    reveals   his   presence; 

Let  us  now  adore  him, 

And  with  awe  appear  before  him: 
Sod   is  in   his  temple; 

All   in   us  keep   silence, 

And     before     him    bow    with    reverence: 
Him   alone,   God   we   own: 

He's  our  Lord   and   Saviour: 

Praise  his  name  for  ever. 

Oh,  majestic  Being, 

Were   but  soul  and  body 

Thee  to  serve  at  all  times  ready: 
Might  we,   like  the  angels 

Who   behold   thy  glory, 
.•  With   abasement  sink  before  thee, 

And   through   grace   be  always, 

In  our  whole  demeanor, 

To  thy  praise  and  honor. 

S8IK  Graceham)  S.  C.  Chitty  1831-1902 

Frances  R.  Havergal   1836-1879  (1865) 

Jesus,  Master,  whose  I  am, 

Purchased  thine  alone  to  be, 
By  thy  blood,  O  spotless  Lamb, 

Shed  so  willingly  for  me; 


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Lot  my  heart  be  all  thin*  own, 
Let  me   liv«  to  thee  alone. 

Jesus,    Master,    I    am  thine; 

Keep  me  faithful,  keep  me  near. 
Let   thy   presence   in   me   shine 

All   my   homeward   way  to   cheer. 
Jesus,  at  thy  feet   I  fall, 
Oh,   be  thou   my  all   in  all! 


!4C  (Bedford)  C.  M.  William  Wheall   1690-1727 

Jamas  Montgomery   1771-1854  (181?) 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

Prayer  is  the   simplest  form  of  speech, 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 

The   majesty  on   high. 

O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The   life,   the  truth,   the  way! 
The   path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod; 

Lord  I  teach   us  how  to  pray. 


22F   (Hus   L.  M.)  John    Hus    1369-1415 

The  Rev.  John  Cennick  b.   1718 

Be  present  at  our  table,   Lord; 
Be   here   and   everywhere   adored; 
From   thy   all-bounteous   hand   our  food 
May  we   receive   with  gratitude. 

We  humbly  thank  thee,  Lord  our  God, 
For  all  thy  gifts  on   us   bestowed; 
And    pray  thee  graciously  to  grant 
The   food    which    day    by   day   we   want. 


Anthem  Choir 

During    the   singing    of  this  anthem   the   congregation    partakes   of  the 

elements  of  a  simple  meal  as  a  symbol  of  fellowship  with 

one  another  as  toiiowers  of  Christ 


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79A    Innsbruck)  Heinrich    Isaak    c.    1490 

6    .      The  Rev.  John  Gambold   I7II-I77I 

What  praise  to  thee,   my  Saviour, 
Is  due  for  every  favor, 

E'en  for  my  daily  food: 
Each  crumb  thou  dost  aliow  me, 
With  gratitude  shall  bow  me, 

Accounting  all  for  me  too  good. 


(Bread   of  Life)  ,Wm.-  Sherwin 

Break   Thou  the   Bread    of   Life, 

Dear  Lord,  to  me, 
As  Thou  didst  break  the  loaves 

Beside   the  sea; 
Beyond    the   sacred    page 

I    seek   Thee,    Lord; 
My  spirit  pants  for  Thee, 

O  living  Word! 

Thou  art  the  Bread  of  Life, 

O   Lord,   to  me. 
Thy  holy  Word  the  truth 

That    saveth    me; 
Give  me  to  eat  and  live 

With    Thee    above; 
Teach   me  to   love  Thy  truth, 

For  Thou  art  love. 

Bless  Thou  the  truth,   dear  Lord, 

To  me  —  to   me  — 
As   Thou    didst    bless   the    bread 

By  Galilee; 
Then  shall  all   bondage  cease, 

All   fetters   fall; 
And  I  shall  find   my  peace, 

My  All-in-all. 


68A    (Thuringia)  Adam    Drese    1620-1701 

Count  N.  L.  vonZinzendorf   1700-1760  (1721) 

Bishop  C.  Cregor   1723-1801 

Jesus!  still   lead  on, 

Til!  our  rest  be  won; 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We   will   follow,   calm   and   fearless; 

Guide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  fatherland. 


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.'{  the  way  be  drear. 

If  the  foo   be   near. 
Let   not   faithless   fears   o'ertake   us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake   us; 

For  through   many   a  foe 

To  our  home  we   go. 

When   we    seek   relief 

From   a    long-felt  grief, 
When    temptations   come   alluring, 
Make   us  patient  and   enduring, 

Show   us  that  bright  shore 

Where   we  weep  no   more. 

Jesus!   still   lead  on 

Till    our    rest    be    won; 
Heavenly   leader    still  direct  us, 
Still   support,   console,   protect   us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

h    our   fatherland. 


Anthem  Choir 


Address  in  place  of  Devotional   Message  at  beginning,  or  in  addition, 
at    the    discretion    of    the    minister    in    charge. 


I59D    (Bechler)  Bishop  John   C.    Bechler    1784-1857 

The    Rev    John   Swertner    1746-1813    (1789) 

Sing    hallelujah,    praise    the    Lord, 

S.ng    with    a    cheerful   voice; 
Exalt   our  God    with   one   accord, 

And    in    his   name   rejoice: 
Ne'er    cease    to    sing,    thou    ransomed    host, 
Praise    Father,    Son,    and    Holy   Ghost; 
Until  in  realms  of  endless  light 
Your    praises   shall    unite. 

There   we  to   all   eternity 

Shall    join   the   angelic    lays, 
And   sing   in   perfect  harmony 

To  God   our  Saviour's  praise; 
He   hath   redeemed    us   by   his  blood, 
And    made    us   kings   and    priests   to   God; 
For  us,  for  us,  the   Lamb   was  slain: 
Praise   ye  the   Lord!      Amen. 


Benediction 


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DON'T  FORGET  THESE  FAMILIAR  SONGS 

FUN  SONGS: 

I — I've    Been   Working    on   the    Railroad 

2 — I've    Got    Sixpence 

3 — John   Jacob  Jingleheimer  Smith 

A — My   Hat,    It  Has  Three   Corners 

5— Old    King    Cole   Was   a    Merry   Oid    Soul 

6 — Sarasponda     (Spinning    Song) 

7 — She'll    Be   Comin'   'Round   the   Mountain 

8 — Today    Is    Monday    (Days  of  the   Week) 

10 — There   Was    a    Tree   Stood   In    a   Wood 

1 1 — Vive    I'amour 

BALLADS: 

I— Down    in    the    Valley 

2 — Tell    Me   Why 

3 — Yoo  Hoo,  Yoo  Hoo 

ROUNDS: 

I — Hey,    Ho,    Nobody   Home 
2 — Little   Tommy  Tinker 
3 — O    How   Lovely   Is  the    Evening 
A — Row,    Row,    Row   Your    Boat 
5 — Sweetly    Sings   the    Donkey 
6 — Why   Shouldn't   My   Goose 
7— White   Coral    Bells 
8— Little    Bells    of    Westminster 
9 — Three  Blind   Mice 

SPIRITUALS: 

I — Ain't  Gonna   Grieve  My  Lord   No   Mo' 

2 — Kum   Ba   Yah 

3 — Lord,    Make    Me    More    Holy 

A — Lord,   I   Want  to   Be   a   Christian 

5— O    Won't   You    Sit   Down,    Lord 

6— Swing    Low,   Sweet   Chariot 

7 — Standin'   in   the   Need  of  Prayer 

8 — Steal   Away 

9— Were  You   There? 


INDEX 

Abide  with  Me 40    I  Bind  My  Heart  26 

All  Creatures  10    I  Know  the  Lord  55 

Alleluia 82    In  Christ  There  Is  25 

Alouette 63    Instruments  70 

Ash  Grove 59   Jesus  Calls  Us 11 

Awake,  Awake  1    John  Peel  71 

Be  Still,  My  Soul   31    King  of  Kings 53 

Be  Thou  My  Vision  35    Kookaburra   71 

Breathe  on  Me 33    Land  of  the  Silver  Birch  75 

Bugle  Note  61    Let  Us  Break  Bread 56 

Came  A-riding 65    Let  Us  Sing  Together  79 

Candle  Flaming   83    Lonesome  Valley  57 

Christ  of  the  Upward  Way  ....19    Lord,  We  Thank  Thee 27 

Christ,  We  Do  All  Adore    6    Lovely  Evening   77 

Cie li to  Lindo 62    Lullaby  Round 66 

Come,  Peace  of  God 28   Ma  Bella  Bimba 73 

Communion  Service  84   Make  Me  a  Captive 16 

Cuckoo 63   Make  New  Friends 55 

Dakota  Hymn 46   Marching  to  Pretoria   74 

Day  Is  Dying 38  Mistah  Rabbit 78 

Day  Thou  Gavest  39  Moravian  Birthday  Hymn  ....  83 

Dear  Lord  and  Father 29   Morning  Comes  Early 75 

Dona  Nobis  Pacem 31    Morning,  Evening  76 

Each  Campfire  42   Mountain  Cottage  76 

Evening  Skies 60  Move  in  Our  Midst  43 

Evening  Star 44  Music  Alone  67 

Ev'ry  Time  I  Feel   50   Nobody  Knows  50 

Ezek'el  Saw  the  Wheel    52    Now  Let  Every  Tongue  4 

Fairest  Lord  Jesus   3    Now  the  Day  Is  Over  41 

For  the  Beauty  2  Now  the  Woods  Are  Sleeping  45 

Glory,  Laud  and  Honor 13  0 Jesus,  I  Have  Promised....  15 

Go  Tell  It  on  the  Mt 54    0  Master,  Let  Me  Walk 14 

God  of  Grace 24    0  Worship  the  King   7 

God,  Who  Touchest  Earth   ..  32    0  Young  and  Fearless 20 

Grasshoppers  Three 72    Over  the  Meadows  77 

Han  Skal  Leve   65  Praise  and  Thanksgiving   ..41 

Happy  Days 60    Praise  for  Bread 33 

Happy  Plowman   64    Praise  to  the  Lord  8 

Happy  Wanderer   68    Prayer  for  Vespers 37 

He  Who  Would  Valiant  Be  ..  18    Rise  Up,  0  Flame  22 

He's  Got  the  Whole  World    ...51    Rise  Up,  0  Men  of  God  22 

Hiking  Song 66    Round  of  Thanks  46 

Holla  Hi,  Holla  Ho 67   Saviour,  Breathe 42 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  49   Sim  Sala  Bim 80 

Hungarian  Round   78    Somebody's  Knocking   58 

Hunter   69    Spirit  of  God 34 

Hymns  for  Lovefeast  91    Spirit  of  the  Living  God 47 


INDEX 

Take  My  Life  13  Vreneli 81 

Take  Thou  Our  Minds  12  Walking  at  Night 82 

Tallis'  Canon 5  We  May  Not  Climb  17 

That  Cause 21  We  Shall  Walk  thru  Valley..  48 

Thine  Is  the  Glory 23  We  Would  Be  Building 30 

This  Is  My  Father's  World....    9  Weggis  Song  81 

This  Old  Man  80  Whippoorwill 62 

Toviska 79  White  Sand 79 

Two  Wings...... 47  Witchcraft 60 

Vesper  Hymn 36  Zum  Gali  Gali.; 72 


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